In the endless winter season—especially where I live in Hamilton, Ontario—it’s not uncommon or unheard of for people to sit inside the house and forget about the world outside. That same nameless but rigid mood weighed me down as I woke up recently. On that fateful afternoon, I glanced casually outside through my frosted window…

It is of immense utility to be knowledgeable. At least, that was the thought that struck me when I realized I valued nothing. I’d grown to accommodate a comfortable and sheltered life, a life in which I only appreciated the “little things”—gratitude and simplicity.

So…, the elephant is in the room.

How come I’m exceptional at observing shapes, and not colours?

To be clear, I know my basic shapes and colours, don’t get me wrong. My issue is that while the shapes are perceptible to me, light and colour boggle my mind.

There’s no debate. Abstract art is more truthful to life than realism, and hence more important. 

Realism is a celebration of the endless, ongoing scientific progress in optics and human anatomy, …

All this talk about spiritual awakening and enlightenment can be hard on myself. What am I supposed to do to inspire global and meaningful change? Who do I shun, or talk to? Is ignorance and enslavement even something that can be outgrown? …

Why is it impossible to change after enlightenment? 

As an enlightened person, can I wake up one day and willfully reject enlightenment?

Some words can only be defined by a person, not the public. This includes especially the word “happy” and its various synonyms…

Why is that TV mounted on a wall? Your house  secured into the ground? 

Why do your feet stand on the floor? Is it all just a coincidence? Or are they all evidence of a fundamental flaw in human thinking and reasoning?

Why does fully believing in good, truth, and beauty instantly distance you from it?

Believing in good doesn’t make you good immediately. It only makes you more susceptible to feelings of evil and sadness when someone tells you that you’re not good, even if innocuously…

A derailed start to a journey can alter a promising destination. After battling mental illness in high school, my dream of earning a degree in visual arts began to fade. Shifting my focus from the IB Diploma program to my mental health sustained that dream…

My identity is the intersection of three nations: Congo, Uganda, and Canada. 

That’s why I’ve split this blog into three main sections. Each section is a window through which I try to understand myself.

I hope you find this blog useful.

I had fears. Fears that I could not write. Fears to open and expose my personal life.

Writing meant that anyone online could see and judge my work. But what if I blundered? Wrote the wrong thing? How would my family and friends react? Did I want to take all that responsibility?

Because of fear, I almost quit blogging without trying.