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When loneliness kicks in and you miss home.
Things are completely different to what you were accustomed to. The air smells different too. When it rains, you miss that earthy smell in the air. It seems like forever since you last smelled it. This is something you never paid much attention to. And you dread to forget that smell. The streets are lonely. There are people yes, but everyone seems too absorbed in their own thoughts. You can’t tell really if people are too slow or too fast. But somehow there is that liveliness that’s missing. That liveliness that ascertains you of home. One of the little things you like to do is watching people and trying to…
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“Go where you belong!” Where?
Thinking back, I never thought about racism the way I do now. I wasn’t exposed to that before moving to Europe and so I didn’t fully understand what it exactly was. I was very naive, contrary to all the praises I got from people I interacted with when I moved to Europe. Countless times I was told how brave I was to just board a plane all by myself and move to a whole new country, a whole new culture, a whole different language and to top that with no family at all. I always dismissed that because to myself, it didn’t seem much of a big deal (the way…
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Spoil the child, spare the rod.
I would love to dance around the idea that I never bothered my parents during my adolescent years, or ever in my life. But who am I kidding? They might have a different version about that, which I highly doubt. Wait, they might tell you of that one time they sat me on the edge of their bed and lectured me about boys. I was in form 3. Sweet sixteen and showing breasts. Breasts I couldn’t hide anymore underneath my oversized sweaters. I still can’t recall why I was embarrassed of my body growing into curves. I developed a different walking style, bent forward kind of, and I was afraid…
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When I die…
Every time I hear of someone having lost someone to death my heart sinks into this dark zone filled with sadness and sorrow. I think of the life of the departed one in the sense that this persons entire plans are cut short just like that. And I really cannot stop thinking about the people that a departed one leaves behind. That makes me feel even sadder. It’s maybe because I have felt the sting that death leaves behind way too close and often. I like to openly talk about death because it is a part of life that no one can shake off or run from. I hope we…
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Who calls who and who meets who nowadays?
The other day I ranted a bit on how we have become social media addicts. This whole technology platform has replaced so many physical contacts. It is slowly killing the need of people meeting as often as needed (if it already hasn’t) , people having a great time together and neither being on their phones while at it. Hell! it has reduced the amount of human touch we have with each other. Like hugs and cuddles. You might think huh! who wants to hug and cuddle? I tell you, we need that a lot than we know. We literally take our godforsaken phones just about anywhere. Someone will spend even…
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The Untold Truth
I recently read a tweet that our parents will get shocked at the number of us who are not looking into marriage. And easy as it is to brush it off… There’s so much to where that is coming from. … When an ‘aunty'(ies) randomly mentions ‘if you get married to this particular tribe, don’t expect me to attend your wedding or have a certain connection with me….. Or When a mum randomly tells a daughter not to bring her a son in-law that has dreads, tattoos and all that, reason being, simply because it is ‘absurd’ for a man to grow hair’…. not to forget that in the 80’s…
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You left and were forgotten.
I recently wrote an article by the title Unloved, which I hope triggered someone somewhere to reset their line of thought and believe they deserve love and that they are loved. Hope you already checked that out. I‘m back here for those who have ever packed their bags or even none, but made the decision to leave home for reasons best known to them or certain circumstances made them to just leave. Found themselves in a far away town or country and by Gods grace they settled. Kind of. We can call them diasporas or run away kings and queens. I know that doesn’t fit so well. But isn’t almost…
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Determine who touches you!
We have been talking about consent for sometime now. Being the optimistic type, I won’t deny there has been strides of improvement. But more has to be done until we don’t need consent classes anymore (if it will ever come to that ). Because yo, in 2019, the 21st century, there are still grown bearded or bald men and fully breasted women who still need to be taught about consent. According to auntie google, Consent means; permission for something to happen or agreement to do something. There is so much one can give consent for or to, but for now I‘m here to talk about sexual consent. Allow me to…
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Unloved
There is a particular kind of people who whine uncontrollably of how unloved they are. I mean, we are all human and very needy humans at times. We all want to be seen, noticed, taken seriously, cared for, pampered, mention it, in ways we sometimes don’t even know how. And in wanting to receive what we crave for so badly, we will most times try to manipulate the ones in our lives to get it. I completely sympathize with people who received close to no love while growing up. Because I know it has affected certain aspects of their lives in ways only they can comprehend. Those that walked through…
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Family feud
Who is tired of family feud as I am? Do you some times wish things would be different? Can we break this cycle and fully love each other with our perfect imperfections. Please.
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