The Responsibility We Never Applied For I didn’t apply for this role. There was no interview, no contract, no training. Yet somehow, I became the one expected to hold everything together. The one who figures it out, stretches money, absorbs pressure, and keeps going even when it hurts. If you’re a young woman, a young mom, or a young lady trying to survive adulthood in Nairobi, this reality probably feels painfully familiar. It starts early, long before we even have money. As girls, many of...

I carried a nation in my womb, Not just a child But hunger, fear, and borrowed hope. I counted coins while counting kicks, Wondering which pain would come first: Labor, Or life after it. The hospital walls were too white for my reality, Private rooms reserved for women Who never feared the word deposit. I labored on plastic beds, Among cries stitched together by poverty, Where nurses work miracles with tired hands And mothers learn strength by force. They say childbirth is natural. They never...

Carl Jung once said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life, and you will call it fate.” Many women move through life feeling as though they are being carried by circumstances rather than consciously choosing their direction. Opportunities appear and disappear, relationships begin and end, and careers unfold in unexpected ways, and it can all feel like fate. Yet often, what we call fate is simply unexamined patterns, unspoken desires, buried fears, and...