Mkurugenzi Frankie

Today, during Limb Loss Awareness Month, I took a matatu from my place to Charter Hall, where we were all supposed to meet for the awareness walk.  It started like any other Nairobi morning loud, energetic, and full of movement. The matatu ride itself set the tone, music blasting, people half-awake but already pulled into the rhythm of the day. By the time I got there, the atmosphere was already alive. The DJ had taken control of the mood, playing hit after hit, making sure no one had a chance to feel bored while we waited for the walk to begin. People were dancing, laughing, recording videos...it felt less like a formal event and more like a celebration. The MC carried the energy even further. He was sharp, funny, and completely in control of the crowd. Every time he spoke, people listened. Every time he joked, people responded. You could tell he understood exactly how to keep people engaged. Then came the speeches. Different speakers took the stage, each sharing something meaning...

Hello 👋 Darling,  There hasn’t been a single day in the last five years that I haven’t thought of you...of us, of the life we built, and the little moments I took for granted.  Leaving Kenya was never easy, but I convinced myself it was necessary. The world kept echoing the same message in my ears...that a man must provide, no matter the distance, no matter the cost. And so I left, carrying your love with me like a shield against everything I was about to face. Life abroad was nothing like I imagined. It was lonely, harsh, and at times, deeply unforgiving. The nights felt longer, the days heavier. I missed the sound of your laughter, the way our daughter would run into my arms, the warmth of simply being home. There were moments I questioned everything...whether the sacrifice was worth it, whether I was slowly losing the very thing I left to protect. But I endured. I had to. I worked tirelessly, pushed through exhaustion, and slowly found my footing.  I met people who be...

Dear Son, There will come a time in your life when you will look back at a single day and smile...not because it was perfect, but because it was full of love. For me, that day was Valentine’s Day. It began in the soft glow of morning, different from all others. I woke beside the most beautiful woman on earth, and for a moment, the world seemed still...like it was giving us permission to simply exist in that sweetness.  The plans we had carefully arranged shifted along the way but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that we were together.  Sometimes the sweetest moments are not in the grand gestures we plan, but in the quiet adjustments we make for each other. We laughed. We talked. We shared small glances that said more than words ever could. And in those simple exchanges, I realized something important.  The sweetest moments in love are not the ones we script...they are the ones we adjust to, together. We talked about small things and big dreams. We shared silence that f...

I keep asking myself the same question, as if saying it often enough might force the universe to answer. Who am I? The question follows me from place to place. I move quickly...too quickly...chasing solutions that shine brightly for a moment and then shatter before the month ends, slipping through my hands like fragile glass. Each time I think I’ve found solid ground, it gives way beneath my feet. There was a time I loved something so fiercely that I emptied myself into it without measure. I gave until there was nothing left to give, only to be met by silence. A hollow, unforgiving silence. Have you ever been trapped like that...stuck to a dream the way glue clings to skin? Years pass. A decade, maybe more. Failure becomes a familiar companion, and the world begins to ask the question out loud: Why do you keep doing this to yourself? I rarely answer. But deep inside, in the quiet marrow of my bones, I know why. Long ago, my parents planted something in me...a stubborn seed that refuses...