Blogging Is Dead, X Is Dying, and Here I Am

Writing, Rambling, and Ranting - Because Some Habits Die Hard.

Aaand…I’m writing again. Hello. 👋

It’s been what…one year? Two? Honestly, who’s counting? What matters is, I’m here now. At least for this random midnight post. So, hello! 😁

Typing out these words feels oddly foreign. Nobody really blogs anymore. I still read books, sure, but blogs? Nah. Everyone I know - and their grandmother - has moved to TikToks, Reels, and Shorts. There are also a few “intellectuals” still clinging on to that nepo-baby-space-billionaire’s platform (the one he renamed after a raunchy adult site), desperately hoping it still holds the weight it once did.

I’m over that site. Over everyone having an opinion about everything. Over the lukewarm “hot takes” designed purely to farm engagement. Over comments that barely acknowledge the actual post, filled instead with random blue-tickers dropping unrelated videos to chase views, so that Mr. Tesla-Father-of-Twelve can throw them a bonus. Over that ugly-ass Grok AI logo that sticks out like Shrek’s murky toe beside every post. And also over the constant pop-up notifications reminding us just “hOw mUcH we’Re mIsSiNg oUt” on by not becoming Premium subscribers.

Laura. Take a deep breath. 😮‍💨

I need to calm down.

Talking about former Twitter (I refuse to call it that weird name Baba Æ gave it) always gets my blood boiling. But I didn’t come back here just to rant about Daddy Cybertruck’s business decisions.

I’m back because life has a funny way of reminding us why we do certain things in the first place.

Once upon a time, I was a seven-year-old girl in a small village bordering Uganda, forced to grow up faster than I should have, trying to make sense of a wicked world. I had no one to talk to, so I read books. And I wrote.

Then before long, I was a “rebellious” teenager acting out in ways no one quite understood, struggling with unspoken childhood trauma. An adolescent with bottom-of-the-barrel self-esteem, who was drowning and didn’t know how to communicate my struggles to my mum. So I wrote her letters.

And then shortly after that, I was in Uni! Writing for publications, getting kidogo pocket money for Dunga food runs and other campus shenanigans.

Back then, it felt like a hustle, a way to stay alive. But looking back, I see now that it was more than that. Writing wasn’t just a means to an end—it has always been a constant, something I kept returning to even when I didn’t know why. And now, after all these years, I’m realizing that I keep returning because writing has always been my calm.

It is my escape.

When it’s just me and the cackle of my keyboard, I feel free. In that brief moment I can process my thoughts without interruption, and finally put to words what I really need to say.

It’s unfortunate that we don’t write anymore. Even more unfortunate that there are still some brilliant blogs out here, now collecting dust. Yes, I’m talking about the ever-consistent insanely gifted Biko Zulu. And Magunga, if he ever decides to QWERTY again.

So do I want to get back to writing again?

I want to say yes. But I’m learning to be honest with myself, so the truth is: I doubt it.

Right now, I’m trying to go into full-time content creation. Between that, the capitalist nine-to-five, raising a family, and trying not to drown in exhaustion while I balance all of these things, there’s just no time.

Also? I think ChatGPT has completely fried my ability to ideate, structure thoughts, and write independently from scratch. I’m not ashamed to admit how HEAVILY I rely on my sweet Gepeto (yes, your AI deserves a nickname) for literally everything! Heck, I’ll probably run this post through him when I’m done just to make sure it’s perfect! 😆

So to recap: No readership. No time. And a Hulk-size cloud of doubt on whether my own un-AI’d writing is any good anymore.

Best I can do is hop on here anytime life gets a little too overwhelming, whenever I need some R&R to unpack, unwind and find my calm.

So…see you next week. Or next year. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Until then, I hope you find your calm!