A Dream, A Storm, A Novel Hello,    It’s an honor to write this while reflecting on the journey I’ve had since I started writing. Looking back, writing was my escape, an open door to worlds I could create and control. Sometimes, I would get lost in maladaptive daydreams, playing out scenes in my head like a movie, compelling me to pick up a pen and paper or even scribble words into the sand. It brought me relief, joy, and a sense of belonging within my own imagination.    At first, it was just a habit, one I wouldn't even call a talent. I wrote for myself, with myself in every story. But soon, I started sharing my words with friends. Writing became my quiet refuge, a space where I didn't need to talk or explain, where my characters’ fates rested in my hands. And the joy on my readers' faces, the curiosity, the smiles, that was all the satisfaction I needed.   Then, I ventured into blogging. I started with ellizy.wordpress.com , where I experienced the full...

  Rebirth of "That girl'' JOURNAL;  01 DATE;      19TH MARCH 2025 MOOD;   BORN AGAIN I see a girl in an upset mood, trying to decipher what is going on around her surroundings. Feeling dejected with everything is going on and trying to find her inner voice in the middle of chaos. Her inner self is far away from her and her outer self is rejecting everything she is facing. But one thing is sure, she doesn’t know what she’s supposed to do, or to be. It looks like there’s nothing she can do to satisfy people around her; everyone is around her, yet so far away. She sees but can’t look; she hears but can’t listen; utters, but can’t speak. A ten-year-old girl is trapped in a dark, damp pit, the meagre light offering no hope, only a sliver of despair.   One day, a choking sensation seized her, a painful lump in her throat that she couldn’t touch, leaving her gasping for air, unable to cry, though tears welled in her eyes. She could feel something runni...

  “Siwezi kufanya hivi tena. Siwezi kuwa na wewe bila kukuona kwa namna ninavyotaka mimi. Shauku ya wewe kuwa wangu inazidi maadili yangu, inazidi uwezo wangu wa matamanio. Siwezi tena kujifanya kama sioni jinsi gani nikiangalia macho yako na kujidanganya kwamba… chochote tulicho nacho… kinaenda kwa jinsi unavyotaka.” “Sijui nifanye nini ili uhisi ninavyohisi mimi. Labda huwezi kuona hili, lakini angalau jaribu kunitaka kama ninavyokutaka mimi, tumegawana hisia zetu, matatizo yetu, miili yetu. Kwanini iwe vigumu kuukubali uhalisia wa mahusiano yetu?” “Unanipenda?” Swali hilo. Swali ambalo hutaki kulisikia masikioni mwako. Swali ambalo huna jibu nalo. Kutarajia jibu kutoka kwa mtu usiyemtaka kumpoteza ni kama kisu kichanjacho moyoni. Ninajua hilo, kujua kwamba jibu litakalotoka litauma hata kama watabaki au kuondoka. Unatazama macho yake yaliyojaa hasira, ukihisi njaa iliyoko kwenye mtazamo wake. Maneno yanakukwama kooni na kushindwa kuongea. Unashusha macho, ukitamani aseme c...

  Into the Valley of Love "I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be with you and not see you the way I want to. The urge to claim you occupy my morals every time I am near you. I can’t pretend anymore, looking into your eyes and convincing myself that this... whatever we have... will work the way you want it to." "I don’t know what else to do to make you feel the way I feel about you. Maybe you can’t, but at least try to claim me the way it should be. We’ve shared our emotions, our problems, our bodies. Why is it so difficult for you to embrace whatever this is between us?" "Do you love me?" That question. The one you never want to hear. The one you never want to answer. Expecting an answer from someone you don’t want to lose is a knife to the heart. I know that. Knowing that their response will decide whether they stay or walk away. You look into his furious eyes, sensing the hunger in his gaze. Words fail you, trapped in your throat. You look down, hopi...

  Hurray!! ❣️ Siku ya Wapendanao imepita, ikiacha alama zake za waridi zitakavyonyauka, chokoleti zisizodumu zaidi ya mibano michache, na maneno yaliyosemwa kwa haraka usiku mmoja. Lakini upendo hauishii kwenye tarehe, kitendo, au muda mfupi unaopita. Unabaki. Unapumua katika ukimya, katika yasiyoonekana, katika maisha ya kila siku. Upendo upo pale mtu anapokumbuka chai unayoipenda, katika joto la ukimya wa kuelewana, katika faraja ya kujua kuwa huhitaji kuuliza, wanakuelewa tu. Si fataki kubwa, bali ni mwangaza wa kudumu usiofifia hata sherehe zinapomalizika. Na wakati mwingine, upendo unapatikana katika hadithi. Tarehe 25, nitatoa hadithi mpya... hadithi inayozungumzia upendo unaopita waridi na matarajio, unaopita kile kinachoonekana na kinachosemwa. Hadithi hii itapatikana kwa Kiingereza na Kiswahili, ikibeba hisia ambazo, kama upendo wenyewe, hazina mipaka ya lugha. Endelea kufuatilia nasi.... Kwa sababu upendo si wa siku moja tu... ni kwa wale wanaochagua kuushikilia, hata baa...

  Hurray!!❣️ Valentine’s Day has come and gone, leaving behind its traces—roses that will eventually wither, chocolates that won’t last beyond a few bites, and words whispered in the rush of a single night. But love isn’t confined to a date, a gesture, or a fleeting moment. It lingers. It breathes in the quiet spaces, in the unnoticed, in the everyday. Love is in the way someone remembers your favorite tea, in the warmth of a familiar silence, in the comfort of knowing you don’t have to ask.... they just understand. It isn’t grand fireworks; it’s the steady glow that doesn’t fade when the celebration is over. And sometimes, love is found in stories. 👇🏽 On the 25th, I’ll be releasing a new story.... one that speaks of love beyond roses and expectations, beyond what is seen and what is said. It will be available in both English and Swahili, carrying emotions that, like love itself, transcend language. Stay tuned. Because love isn’t just for one day.... it’s for the ones who cho...