Female Fluidity

Hey loves,

So, you know that desire that burns up in your heart, engulfs you in flames of passion and you feel like you can literally move everyone out of your way for the sake of a certain quest? Yeah…I have had several of those. But it so happens that we of the Eve kind go through with this for some time, then burn out after a week or two. Our male counterparts, however, will keep that baby lit up for about 3 months…or until the job is actually done.

Well,disclaimer first;

Let me be...

I am tired…tired of having to explain who I am or what I do, or why I do what I do to create who I want to be. People at times ask you questions like you do not have a right to be on this world. If you combine different things of interest like literature and technology, they give you the side eye and go like ‘Acha experiment, akichoka atasettle field yenye anataka.’  And when that success, they act so surprised. Why is it that we cannot be just ourselves without having to explain what we feel or our intentions to everyone. The moody me is still me. The mischievous me is still me. And so is the experimental me, the reckless me, the introvert me, the happy me. And if you look closely, all these selves are expressed in the way I present myself. In my hair, in my smile, the way I walk, how I roll my eyes. Quit trying to conform me to the standards of this world. All selves are me.
Love,
All girls that are finding their footing in life.

Dear me,

Dear me,
Give yourself time. Time to grow and learn. Time to love and be loved. Give yourself time to learn about this world. It is a cruel one, but it is also kind to those who know how to treat it. Give yourself time to experience and know various people. That is how you will build networks and memory. Give yourself time to know yourself as you know others around you. Because as you grow, you will change. Priorities will shift. You will disregard some things and hold

My Poison gave me my Life

I have never been one to retain memories in my head. Never. Even when I was a kid, I needed to be told what to buy around ten times, and asked to repeat it and make a song out of it. My  mum accepted me for who I am a very long time ago. See, having a good memory and being sharp should not be used in one sentence in my opinion. Anyone who is sharp and has a good memory in my opinion bribed someone upstairs or something. It should be a crime, really. Being blessed with so much. What do you need all that for? Unless the fate of the world is in your hands. Or you are Shonda Rhimes.

'When I was Your Age' is not relevant anymore

Ever just felt like quitting? Feel like the weight of the world is heavy on your shoulders, and you pray, day and night, that just once, you are allowed to set it down for a second to catch your breath? Ever felt like despite you being tired, the world keeps telling you to move it along. That there is no time to waste.  That this world does not sympathize with those who can’t handle ‘it’. And that there are a million people depending on you.  And maybe there are. But jeez!!!  

When were we ever given the time to figure out what  ‘it’ is? When were we ever directed to follow a particular path and butt-kicked towards it. And the older generation, they think that we millennials are lazy, that all we do is sit on our hands with eyes