My Diary

Photo: Wakini Kuria By Wakini Kuria Living with arthritis is not easy, has never been easy. Joint pains that never seem to cease. If it’s not the limbs then it’s the knees or both. Swallow a couple of painkillers and the relief is bliss up until they wear off and you will need support to move about, feed, bathe or just comb own hair. Simple tasks such as lifting a spoon to your mouth becomes quite a task while wearing a shoe becomes a heavy weight lifting challenge. I am ever surprised how l will walk into a room and take a seat. Several minutes later, when l make about to leave, only to realise that l can’t walk. My mum and l joke that ‘ Diesel imeisha! ’ as she supports me to wherever l was going. Meanwhile, my face will be contorted with pain, whimpering here and there.  Long before we realised that red meat was bad for me, my grandpa whose loves for nyama choma and the brown bottle was profound would cut pieces for me, as l sipped soda. Later, my p

Credits:lnternet By Wakini Kuria She startled at the rumble of a man’s voice – vibrant and resonant and deep.  She turned slowly, knowing very well who stood behind the other side of the door.  Slowly, she turned the door knob. He was here. Finally! Earlier she had fought hard to keep quiet the sweetness filling her heart whenever she thought of him.  Now, she was in his arms. His heart rhythm solid beneath her ear and his breathe warm on her head enclosed in is big hands - her safe haven. “Hello beautiful” he breathed sending vibration waves into her deep within…