If I close my eyes tonight and never wake up, don’t worry about me. I’ve lived alone and kept to myself for long enough. I’ve made enough memories to last a lifetime, but the fact remains that I was abandoned.
What use is it to remember me now, when you didn’t care when I was alive? But make no mistake: it was mutual. I lived recklessly in the fountain of youth, drinking wine and dancing to the wind’s tune. I encountered enemies along the way and dined with them on the poison of my freedom.
If I had the chance again, I would live the same way. Only this time, I would make sure we never met. I have no hatred or sympathy for whatever you think of me. I long for the moonlight to encompass my soul once more, with the stars slowly fading and the lights dimming. It has been a journey, and I have no regrets.
If they mention me, let it be known that I was abandoned, deemed worthless, laughed with openly but loathed silently. I loathed them openly, and neither did I laugh silently. I saw them for who they were and cared as much as they did. Do not waste your time crying. If I had the chance to reciprocate, I would not shed any tears.
Scatter my ashes to the winds as a final act of complete abandonment.
Forget me.
Do forget me.
Do not forget me.
Insight of a Kenyan Girl 
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