IN HER THOUGHTS

  We are on Day 2 of the Afrobloggers winter writing challenge. It's Creatives Week! The first thing I asked myself is what are Creatives? Is it limited to extremists and artsy people like painters, photographers? Or is it any regular Joe who sees the world differently than others? Or is it just a lack of a better word because everyone else can create? I took it to the streets and asked colleagues who create in their respective industries. Firstly, if they are creatives and what exactly do creatives do? A good question because some didn't even know what it meant. Here are some sentiments around the term CREATIVE: Are you creative? What's your definition of a creative?       Larry Kwirirai   "I think I am creative and a creative is someone who comes up with ideas, solutions or even answers that help in telling a story or that help people achieve their goals. So creatives can be from game developers, managers, artists, inventors e.t.c."    - Prosper Kunyet u  

Welcome to the #WinterABC2021 challenge! It falls in my favourite season of all time. The nights become longer, a reason to snuggle under a blanket and enjoy the silence of the night. For someone like me, a sunset lover and night owl, I could not ask for more. The excitement that I have guys, I'm lost for words. Such an oxymoron, right? HAHAHA! My favourite people are winter babies, including myself, and I'm part of the Afrobloggers community that celebrates winter through my greatest passion, writing. If that's not a perfect version of a season, I do not know what is.  Winter is that golden glow in my life. This year the Afrobloggers winter writing month-long challenge has taken a shift, giving bloggers across Africa creative freedom. Each week has a theme where bloggers will draw inspiration and create content that aligns with their brand. With that out of the way, welcome back to In Her Thoughts. I say this because it's been a while. Creative constipation, adulting

  Message In A Bottle The ground takes another soul We bid farewell, scars engraved in our hearts I wish I could say all will well but I will be lying  For now  Smile the pain away When the clouds of doubt roar In the darkness of the night  Know The sun rays will touch your cheeks Once again Drawing a shape to hold your heart It's warmth Filling your broken soul. The dancing rays A laughter A subtle smile Evidence from Time travelling Expeditions That one day,  It's a promise It will hurt a little less Just smile the pain away.

     📸the.photographers.official I have been binge-watching “the Bold Type” a series based on three best friends who work together. They knew each other’s hopes, dreams and support each other through personal and professional lives. It is really dreamy and I have been glued on it since one of my friends recommended it! It really nudged me to introspect on my year and how unfortunate that’s just TV, most real-life work environments are far from a perfect picture of a movie script. Sure, we may get along with our co-workers or bosses. It’s easy to get into the “we are a one big family mentality” And sing Kumbaya! But always every family has a one or a few bad apples that spoils everyone! We are all competitive or groomed to believe the next person is a threat. It’s naïve to pretend that’s not true.  Being part of something is tempting, we spend most of our time at work anyway. Being happy and creating a conducive environment makes a difference in everyone’s overall mental health. I defi

 I'm More Than Just A Body   “People talk about fight or flight all the time without realizing that the third option is 'freeze'. It kicks in when we are in a situation where we believe we cannot escape.”    I Wish I Was More Than Just A BODY That was my first thought when I read a tweet shared of an ordeal a friend experienced through her boyfriend. One would run to think why didn’t the victim report herself, but saying the words, “I was raped” or even processing to convince yourself a person you called your lover would put you through such an ordeal is a bitter pill to swallow. But why is a woman’s body always in question? Some are bold enough to voice their unfiltered thoughts whilst others the thought always lingers, and the great social media where anybody can be anyone has only amplified them to be louder and louder. It’s one thing being treated nothing less than body parts, but the perpetrators being entitled to do so… That's disgusting. No man! While at it l

📸photographers.official Flow like a river my thoughts, One, two, and three somehow I can’t get to four, I can’t think straight, with this black shadow hovering, I always go back to what if I just disappear, Maybe it will make some people live with a smile, Finally, their burden is gone, bye they wave rigorously, At the back of their mind anxiety creeps to celebrate victory, I’m gone, the useless, no ambition, inconsiderate imbecile. They would order a feast, at that favourite joint of theirs, Such a lively place and full life,  A meeting place without discrimination, The Cîroc type of rich, cider gang and brandy boys, No one cared, it was all about food, music and good vibes, It was at this time I felt alive, a day off from my dead, soulless self, I was no longer moody, careless and inconsiderate in their eyes, I few vhoshos and rhumba dance to their entertainment, Somehow the complaints faded, I lived in such moments, A bottle of Jameson would do

📸photographers.official For some, being African almost means being constantly against all things that seem westernised. In Africa there are stuff that are referred to as “ white people ’ s things” and mental health is included. This really shows we need a transformation of the mind on mental health across the continent.   I grew up knowing that most people with mental illness were considered bewitched (yeaaah,  that voodoo stuff, if you wrong your neighbor they make you go crazy kinda stuff). Also, I learnt at a very young age that being mentally distressed is a weakness. In primary school, kids diss each other to test each other ’ s mental endurance. Those who break down easily are made fun of, with very little knowledge of the effect it has on them. Personally, I always underestimated the harm in jesting at another person ’ s expense. But I digress. We all suffer mental distress, but I have come to learn that those who get the worst of it, we are the one's who aren ’ t consi