IN HER THOUGHTS

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...

For years’ motivational texts have been telling us to ‘get up when you fall down’ or ‘never let anyone snatch your gift of being alive’. Good messages and I admit when I started my blog I was all about getting the ball rolling but never once did I think of what causes the ball to lose its life or even how to deal with the lifelessness before pumping pressure which most highly it is not equipped for. In case you lost me on the metaphoric language that ball is you, and the pump is what culture, backgrounds or what we are exposing ourselves fills us with doctrines and metaphysics. So rather than looking into the problem, we run to the know-sense, a quick fix remedy instead of patching up ourselves permanently to retain the new knowledge. Instead of solving the problem it is just a moment of relief until the real problem creeps back in to suck out the life in us. The ultimate question is “ why we find it so hard to talk about things that matter .” We have become a generation of ...

I have always wanted a brother for as long as I can remember. In fact, I still want one only if mother was immortal and the marks of years she has lived so far didn't show I would definitely egg her on to have one. Anyway about a couple years ago the unexpected happened, well on my end that is. My dream was already dying but mother's news "You can finally have the brother you have always wanted" was the best news anyone can hear. C'mon there is nothing in this world that brings such happiness as that of a dear brother to hold, love and caress. But... Heaven's rocking chair had other plans. I don't what mother felt or the thoughts that ran through her mind but if I was in her shoes maybe this is how she felt: Death knocked on her door Life within – had turned cold Her soul so frail, her emotions failing her Silhouetted twilight of her unborn Of the cravings and sleepless nights All gone to waste, she mourns... Darkness enshrouds her existe...

“I want to be famous, loved and rich!” Sounds dreamy right? That ultimate goal we peg  for ourselves thinking only if we achieve this we will happy or let alone feel good about ourselves. The game we play most of the time trading what we love with what we think will make us happy, respected and recognized. Is it a burden hunched on our backs by societal expectations or a facade  to compensate for our insecurities? Well, I believe it starts from an early stage where it was engraved in our hearts with an hot iron that, “education is the key to success” and what to look forward to is a job. A well-articulated plan with a step by step guide... it is school, school and some more school which by the way teaches you to stay within the confinements of formulas, theories and fixed sitting arrangements. For what reason? That is another mystery I intend to uncover. Anyway after the series of tests to regurgitate what you know, the next huge step is getting a job. The ultimat...

Girl you already have it!!! You are the epiphany of a strong woman, One dear brilliant woman, The best-endowed, with face & fire in her bosom Leaning from her human, she is independent Full of love, life in its abundance Through harshest time you remain untainted Her presence did confidence and self-awareness summon You know who you are, keep on pushing Get some gold spray for that lemon, Though life is sour taste it like watermelon Fit it in all up in your denim A match that was made in Heaven Selfish to lavish in your goodness Never apologize, let them recognize Baptize them with your goodness Legitimize your self-worth, Personalize happiness Make them realize You are enough in your eyes

What was! Where ‘the’ story began… “If you want to dispossess a people, the simplest way is to do is tell their story and start with, ‘secondly’. Start the story with the arrows of the Native Americans, and not with the arrival of the British, and you have an entirely different story. Start with the story with the failure of African state, and you haven entirely different story.” Mourid Barhouti There is nothing that is disruptive as telling a people the same thing over and over again, even if it isn’t true it becomes embedded in them. What I’m trying piece together is that the way we tell stories have a definitive stimuli. The narrative about African women or any women has been the same song with poetic and rhyme to justify the stereotype. A single story that have been told in different versions. For so many uncounted years woman were defined in terms of barriers rather than their triumph. Can it be changed? The imminent question that lurks over our shoulders. Is there s...

I know it's mostly just flattery but they tell me I'm a lover at heart or maybe a believer and I like how people see me. It's not exactly the same way I see myself but I think it's pretty close and generally life offers nothing perfect. I'm not one for long silences or awkward pauses, that's just never been me. I always fill in the gaps with words and conversation even when it's unwanted I somehow speak. Life has been a long tirade of lessons, some of which I was never supposed to learn. Society was always the loudest teacher when it came to all those wrong subjects. It spoke loud as I walked down the streets and it told me I was walking wrong, it told me I wasn't dressed the right way and my hair was done wrong. It whispered as I sat across from my date and it told me that for the food on my plate and the movie we had just watched I had to give it up It taught me that there was a price for things I was supposed to give freely because I felt so...