Insight of a Kenyan Girl

I am bidding my farewell to the past, to the blind version of myself who refused to see things for what they truly were. It’s finally time to walk away. This place, once so familiar, has become a tortured ground. A haunted house where the ghosts knew me by name, where the walls whispered my regrets back to me and the air itself felt heavy with everything I was too afraid to confront.

The city that once held my dreams has turned into a prison of broken memories. Every street corner reminds me of something I once hoped for and lost. The people, once dear to me, now feel like strangers draped in the clothing of old friends. Smiling when the sun was out, but sharpening their knives as soon as the lights dimmed. Enemies masquerading as companions. Liars with sweet words and dark intentions.

Suddenly, I hate every one of them. And while that might sound cruel, it’s the only honest conclusion my mind can reach. I gave them everything. I stood in their shadows, offered my loyalty in silence, held space for them in the corners of my heart even when they didn’t deserve it. I tried. I really did. Even when they all disappeared, one by one, I remained. Lingering in the background, foolishly hoping someone might turn around and say, I see you. I’m sorry.

But no one did.

They praised me in the open and spat curses in secret. They took my kindness as weakness, my presence as convenience. And still, I stayed. I stayed long after the room went cold. Long after I had run out of things to say, things to give, things to hope for. I let myself become small just to keep them comfortable. I swallowed truths and walked on eggshells for people who would never do the same for me.

But not anymore.

Finally, I am walking away. Not out of rage, not out of spite but out of clarity. Because I finally understand that staying in a place that drains you isn’t noble. It’s self-destruction. And I’ve done enough of that.

So this is my goodbye. My final bow. I am closing the door not softly, but firmly. I am not the same person who entered this chapter. That version of me the one who tolerated the silent betrayals, who gave love without measure, who waited far too long she deserves rest now.

And maybe, in this quiet departure, I will finally find the peace I’ve been chasing all along.