IN HER THOUGHTS

It is Day 6 of the Afrobloggers winter writing challenge! Advocacy week, and we are doing a mental health series. Let’s go! The societal ascriptions to manhood have made being a man quite scary. Men are told as boys that manhood is synonymous with strength, toughness, providing, etc.   Jabu men do not cry look in the mirror and man up!  That is the reality of what society tells our men they have to be. Everyone expects a certain stoicism in them, a free will to repress emotions and act manly (whatever that means).  If you grew up in an African home, you know that Dad is home was not a mere announcement but a warning. Life as a man means people expect too much from you. You are feared. The chronicles of a man with a stick, always ready to fight. Picture this it was a good day, their favourite team won the Premier League and are in a good mood. But the moment they get home, they have to act in a certain way, speak in a stern voice to maintain a speculative reputation of masculinity. Li

New week mercies! Welcome to the second week of the Afrobloggers winter writing challenge. This week we are in an advocacy mood, and it’s so hard to choose just one issue. Many things are happening in Africa, the Twitter ban in Nigeria #KeepItOn, Covid-19 pandemic is raging, economic downturns and so much more. If we were to keep count of the number of things going wrong, it would blow out the little light that is left burning in African child’s eyes. Mental health is the constant across the board and m ost of the time, we train ourselves to adjust. In the Zimbabwean Shona language, we have the phrase, “Tichajaira nekufamba kwenguva,” meaning “We will adjust with time.” However, paying little or no attention to the effect it has on our mental health. The African child is emotionally exhausted, drained out from life and all other things imposed on us. Anxiety and depression are out to play, and we have all become doctors, self-diagnosing and signing prescriptions of self-pity and self-a

I write with so much excitement in my boots, they can't stop tapping from the beating drum of my dear heart. I suppose most of us are lonely in this big world, until when, I repeat only when we fall tremendously in love, find comfort in the embrace of another, we find out what a lonely world we been living in. I write to you about a discovery. The pain, the snub that somehow made my emotions fluctuate. A testimony that "Social pain is real pain". I have found a cure. We tend to assume people's behaviour are narrowly self-interested, focused on material benefits. But I have searched in the depths of material things, still, my heart kept yearning for more.  Pleasure is wired into our operating system, being connected needs no ulterior motive. I don't think I will ever fully comprehend how experiencing love in its purest form alters your perception. The pleasures of human experience are emptied away without connections - not the ones famed for getting you a job or be

📸 Edwin R Jaulani Today on the blog, we are in the thoughts of a very talented and bubbly young lady. She is one of the sweetest and most interesting artist I’ve interviewed and I’m thankful she took the time to sit down with me and answer my questions. Personally, I can’t wait for you guys to meet her. Abigirl take it away. Hi, I'm Abigirl Mulilo. I am a graphic designer transitioning into a brand strategist. My background is rooted in art and design. I grew up being the girl who could draw and in my preteen years, I became interested in fashion design after sketching a dress for the leaver's dance 😂 that my friends absolutely loved. So I did that for a bit, coming up with fashion concepts that I would just keep in this big blue file I had.  I wasn't so great at actually making clothes (sewing) so this was a nightmare 😂 Thanks to my dad for always paying for my crazy ideas with no questions. Fun fact, when I was 16, I designed some ensembles for the contestants at Miss

  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.