IN HER THOUGHTS

We're currently living through what seems to feel like the "new normal" and uncertainty is all around us. It’s a crippling feeling not to have some control over what’s happening around you. With this outrageous pandemic upon us, the least you would want is SECURITY but life novels a different story. Not knowing what to do, not knowing what’s going to happen, not knowing how you going to pay rent, not knowing if you are going to have a job when this blows over, not knowing what people are thinking, planning or feeling; these situations are ripe to breed anxiety. Because it’s often, not-knowing that’s the worst. Crowded with fear and worry, anxiety causes our body to over-respond with defense mechanisms as the body feels like it’s under threat.   Anxiety is explained as an intense, excessive and persistent worry and fear about everyday situations. Amidst everything that’s going on, it’s very easy to be overwhelmed with anxiety. From not knowing what outcome the

We spend most of our time working to keep food on the table, learning new skills or on our phones. Now amidst of this world chaos and pandemic we would think we are more connected than ever before, yet we feel more isolated. We live under the same roof and even reconnect with old friends, family members or colleagues, yet we feel like we have fewer intimate connections that generations before us. Surrounded but alone! If Corona has taught us anything, it’s that we have all been pushed to realize that we are surrounded by familiar strangers. Strangers who carry the same last name as ours but we don’t have any valuable connection with them. We are just lonely souls drifting within the same four walls. You can hear them breathing slowly, frantic typing on mobile phones, flash capture of selfies and music blasting but yet you can't feel their presence. Literally we are just roommates cohabitating in the same house. Why do we feel alone? You crave closeness I hope

When the waves of social injustice hit, the weak feel the force more. An unstable home ,the kids suffer, an argument in a house, the kids suffer and deadbeat fathers coming and going as they Please, the kids feel the consequences. Divorce, depression, instability and premature decisions. All seeds of bad parenting it is the kids the feel the hear. In light of unprecedented Covid-19 all issues brushed aside reckon to be addressed.  And I say, Let's normalize apologizing to our Kids! I have come to a conclusion that 21st century parenting is more or less history repeating itself. We just replaying what we know best or rather what we were exposed to. Progress communication! What is that? It's foreign! We are more of an iron fist parenting, 'It's my way or no way' . Kids are suffering injustices, guilt aches on your chest but your mouth tells a different story. Sorry is a word that has taken the last character on our vocabulary. Even when we are wrong we choose

A story, of immense beauty in the way her cheeks blush, Blushing rouged red, of smiles and happiness that flow in the lines on her cheeks, Perky and chubby, a trace of her love A journey to the core of her heart, From them, a shining glow of all the goodness poures into her soul, Her melanin resembles how true and original her joy flashes through her cheeks, They tell a story of a long lost love found within her, Scarlet smiles in between sips of life, Delightful side represents the light in her heart, It is in the circles that form on her forehead, the freckles of love in her heart that shines the brightest, Words of affirmation Words of love Words of encouragement Fuel to her fire, it's all in the lines that form on her Cheeks!

The ultimate excuse has always been  I don't have time . Whether it's time to spend with your loved ones, time to pursue your dreams, time to process things and put them into perspective. Time to explore and take risks. Well! You have plenty of time now! Depressing it may seem but this #21DaysLockDown is a blessing in disguise. That's depending on how you use it! Here are some toxic traits and situationships you should work yourself out of in the next 21 days: 'Secure the bag' Secure means fixed or fastened so as not to give away, become loose, or be lost. The whole point of having money to use, give and invest, right? Life is too short and money ain't gonna buy you more time. You are the bag you should invest in your talents,  learn new skills, ask for advice and find a mentor. That way you are equipped to have your money work for you than secure the little you have. Cultivate the zeal to grow and break out of your comfort zones. Stop looking f

It’s like a beautiful glare each time we cast our eyes their way, something to live for, something to appreciate. What on earth could be more delicate, special and precious than a gem? Undermined but yet full of potential. We appreciate the direction we are taking, the element of treating women as second citizens. It's fading away like the morning mist which diffuses into thinner air as the day lapses.  Now everything is put at par and much recognition is put to honor the good cause of equality. What else could we have asked for, all that they bring is joy and serenity? They have the power to incubate naturally and give life. So my oration then defines a woman as an epitome of care and love, soft and vulnerable but strong and vibrant. Today I would love to take this opportunity to appreciate the female version of humankind for they are the source of pride in all our lives. If you give a woman anything raw or half-done she will definitely make something worth appreciati

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 care