"I raise up my voice - not so that I can shout, but so that those without a voice can be heard." Malala Yousafzai

Urunga at Dawn is my favorite time of the day.

I wanted to be someone who could speak out for others who found it hard to speak.    I realize now that  I was kidding myself.  

Caring about other people is what others  do.   My family disowned me for caring too much.  I am very confused with the outcome really and have no qualms if certain folk meet with their karma in my lifetime.   Roger that.

I have decided to finish up radio for a while.  I think my son listened one time,  I wanted my children to be proud of me.   Far too many years have passed now for it to matter any more.    I think I should try to find a way to stop caring.  I am not sure how to do this but I know I must.   Continuing to care as much as I do is very destructive to my physical and emotional health. 

Some days are just too hard.   I want to understand this.  I want to know why and how?  Surely I deserve the truth.  I know I do but others say I am not worth even the truth, why are they so cruel.  Do they realize they are cockroaches and are gonna be crushed?

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