I turned 27 last Friday. Birthdays to me are never occasions, they pass quietly like the fluttering of leaves in the wind. They are an ominous reminder that
Whenever I punch into my Facebook page I usually find folk like Thuo Patrick there, armed to the teeth with their brushes and paint filling the place with
I have always thought of writing as this art form that sings to me. An art form that is often insecure, existing on bookshelves, newspaper pages and magazines,
Art is what we do when we’re truly alive. – Seth Godin You finish campus. You made Google, Wikipedia and photocopied PowerPoint presentations your friend and you managed