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āGo where you belong!ā Where?
Thinking back, I never thought about racism the way I do now. I wasnāt exposed to that before moving to Europe and so I didnāt 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 didnāt 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. Itās 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 hasnāt) , 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 offā¦ Thereās so much to where that is coming from. ā¦ When an āaunty'(ies) randomly mentions āif you get married to this particular tribe, donāt expect me to attend your wedding or have a certain connection with meā¦.. 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 āabsurdā for a man to grow hairāā¦. not to forget that in the 80ās…
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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. Iām 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 doesnāt fit so well. But isnāt 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 Iām 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 donāt 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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Common denominator?You!
You might be asking every so often why certain things happen to you. And it might feel as if the universe conspires against you and leads you to that shit hole you keep finding yourself in. But do you actually realize that often than not, you are the only person who can keep putting yourself in the same situation you keep finding yourself into? And instead of always rushing to put the blame on someone else or something else, can you also take a sit and search within yourself and your doings, and Iām convinced you will find what you won’t like. That part you play. The bitter pill to…
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