IN HER THOUGHTS

Time has passed swiftly as the wind on a stormy day. I used to count days, each day passing by meant one less day till all of this is all over. But 21 days passed, 14 more days were added and I slowly lost interest in the days left and transferred that energy into adapting to the new normal. I don’t remember the date nor the time but a friend's words changed my perspective “The days more or less, reality will remain the virus is here and life has to go on.” My reality is I’m working from home, I do a silent prayer every day of gratitude that I still have a job. I have to explicitly say this because today’s topic is tricky and my views might be easily misjudged. Working from home for many is the new normal. It has relished freedom and flexibility, a good improvised way to keep the ball rolling during this unprecedented quarantine. Like any other things like staying indoors and restricted movements, it takes time to get used to it. Having all aspects of life in one place, how...

Once upon a time, she was born.  Tiny hands, perky cheeks, full with a glow of hope. Ambition in the firm grip of her fist. This is no folklore, gather around! But if you are expecting yet another no close to reality story, kindly Exit. Or looking for a story for gags kindly hit EXIT. Or looking for entertainment follow your uncles to the Left, to the Left. Yeah, I'm using first-person because I stand as a voice for women. I own every word, unadulterated and unapologetically. Pretty big shoes to fill but my ambition and voice are just enough. I gotta practice what I preach right! So imagine me! Curly hair, an afro crown I have earned.  With a firm fist shot in the sky. A belly full of words. A vision of what women can become. I might tremble at my first word Quiver when I stand Discouraged at my first effort But guess what? Each step harness the power from within Practice makes perfect. So who are you to judge!? Hear me! Listen...