Have you ever thought 'if they only understood me they'd know where I am coming from' especially when we are wrongly branded or unjustly punished for something we did or said that was from a seemingly good place? I say seemingly because our hearts are quite often 'desperately wicked' and cannot be trusted. As I... Continue Reading →
I won't touch the Lady Gaga's song or the LGBTQIA connotation that comes with the phrase. "When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate."~ Carl Jung I have this 12 week 'course' I am doing called The Artist's Way, and a lot of change in me can be blamed on... Continue Reading →
It was a tiring, exciting and well spent Sunday at the Rock Adventure hiking place in Mukurwe – ini, Nyeri. The steep climbs and rock boulders along the river bed added extreme challenge that… Source: Rock Adventure hiking trail, Mukurwe -ini
I like to equate growth with potty training. While you are a step up from pooping in diapers constantly, growth comes with learning to: Making a habit of telling an older person you need to poo, even if you are in your diapers, so that they can rush you to the potty or the nearest... Continue Reading →
There are people who are so easy to walk away from; they irritate you at first sight, show their nasty true colors after one or two or several seatings... And these people I will cut off without a second thought. I quite honestly like this type. It doesn't have to be a complete severance, I'll... Continue Reading →
Several course meal for thought.
Watch as a woman with access to equal opportunity to greatness is stifled by the standards and expectations we set on her because society’s standards are not the standards of equality yet.
There are things I wouldn’t like to admit to myself. Things such as the encroachment of stupidity in my surroundings that seems to be a willing indulgence as opposed to a tragic outcome of schools becoming the meeting point of kerosene and fire as opposed to the best possible brains. Things such as the need for activism, more especially gender based activism in an age where it is generally accepted that we’ve done enough damage with the empowered girl child and need to collect the boy child from a drunken stupor after he drops out of school because there is no room for him on the path to a board room chair. Things such as saying women need…
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Well! That was intense!
You meet at a friend’s house party. You step out and find him leaning against a car. You nod hello. After five minutes of silent sitting, he asks what you’re doing outside at a party.
“I’m out here to take a smoke.” You don’t drink.
“Really? Me too.”
“Do you have a lighter?”
He shakes his head no. “Do you have a cigarette?”
You shake your head no. You both blush. Why was your first instinct to lie?
You talk for ten minutes. It’s not magical. He complains a lot about his job and the country, and you find a way to see every male action as sexist. His sister wants to leave, so he does too. You only remember him fondly because you were both out there to stare at the moon. That big, cheesy, orange orb, in all its majesty, brought you together.
Five days later, he texts…
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This is learning progress but yea, let's dive! How do you balance being open and true with what you are getting in a friendship? I think a lot of people have this problem. Say you have that one friend that, when you hang out, they are very present but when you part, you know that... Continue Reading →
Two things- this blog is meant to start a conversation or spark a realization. Entertainment is also good; I’m happy if you smile. I am by no means a life expert and what I write here, if it is not scriptural, it is subject to change or evolve- growth. So whatever you read here, don’t pin... Continue Reading →
Exhibit A: ‘Maureen, you used to-‘ Me: *cocks gun* I like to think somewhere deep within myself, past the ‘I can be full of crap’ files, that I am a nice person. GENERALLY. I feel like I need to fill this paragraph with disclaimers lest the Lord smites me; the only good thing in me... Continue Reading →
Reach out, don’t retreat.
When I was growing up I knew I was going to be successful. I loved school and my grades were in line with my dreams.I imagined having a family, a beautiful house, a nice car, gorgeous kids and taking family vacations, everything looked so real.I just couldn’t wait to grow up.
Last year, as the year was coming to an end, I almost lost my job and things didn’t get better after that, so I decided to quit my job and figure my life out. Everything wasn’t going according to plan. I finished school, got good grades in campus, got a job then another then another and now I was tired of looking. So I decided to start my business. It seemed like a great idea. Now all my childhood fantasies were on the way to becoming a reality. I had a few friends to back me up on the…
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‘Wambaire, you really are doing well.’ Skeptics! Come join me as I sip tea! I had a 3+ hour WhatsApp call with Portia last night and after sharing with her my signs and symptoms of stupidity, she concludes our conversation with that. I think there is something wrong with her because that does not quite sound... Continue Reading →
Because God is all about whooping some goodness into you. We say ‘Our Father’ so there is no reason why this analogy should not fit. As usually, I will talk about myself; your turn comes at the end of this post in the comments section. This need not be a monologue. Yesterday as I was... Continue Reading →
I do not like to write about my inner battles. I feel like I am trying to get self-pity from people who definitely do not help anyone if not make one even feel worse. Despite that, I will share one of the things that bring me down as a person (apart from being short and petite hehehe). I struggle with over thinking. I do it unconsciously and I have been told gazillion times that I should stop it. It’s not easy. It’s a prison that I try to break free from at times. Over thinking is stressful, you carry things in your mind that you are not meant to. It becomes a burden and your mind operates like a processor with many tabs open. You always wonder what people think about you when you do something including breathing *sigh* Are you doing the right thing? Have I dressed well? What…
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