Dear Life Episode 1: A conversation with life on how things have been.
I am writing this letter to whoever will read it. This letter is a heartfelt truth of what I have witnessed and experienced through the years. I can’t say it, but writing seems easier to vent and vocalize my emotions and thoughts. Forgive me if I go out of line, but I just have come to kill.
Theresa Ngugi 
From the first day I was born, having believed that everything will be milk and cookies was a lie from the first breath I drew into my lungs. The bright light that burnt my eyes and the noise that broke my silent haven. What such a brutal welcome! Days passed, and I grew up to be what society wanted me to become. Never did I ever say anything or try something new and different from the norm laid before me. One wrong step on a different road would lead to scolding, beatings and lectures that would fall on to deaf ears because by then, I learnt how to shut out the white noise. Life had already started on the wrong foot, no time to change.
Every morning I wake with a blank stare on my face and a new day to create mistakes and memories. Where shall I start? From the pits of hell or the gates of Heaven. I can’t make up my mind, and my angel says, “Take the hard way; you will achieve the best result.” My demon says, “Don’t listen to that idiot; he has no idea what he is saying; take the shortest route.” Every morning, this debate had become my daily routine, and I sat and waited for one to give up. Taking up to 15 minutes to conclude, my mind has drifted through several scenarios of my hours ahead. Getting ready for the day refreshing my heated body and frozen brain. Time to face the world ahead of me.
