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..