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Happy New Year

My new (f)ear was something different. We met days after my 21st birthday,,, some time back in November,. She has no gender, but she is a she for obvious reasons. 

She is more than an illusion, some wild thought that needed to be harnessed and I really wasted no time, unlike in my previous situationships. Lets call my f(ear) Joy. A beautiful simple name, for that's what she is, makes you smile and doesn't care whether you love with the same energy, she took that from me.

You know, am one person who really values personal space, it can be small, large depending on who you are associating with. One's personal space is another's social space and that's the irony of relating. I might say I like you, but deprive you that one inch. We could be smiling and a "hello" or "habari" be the warmest greetings you get from me. I know some, many who are like this.

Back to my story,, there is no story,, its all about showing the love you claim. Leave alone with the emojis,, they are over used,, misused,, and even misinterpreted. A pat on the back accompanies a stay safe or a job well done. A kiss on the forehead and some hey what you up to.  The little things that the '95- present kids things that really don't matter really do matter.

A new year, new day, new beginnings. Hope you learnt something from #Doluh. Happy new year and a prosperous 2k19.

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