“The Bar was too Low!!” Mwende exclaimed, a little too forceful. She was nursing Johnnie Walker on her left hand. Life was getting full of responsibilities. She was exhausted. Tired of showing up. Showing up for her loved ones. NAKED! Naked was the word. She showed up Naked.

She felt exposed. Bare. Back in the village, she ensured that her siblings never went to bed hungry. She wished for those days in Komarock. Days when life was about, ‘Brikicho, Banture!’. The back and forth, ‘Nikuje?! Hapana!’ The thrill of hiding behind the tiny kiosks, and kugonga base, shouting, ‘Tapo!’

Coming of Age, Mwende struggled through adulting. Adulting made her a mini-mum. By being a mini-mum, the whole relationship manenos felt like another load. Either ‘Ucheze ama Uchezwe’ she believed so.

Let's talk about the first dude, Otila. A textbook case of ‘potential’ he was. Perfect. Demure…If looks could kill, he would for sure be serving a life sentence. The Build. His muscles bulged beneath his skin, a masterpiece. But he was nonchalant. Non-sentimental. It was a red flag. He never cared about her feelings. Her emotions became invisible. She was just…forgettable. Damn.

Otila had stopped chasing. He was the ultimate winner. He wanted to be pursued. But a man wanting to be chased? So cliché right? Mwende trashed her standards for him. She became the conversation initiator, the ‘easy-going’ girl, trying too hard. But actually, she knew that chasing men for love often left women broke. She was so in love with a Mistake. Heads-over-heels for a mistake. She fell hard and got GHOSTED.

You remember Abeba? Her rebound. “I was emotionally unavailable,”she admitted, swirling her drink. “I was just trying to fill the void Otila, that narcissist liar, left behind.” Abeba was a sensitive soul. He offered comfort. A space to be seen and heard. But she felt like she was walking on eggshells. It felt toxic. She poured everything into him, trying to fill his empty cup. He became the ultimate borrower.

He became so comfortable. Clingy. Deadbeat. ‘Abeba ni Mbleina’ Mwende’s bestie claimed. This was going to be the 57th time he was about to ask for cash. ‘Nisave Fare babe’, ‘Extension yangu imechomekaa, nisendie kakitu’, ‘Babe nimeshikwa na Kanjo’ the flimsiest…most ridiculous excuses to get money from her.

And then, finally ! Her too-good-to-be-a-true man, Nzumo. He arrived like a perfectly filtered Instagram Post. He was a love boomer. They were so in sync with each other. But it felt scary. Mwende knew this type too well. Initially, he was the Constant Texter. Couldn’t slip a day or two without a good morning or good night message. Nzumo adored the idea of Mwende, not the actual, flawed, human being.

This Deal with Nzumo? It felt, and became, Too Good to be True. Mwende ended up in a Masterclass of ‘Premium Tears’

So, what's next for Mwende? Is she ready to break a heart or two of her own?

#Go Break A Heart !

Comments (4)

• Selpha Irusa

  August 14, 2025

  So funny 😂, yet deeeep💯 Keep sharing more like this✨

• Dan✌️✌️

  August 6, 2025

  Its gonna hurt running from the truth 😔 😪,,break her heart b4 she kill u 1st🤫,,,mehn how I love ur work,,keep up my new fav author 😉

• Dennis Ngigi

  August 2, 2025

  Take care of your hearts

• LO

  August 1, 2025

  If only we took days off after the first break up, just to pick the pieces and mend our broken hurts...we'd be far better off...hopefully. Amazing piece.