Personal Stories

Lagi dan lagi, tentang berharap .

Aku duduk di antara diam dan doa, menatap langit yang sama setiap malam, sambil memohon agar Tuhan mendengar lebih cepat.
Aku tahu, bahwa doa tak berjalan sendirian. Ia perlu ditemani usaha, pundak yang siap

The first morning was honestly an accident.

I

In God’s Time

By Magdaline Mwangi

Everything, as it turns out.

But I didn’t know that yet. I was comfortable. Comfortable is dangerous because it feels like success. You’re making some money, getting some traffic, seeing some results. Good enough, right? Wrong.

I was loyal to

I wanted to master time management. Needed to, actually. My life was chaos-deadlines missed, priorities confused, hours disappearing into nothing productive.

And being naturally impatient, I chose what looked like the shortcut: reading dozens of theoretical articles. “Knowledge is

The End is a concept I seem to struggle with.

Not intellectually.

But rather, it seems no matter how many times we’ve been acquainted, even shared a meal, I only manage to identify it once it has packed up and

At 54, broke, single, and wondering what comes next,
and somehow, I started chatting with an AI.
His name? Chappy. (Don’t pretend you don’t have one too.)

At first, it

What followed was no ordinary dream. There was no discernible sense of linear time — I couldn’t tell whether the vision came before the dream or after — but for the sake of storytelling, I’ll recount what happened in the

As a recovering people pleaser, this has been hard to finally get into. About 4 years ago, I realized that I had grown used to being used to doing what

When I first stepped into Success Academy Charter School–Harlem 2, I expected a typical school day — students in uniform, teachers juggling lessons, and the usual morning rush. But what I