miseducation II: a series of miserable musings
Soon after, a small shower of rain fell solely on the corner of my eyes and nowhere else around me.
death, taxes, and the end of the world
In March 2020, the world stood still. 3 years later, I have this to say about the tragic time we refer to as “The Pandemic”.
The Story of Invested Memories & Miseducation of Marvin
Invested Memories was conceptualized in the depressing pits of a Nairobi Hospital bed. Admitted just days after my 18th birthday, the nurses put me in the children’s ward. Humbling the man inside me that thought he had now become old enough to pay his taxes.
sweet tea?
It was 2008, and Lollipop was playing on a radio near you. I was a naïve boy at the time, unaware that the lyrics to the song, were absolutely haram.
Boo this post
Have you ever been booed off stage? Like, experienced the universally collected sounds of disgust, disapproval, and disappointment?
Well, I have.
the beginning.
My time at AIESEC has come to an end. As it is, I have ended an experience that wouldn’t have been possible if it hadn’t begun.