Agency, Autonomy and the Complexities of Life

I’m someone who loves, appreciates and understands the complexities of life. I know that it’s not always black and white. It’s frustrating that sometimes we are required to be simplistic, normative, basic in the way that we think, in the way that we live, in the way that we love. There’s not enough space for our

2017 Sign-In

Happy New Year friends! I’m so glad and grateful to be seeing a new year, 2017. Towards the end of last year, I committed much to God through prayer. I’m grateful for a God who has curated my life so perfectly- no mistakes, no delays. I’m grateful that I’m made fearfully and wonderfully. I’m grateful

2016 Sign-Off

We’re two weeks away from the end of this year and the beginning of a new one. 2016 has been magical, joyful, sweet.  This year, I’ve experienced immense joy and excitement. I’ve seen the expanse of life through people and places, both new and old. It’s important to rely on people- they teach you things

It is Finished

Full (.adj) not lacking or omitting anything; complete Regret typically consists of looking back and feeling a sense of incompleteness. Like there’s something you could have done better in a particular situation. Like an experience ended too quickly. We wish things were different. Maybe longer. Or shorter. Perhaps in a different context. Or at a

Pain Will Visit

This post has been years in the making. Not because I’ve been writing it for years… but because I’ve been learning and storing the lessons away, knowing that I will one day compile them and put them somewhere accessible. For myself. For others too. Looking back at the last few years of my life, seasons

What I’ve Learnt From 3 Years in The Arena

In August this year, it’ll be 3 years since we started The Arena. I thought of waiting until then to write this as an anniversary commemoration post but I’m feeling the urge to write and post it immediately. Working on something you love is difficult. A labour of love soon morphs into something laborious. There was

On Darkness, Demons and (self) Destruction

Marshawn McCarrel, a 23 year old American activist, died last week from self-inflicted gunshot wounds. This is the message he left on his Facebook, “My demons won today. I’m sorry.“ I read those words and felt defeated. I feel defeated because it reminds me of the helplessness I feel watching people close to me suffer