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The Demons We Run Away From

The first time I had sex I was 20. With 5 years’ experience in masturbation. I got an STI. She manipulated me into sleeping with her. With mandazi. Yes, mandazi. I was a nervous wreck in that bed. Called me a coward for not ejaculating inside her. It hurt. But I was used to insults […]

What kind of Lover Would you Want?

“What kind of lover would you want?” “A human Rumi.” “Human Rumi?” “Human Rumi. A lover who’d strike me into pieces with their words. Kiss me till my mouth runs dry. Scathe my back with her nails and call on my ancestors to help her take the life out of me. I want to disappear […]

You Can’t Change People

Here’s what I learned: You are never obligated to work on a relationship that keeps harming you; mentally, emotionally, physically. We’re socialized to grow through struggle without boundaries. If it’s a parent who caused your childhood trauma and they continue disposing their unresolved issues on you; if it’s a partner whose violence spirals in an […]

Pomp on a Yellow Sun Hue

The Sunday sun shone its smooth silky yellow hue through my windows that evening. We silently laid on the couch, our heads opposite from each other as you waved in and out of sleep. At a point you longingly proposed to sit on me. I was watching my game but I couldn’t say no. Your […]

To the Women Whose Bodies Were Vandalised

My love goes to all the women who’ve been sexually violated in their lives but have never caught the courage to open up to anyone about it. Those who were raped by their fathers, uncles, their brothers’ friends, neighbours, and strangers, doing life in painful secrecy with the fear of not being believed. I want […]

When I Came Out with my Rape Story

When I shared my rape story and how I struggled with hypersexuality thereafter, so many men ridiculed me for indulging in sex quite late. They bragged about how they were already banging women by the time they were twenty and how I was so hard on myself. The thing is, none would interpret it as […]

Dear Lover

Dear Lover, Last night I smelled your black lace thong. To get a whiff of your ravishing scent. At the back of my lonely bed it lays spread on two tiny red couch cushions. I clutched it in my hands, wet thinking. I could hear the whisper of your voice surround my rose fragranced room, […]

Or You Can Undress Me right Now

“Or you can undress me right now.” “Girl, will I finish this today? I have a meeting in thirty minutes and this document has got to be ready.” “Come to mines tonight. There’s a corner of my mind I need you to sweep.” Sighs. “You snake, can I work?” “Only if you promise I’ll be […]

Sandy Beach of the Pink Lake

I sat on the sandy beach of the Pink Lake of Senegal this hot and breezy Friday afternoon, reading Katama Mkangi’s Walenisi. I was on Page 154 starting out on the Seventh Chapter. The pink hues of the water before me kept distracting my mind. I wandered into thought, imagining what Africa would be had […]

Are You Coming for the Biscuits?

 “Are you coming for the biscuits?” Her head leaned gracefully on the pillow. come “You can come with the milk. My thighs feel dry.” She added. It was noon. I was thinking about the calm weather outside. She interrupted my thoughts again, “What’s that thing you often do inside me with those fingers?” I looked […]