IN HER THOUGHTS

📸Tumblr I could say getting in a relationship is easy and staying in one requires attention and effort. But we know how it is now if you’re really looking to date, like date date, not just for fun it is as hard as it is to keep one. We talked about educating yourself about your partner’s mental health , being there for your partner in the way they need and lastly we're talking about how to be intentional in your relationship with yourself and the people around you? I saved it for the last and in a minute you’ll know why. 'Intentionality means paying attention: it means doing things on purpose – not passively, not reflexively, not because we have to. Doing something to get as much out of it as possible, whatever that happens to mean in context.' With self, it means ensuring you’re taking care of both your mental and physical health in the sense that you’re in-taking what your body, mind and soul needs, you’re enjoying your company and you're self-aware. Not

📸the.photographers.official  A quick recap, we talked about how we block our emotions . It seems like a superpower when you do it and we’ve said statements like ‘I don’t have time to feel’ or ‘I’m protecting my heart’. But if we're being honest it's a temporary fix, one way or the other you’ll need to address your emotions for the sake of your health. We also pointed out the traits that people with repressed emotions inhibit and their potential causes. So now you’re in too deep, how do you save yourself from yourself?  Source: Healthline Before we get into it, it’s not going to be easy I tell you but it will take practice, like a lot. It’s harder to break habits than making them. Habits are the small decisions we make every day and the actions we perform every day. Our lives are essentially a sum of our habits and what we continuously do. How you push away emotions? How guided you are? How it’s difficult for you to be loving or affectionate? What you spend your

📸the.photographers.official  I want to reach for the stars; They sit pretty, I want in on their secret; The sparkle that's appealing to the eye yet dangerous if you busk in it's full glow; Fearless with a dash of elegance; Firm yet soothing; Shines brightest in the dark; At the face of adversity that's when the queen in her sit on the thrown; Adjusts her crown and bring darkness to it's knees; She doesn't only shine for herself but her glow become light to others; She's not selfish to lend her light, she paves the way for others; That's who I want to be Becoming. Happy women's day and be the light #EachForEqual.

📸the.photographers.official Not everyone finds expressing themselves easy. In many cases, people block / repress their emotions, by unconsciously avoiding them. I’m that person, expressing myself just doesn’t natural to me. Let’s say I have a fall out with anyone but I still have other responsibilities, I usually decide to suppress or push aside the feelings and act like nothing happened. Toxic much? Yes, the thing is that it doesn’t mean the feelings simply disappear but sooner rather than later they’ll need to be addressed. I was researching and I might have to find the answer, repressed emotions can eventually affect your mood. The reason might be prolonged emotions are eventually affecting your mood. For me sometimes I vacillate between two emotions. I feel trapped in a conflicting emotional state, I can be eager and excited to write, while at the same time harbouring fears about not being able to complete it successfully. So every time I hit the publish button I would

📸AfroBloggers  For someone who has been floating, spread my wings and fly… The fall is hard, deep into a hole that I had last dug myself out of! The drop down has been long coming, it feels more like a dejavu actually. Like it has happened before and I’m now just reliving the moment. I just can’t stop falling. Deeper and deeper my body is falling me, my mind is beaten down, any attempt feels unbearable. For once my body and mind agrees on something. It feels like I’m sitting at the edge of the wall in an empty room, window shut with a chipped corner. Out of it rays of sunlight cuts the room in halves making a rainbow diamond on the floor. When it’s dark the hues of trees turn into monsters dancing at the rhythm of my pain. As if part of the natural clock, it’s scary from the inside and even scarier from the outside. Anxiety beckons me to sit, a revival of my solitude. Even if I only rest here, a kiss of cold air from societal expectations, reje

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

Judge: You being charged with counts of lazyness, entitlement, changing jobs like shoes, adrenaline filled junkies and a generation of no hope. How do you plead? Plea : Thank you your Honour for this opportunity. Firstly I feel like we surrounded by a glitter border; Looks good from the outside looking in, but all it is confinement in our thinking, ideas and entire existence; Of rules and expectations passed on from generation to generation; Stick to the know, a yearn for more is rebellion; A generation framed by our forefathers; constantly paying for their sins; Where corruption, violation of freedom of speech, graduates begging by the roadside and violation of human rights have been normalised; A curse of through painful toil we eat food from it the rest of our lives. Hands to mouth, hands to mouth, a routine we've only known; They ate the sour fruits, played with fire, gorged into our trust funds only for us to be called lazy and free spirits. Millenni