Six months into the year! I have learned that while life may not always unfold according to my plans, God's faithfulness, the love of my family, and the lessons found in disappointment have helped me grow stronger, wiser, and more at peace with the journey.

I woke up feeling a bit nostalgic. Of those days. Something was pushing me to play Buhoro Buhoro, Kigoma, Next to You … songs from the days when my routine meant catching a Nyamirambo minibus at 7 a.m., the ones with graffiti of celebrities splashed across the sides. My favorite was the bus with T-Bag from Prison Break. That show was a hit back then, and those were exactly my kind of movies. Every evening after school I’d rush home, change out of my uniform into a T-shirt and

We recently moved into our house, and each day it’s becoming a little more like home. Not through perfect décor or finished corners, but through the small, lived-in moments — the laughter, the mess, the love that settles quietly between us.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my friendships lately—how they’ve shifted, stretched, and sometimes quietly faded in this season of adulthood. I'm reminded of the kind of intentional, deep-rooted friendships I long to nurture—and the quiet work it takes to build them.

As I step into Chapter Three, I do so with a heart full of gratitude for the journey so far, and with faith for the road ahead. I will no longer wait for a special occasion to live fully. I will wear my favorite perfume on ordinary days, and show up with kindness, courage, and joy. Because life isn't just about milestones—it's about moments. And I intend to savor every one of them.

She knows my wildest dreams not because I've told her, but because she's the safe space where they unfurl naturally..