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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 I’m convinced you will find what you won’t like. That part you play. The bitter pill to…
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Shady compliments.
There are some gorgeous people out there whose well of compliments never runs dry and whenever you meet them they are too excited to shower you with compliments that can be some times subjectively referred to as shady compliments. You wonder whether they are just honestly pointing out a fun fact or they are just being hideous. Can you detect nasty from a far? And if you haven’t the art to decipher sarcasm then I don’t know if I should be happy for you or not. You do notice that from the various pieces of clothes you wear, your figure will appear to look different. An example I learned many…
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Declutter friendships.
I have often been confused at times trying to figure out what kind of a person I really am to myself and to others. I’ve been (and still am) on a journey of trying to deeply connect with myself and trying to find myself away from who I associate with, be it family, friends or otherwise. It is tricky having too many friends. I see good in people, I make friends too fast, and when we connect I find I can call you my friend. I have misused the word friend long enough until I got to realize the power of the word acquaintance. Huge difference. I realized it is…
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Rebel & Deuteronomy 22:5
(my father would never tell you who this is.lol) Don’t we love our parents to death but sometimes they are the last people we want to invade our space? Our parents raise us to look up on them as gods. Or maybe they don’t. Probably the „rule of nature“ finds its way to interpret the love and admiration we have for them as such. We also sometimes get torn between having respect for them and fearing them. Looking back into my childhood, my father was everything for me. My first male love. I shared with him everything anyone gave me. I would keep half of my food for him. He…
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Daddy came through. 🙌🏿
If you have followed my journey thus far then you will know what you are about to read means a lot to me and you will rejoice with me. I voluntarily spill my stories out there and no one judges me at least to my knowledge. My heart tells me to also share my breakthroughs or developments on stories I have already shared. So here we go. Remember ? Well, this happened. When I travel back home I always make it a point to visit my granny. Mommy’s mum. And you know how most grannies are so honest and will tell you anything because they don’t give a hoot or…
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How I was introduced to my stepmom and more.
(Back in the day ☺️) Mommy, as we always called her had suggested where my dad would find a helper. She wanted her husband to be happy even in her absence. She wanted us her kids to be surrounded by love and for some reason she was convinced we would be loved. Unfortunately I can’t place the exact unfolding of events perfectly or chronologically after my mums demise. But I remember from the place my mommy had suggested we get a helper we did get one. Her name was Grace. Yes what are the odds. My first name is Grace. Grace was a beautiful short dark skinned girl maybe in…
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Love of a dying mother
“One day I will die and unfortunately I will not be there to see my children growing up. They will grow up surrounded by love from their relatives and well wishers. They will even go abroad and favor will shine on them. They will be happy even when I’m gone. “ Mommy said those words to one of her sisters. Of course her sister thought she was crazy and asked her not to prophesy her death. Her sister on the contrary told her,” Racheal, stop this nonsense. If you don’t want to live I will live and I will see my children growing up and even hold my grandchildren.”(she actually…
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Uncertainty of freedom (2)
Tick Tock Tick Tock Time’s still ticking. You decide to take up on a language course. You catch up so fast and is among the best in class. Along the way someone sells you the idea of going abroad. To Germany of course since you are studying German. You have mastered the language enough to borrow water but you never ever thought Germany was the place for you. USA was always your dream destination. You have family that always psyched you up to finish school and they would get you to the States. Done with school and none of them remembers how they gassed you up. They don’t even have…
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Uncertainty of freedom(1)
It is shortly after Highschool that you have left home to go live in the wild city of dreams. Nairobi. You term that as freedom. I mean, not having to live everyday under the same roof with your parents and younger siblings at 18 years old, and not having “anything” to do really, no obligation to read or study for whatsoever reason, no homework or examinations to worry about. Nothing. All you feel you need to do is live, whatever that means. That period after Highschool while waiting for your results is every emotion. You have the sense of being an adult. You remember you wanted to grow so fast…
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Live for you! Don’t forget yourself in the name of sacrifices. 😘
For the longest time in my life I lived for other people. I lived to see others happy to the expense of my own happiness. I lived to make others proud of me and wallow in their validation. I did things for others. There wasn’t a journey I started for me. It was always for someone, family or friends. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a culture where everyone points out the responsibility you have over the others, and you are rarely told to do one or two things for you. Yourself. Society hands you the cross and you drag it along for so long you keep tripping and…
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