365 Days…

How time flies!

I feel like I’m way older than I’m actually turning. Three hundred and sixty-five days can really do a number on someone. Three. Hundred. And. Sixty. Five.

A quick recap on what I’ve been up to this year, and this is the conclusion that best describes where my life is at.

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Be that as it may, this past year,  as always, I’ve picked up a couple of lessons along the way.

I learnt…

…how to be patient; learning the art of slowing down, breathing and waiting before reacting has to be one of my utmost accomplishments this year.

… that being right is not always the right thing to be. Sometimes, winning an argument is not that important. Even if I know I’m right and I’m fighting the urge to say…“I told you so.” God knows how many times I’m always right. LOL! Sometimes, it’s ok to let some things just slide.

…that indeed women are their own worst enemies and each other’s biggest allies especially against a common enemy. Well, most women are. As much as I would like defend my species, I have come to realize that when it comes to business, I’m better off dealing with guys. Girls will plot your downfall, and stab you in the back, all the while kissing your cheeks. Ok, perhaps not all girls. Most are kind of tricky.

… that life is indeed beautiful despite the shitty things that do happen from time to time. There’s always a reason for everything.

…that everyone and everything doesn’t have to be fixed. Some can but others, it’s just not worth the trouble.  Same goes for the past; it should be left just there, in the past.

…that love can never be equalized. It can never be reciprocated in the same measure it’s given out. One will always be more than the other and if you think about, you’ll die of depression. It’s just the way it is.

… that saying the words “I love you…” and actually meaning it, will not make me choke and die.

Here’s to another 365 days!

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On My Playlist:

Christina Perri – Arms 

Of Possibilities…

Once in a while you watch or read something and a sentence/phrase/expression or two catch your attention.  It / they embed themselves in your subconscious and more often than not play themselves in your mind over and over. And you can’t stop thinking about it. 

For me, this has to be it. 

“Romance is about the possibility of the thing. You see… It’s about the time when you first meet some fine-ass woman…And when you first make love to her. And when you first ask a woman to marry you… And when she says I do. When people who have been together a long time …say that the romance is gone…Mm-mmmh…What they’re really saying is… They’ve exhausted the possibility.” ~ Darius Lovehall (Love Jones, 1999)

 

 

On My Playlist “I’ll Never Stop loving You by Charles Cameron

Blog.a.ver.sa.ry #3…

Three years! How’s about that, eh?!

Today, I was pleasantly surprised when I got a WordPress notification congratulating me for celebrating my third year on the blogging platform. I couldn’t even remember when I started blogging. But it definitely doesn’t feel like it has been three years already. It’s amazing that I haven’t pulled the blog down. I have to admit that I’ve thought about it, especially when I was going through the dry spells with no content to fill up these pages with.

This space was created when I needed a channel to vent at. At that time, I badly needed to let up some steam. Shit in my life wasn’t making any sense at all. See, I’m not good at expressing my feelings on a one on one basis (I’ve since improved –slightly), so this was the best place I could burden faceless people with my thoughts, troubles, ramblings etc.  *chuckles* Now when I think about it, I have indeed grown with this blog. The person I am today, is not the same person that first signed up in here. And I am really glad I did. I have re-read some of the posts I put up in here. Some have made me laugh myself silly, others have me thinking about my past, my life journey. I keep thinking I said a bit too much in others. While two, three, four or five posts made me go like damn girl, you’re naughty!  

I have enjoyed doing all the posts and reading the various comments. You guys rock! Perhaps I should highlight some of my favourite posts. Well, not favourite, because all of them are. But these particular ones still elicit some sort of emotions when I re-read them.

A little trip down memory lane. Shall we?

• My view on weddings still hasn’t changed. No surprises here. 
• I definitely don’t miss being single. Some days though, a bit of me still wishes I was. Oh, the things I could have gotten myself into….but then again, perhaps it’s best this way. I love that there’s someone I can randomly get angry at. Because from that I have learnt how to apologize and profusely at that. LOL! Relationships are f.u.n. *sigh* That brings me to my next point ↓
• Funny how, many moons later, this guy ended up being Mr. Bubbly. *chuckles* Who would have thought! I certainly didn’t see it coming.
• My very own #Tujuane episode. Update: I met him a couple of months later under totally different circumstances  He’s actually an easy guy with great business acumen that I’ve been privileged to benefit from. This one, I’m never letting go. *ahem*
• The vetting process went well, we picked a girl for JB and now, I’m tired of waiting for a wedding; their wedding. I like Vicky, she has fast become one of my close girlfriends. And she dropped the weaves! \o/ Nowadays she experiments a lot with her short natural hair, thanks to me! but mostly to the many University of YouTube links she’s been obsessed with lately.
• Closure is beautiful; there’s nothing quite like it. I haven’t heard from him since. I hope he’s well wherever he is at.
• Everyday, I thank God for this guy in my life. It’s quite unfortunate that I didn’t bag him for myself though. *Kicks self*
• The one thing I’m not particularly proud of but I have no regrets. But between you and I, goose-freaking-bumps! 
• Cancer has become a huge pain in boobs lately, we should all be aware.
• Oh, snap! LOL! No comment. *ahem* That was fun!   The thirst though!
• I embarked on a journey and I am loving the self discovery. 

And here I am now, three years later.  What next? Perhaps, concentrate on keeping the blog active.

Thank you for reading whether there was something new posted or not. I’ll try and improve on that.

Lastly, I’d like to appreciate my two anonymous guest writers who filled in the silence on my part with their amazing stories.  More are welcome. It gets tiring ‘hearing’ one’s voice all the time. So if interested…hit me up.

Here’s to more blogging years!

On My Playlist “All About Our Love” by Sade

iOut…

“Random tweefs. Insulting blogs. Election campaigns. TT. Jubilee. CORD. Peace messages. Uhuru.  Raila. PK. Martha. Opinions. Peace campaigns. Elections. IEBC. More opinions. Allegations. Election results. Goddamned Peace messages! Winners. Losers. MEMES. Complaints. Tujuane. Opinions. Lanes. Tribes. Insults. Disses. Whiners. Lanes. ICC Ruling. Kenyatta. More Fuckin’ opinions! IDPs. US. Obama tweef. KOTs. Botswana. Opinions. Tweef. KOT. SomeoneTellAnyFuckinPerson…”

That has been my Twitter timeline the last couple of months.

When did we all get that negative, sad and angry? Always in a fighting mood?

Is it that we lack better things to do with our time?

Just how idle are we? Everyone trying to out do the other.

How petty and ignorant are we about issues?

We are always ready to pounce on any soul whose opinions differ from ours. Cyber bullies, that’s what we’ve become.

One can tolerate such nonsense to a certain level. Then it gets out of hand.

It stops being funny and becomes too much. Once upon a time, I expressed my amusement at twitter. It was one of the best things that I had discovered in a while. Very exciting. I was a newbie at it then, but now I think I’ve been on it for far too long.

I think it’s time for me to do away with all that negative energy that is not adding any value to my life. There’s absolutely no point of getting affected, annoyed by some random tweep’s sentiments strewn all over my TL.

I loved interacting on the @Kbaab3 page, but it’s time I let it go. I’m done ‘participating’ in people’s lives and mostly, their frustrations. I’m onto better and far much greater things as soon as I figure out what that means .  

…of my short twitter life…

On My Playlist  Superman  – Black Coffee