Staying Woke....

Let's discuss butts. And especially so, enlarged butts with our history. I bet very few of you know of Sarah Baartman. This chic was an African slave that was known for her behind. And I am not talking bout the Kim Kardashian size butt.

Eating My Frog

So, quarter life crisis is hitting pretty hard, and then Mark Twain decides to sashay into my life with his enormous moustache and famous quotes. It is kind of annoying, really, how history has a solution to your problems so that you do not have an excuse to fail at anything.

Crimes That Women Commit #2

So, there is a meme going round on the internet that we all cannot wait for our Boaz...that some of us have to be Abigail and wait for Nabal to die for us to have our David. This got me thinking. We as ladies have a defined perception of what we should expect, and the method with which our supposed husbands will find us.

Crimes You Commit as a Woman. (#1)

So, just yesterday, I had absolutely nothing to write and you know, panic mode set in...you know, that fear of being irrelevant  Yes, it actually does happen, till you realise that you cannot decompress unless you put pen to paper. Then came in the glory of Martha Karua.

I like to keep my sentiments regarding politics as impartial as I can. And I will try to, as long as everyone reading this blog realises that your vote is either your death sentence or life saver. There is an article I read earlier regarding how she always has her nails and hair on point. But yesterday, she was the epitome of femininity and feminism. So this chic, the anchor..

Mind Your Shoes!!

Someone told me that you judge a man's personality (and his wealth) by his shoes. If you do not like his shoes, you probably will not like his persona. The wealth part is another story.  For years, that is how I determined who would stay and who would not make it past hello. And it's kind of messed up, really. We have become so wrapped up in our physical appearances and what someone can do for you that we forget about ourselves. And I am sure so many ladies out there have these physical rituals that they have when they are interested in a guy

Men are like diamonds: So she collected as many as she could

"For we are working in a material world, and I am a material girl!!"

She looked straight ahead and held his gaze. She quietly smirked and grinned sheepishly. He did not flinch. That move alone would typically disarm any man. She was not willing to let him win. Her ego and pride could not permit her. She prided herself in collecting men like she did diamonds. Any fake ones would be thrown back to the murk where they belonged. The genuine ones...those genuine babies would be preserved in mint condition and taken out when required by occasion. She never slept with them-the diamonds that is

Myself

They never get to see the wholesome version of me. No one ever does. Not like I see it. Even the closest person in my life does not get to see every bad and good thing that i so, or think, or even feel. They may get to see the truer version of myself, but never the real thing. This is because i wear many hearts, and I juggle them at the very precise moment. I have a daughter role that i play, a sister role, a career woman role, a girlfriend role, and so many more. And no one gets to experience them all at one. So, please do not compare your experiences to mine. You do not know the shoes that I walk in: where they hurt, why they make me feel powerful. For I am, and forever will be a woman. And that is both the blessing and burden that we have to carry with us, and I'd be damned if I do not carry it with the grace it deserves.

Of Dead Dreams

It seemed so far away, her ambition and dreams. Like a silhouette in fog, appearing and disappearing through the mist. And that silhouette carried all her dreams. But it became fuzzier by the second. It seemed to float away backwards. Kind of what she imagined when they said the accession of Jesus.