IN HER THOUGHTS

Guess who turned 25 on the 25th😊 Being 25 from this part of the world is a pain. A mixed ball of misconceptions, when I think of 25, Winky D’s song plays at the back of my mind. If you haven't listened to it click  here , it's a jam we can't take that away from it, in short it’s a woe of all  the expectations we’re burdened to have, of visible achievements put against our whole existence. It’s a supposed mark, a demarcation of what you should have done or have in your life. Honestly as my birthday knocked on my door that question stroked me uncomfortable, I’m sure I’m not the only one who shares the same sentiments. Instead of celebrating life, it became a scare of the clock ticking and feelings of running out of time. Maybe, just maybe the intensity varies from one person to the other.  “What do you have to show for it?”  The society has some very wrong-headed ideas about what constitutes success. My question is, we are so different, we’ve different backgrou

Of course I had to make it all about my birthday. If you forgot it was yesterday. Anyway, thank you next... It wouldn't have been special without everyone who went out of their way. Amongst other presents, here are some wise words, a whole personal birthday letter for me. Imagine!                                                                             - My Inner Voice                                                              They say the best stories are told from the start and they come with an interesting middle part and a somewhat glorious end Well the start is long past now and the only memory that remains of it is it's date You've come a long way since then, I know people often say this but for you it's truer than most While the start is distant the middle part is quite near and the end, well the end is still far from sight It's also said the middle contains all the glorious stories The tales of epic romance The tale