Life Unboxed

I've seen it play out more times than I care to count, and honestly, I’ve been guilty of it myself . We start dating a guy, things are good, maybe we sleep with him. Then, the inevitable happens: a conflict . A disagreement pops up, the conversation gets tough, or maybe he just says something truly irritating. It's the moment where a relationship starts to move beyond the honeymoon phase and into the messy, real-life territory. And what's the typical reaction, the one that’s become a predictable, almost cliché cycle? Instead of facing the music, instead of sitting down and having the uncomfortable conversation to resolve the issue, we grab our phones. We scroll through our contacts and land on that guy—you know the one—who’s been texting us, maybe even "disturbing" us on WhatsApp, and we use him. We seek the easy exit, the immediate pain relief. He makes us laugh, gives us that instant ego boost, and before you know it, you've moved on, planning a date, and...

  H is phone rang while we were lying in bed, a small, jarring sound in the quiet of the room. I saw the name light up on the screen and for a second, I froze. Not because he did anything wrong, but because every man before him did. I’ve seen guys snatch their phone like it was a lifeline, flip it face down, step out for a "work call," and lie straight-faced while texts kept coming in nonstop. My body was trained to tense up, to brace for the inevitable lie, the sudden coldness, the quiet betrayal. But when I looked at him, he didn’t even flinch. He just smiled, a gentle, knowing smile, and calmly said, "Pick it up. I don't hide anything." I didn't even know how to process it. The words hung in the air, so simple and yet so monumental. My hand hovered over the phone, my mind running through a checklist of what a woman in my shoes was supposed to do. Was this a test? Was he waiting for me to find something? My past had taught me to b...

Attraction can be fleeting, but there are certain connections that run deeper than a passing glance. When a man is truly drawn to a woman, it's not just about her looks or charm. It’s in the way she holds a conversation, the way she carries herself, and the way she makes him feel seen and understood. While a man may meet countless people in his life, only a rare few will leave him completely captivated, unable to walk away. If you’ve ever wondered if you have that kind of effect on a man, here are nine telltale signs that you are the one woman he simply can’t resist. 1. He Can’t Stop Seeking Your Presence When you enter a room, his focus shifts. He finds subtle excuses to be near you—to share a space, to chat, or just to be in your orbit. This isn't about him being clingy; it’s about him craving the comfort of your company. Your presence changes how he feels, and he'll do what he can to stay close. 2. He Remembers the Details A man who is genuinely captivated by you s...

I once had a friend, let’s call her Maria, who was the life of every party. Married for five years, she still had that spark, that vibrant energy that drew people in. Her husband, Mark, adored her. But Maria had a habit—one she considered completely harmless. She was a master of the "innocent" flirt. A playful wink here, a charming laugh there, an inside joke with a colleague that seemed to last a little too long. "It’s just my personality," she'd say to me. "Mark knows I love him. It doesn't mean anything." She genuinely believed this. She saw it as a way to maintain her social appeal, to feel seen and desired outside of her marriage. But what Maria didn't see was the slow, insidious damage it was causing. It wasn't the flirting itself that was the problem; it was the lack of respect for the sacred space of her marriage. It was the decision to open a door that should have remained firmly shut. Think about it. When you're "tak...

I remember a time in my relationship when life felt less like a romantic movie and more like a never-ending to-do list. The initial spark, the magnetic pull that once consumed our every waking moment, had begun to dim. It was a subtle shift, but a noticeable one. Between work deadlines, household chores, and the general chaos of daily life, we were becoming more like roommates than passionate partners. I know this isn't a unique experience, and if you’re reading this, you might be nodding your head in recognition. We often think that love and passion should be effortless, but the truth is, all relationships require work—and sexual intimacy is no exception. It’s a vital pillar that, if neglected, can leave the entire foundation feeling shaky. The good news is, you can absolutely reignite and maintain that deep connection. It just takes intentional effort, a little creativity, and a whole lot of communication. I learned that the hard way, but I also learned some incredible lessons ...

I've lived in Nairobi long enough to feel the pulse of this vibrant city, to breathe in its ambition and its struggles. But lately, a different rhythm has become undeniable, a pervasive hum beneath the surface of daily life. It's the silent, yet thunderous, beat of infidelity, turning Nairobi into what many are now grimly calling "one big bedroom." It's a harsh truth, but one I feel compelled to expose, not to shame, but to awaken us to the very real dangers lurking in the shadows of multiple partners and transactional encounters. You see, it's not just whispers on the wind anymore; it's practically an open secret. Walk into any office building, attend a church service, or even sit in a quiet neighborhood café, and the stories are there, subtly woven into conversations, or starkly displayed in the strained expressions of those carrying the burden of betrayal. I've heard countless tales, some from close friends, others from mere acquaintances, each ...

I used to think I was under spiritual attack. My peace was gone, my focus shattered, and God felt a million miles away. I’d pray, read my Bible, and still feel utterly empty. I blamed everything and everyone, convinced some external force was against me. But then, a harsh truth hit me: I wasn't under spiritual attack; I was just addicted to orgasm. My soul wasn't "confused"—it was drowning in lust. Let me break down what I’ve learned, because maybe, just maybe, you're experiencing something similar. The Hidden Costs of Casual Connections I realized I kept opening "portals" with women who carried their own burdens. Every woman I slept with gave me more than just pleasure; I took on her pain, her trauma, her curses. That’s why my peace vanished. I wasn’t broken—I was bound. It wasn't about love or connection; it was about fleeting satisfaction that left a lasting, negative imprint. The Emptiness of Self-Gratification I’d masturbate daily, ca...