tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42794287869815532962024-03-21T08:16:14.922+03:00Dream Chasing: The revelations.Because life is a journey. These are glimpses into mine.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-56875087263034133882016-07-03T21:27:00.001+03:002016-07-03T23:27:34.578+03:00Taking Stock: July<p dir="ltr"><br>
Happy new month my sugar pies:-):-):-)<br>
We are halfway done with 2016...can you believe it?<br>
How was the first half?<br>
Are you happy with how life is?<br>
Was it quite the struggle? Do you wish you could fast forward to when things will be okay?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Whichever way it has been, I hope you will learn from it and keep growing.<br>
Life is too short to stagnate.<br>
Let yourself take the baby steps towards progress.<br>
If it is healing you need, allow yourself to be whole again by opening up yourself to forgiveness.<br>
If it is a dream you are chasing, keep at it. <br>
Do one thing every day, even a little thing that will take you closer to your ultimate vision.</p>
<p dir="ltr">On my end, things have been pretty beautiful.<br>
Your girl graduated and got a job... So we can say that is one dream down:-):-)</p>
<p dir="ltr">And in celebration of that I am thinking it's about time our little home over here got an upgrade so we will be moving to Wordpress soon. The site is already up.... <br>
<a href="http://meganomare.wordpress.com">meganomare.wordpress.com</a><br>
But I am still working on it but when we do move I will make it pretty grand... So until then please stay here. <br>
Another reason for the wordpress move is for some of you who find commenting on this space a bit hard. With Wordpress you can comment whichever way you like even anonymously so to my ghost followers you can continue ghost following only now you can comment anonymously too... *yaay*. :))</p>
<p dir="ltr">But while we wait for all that.. Here is what I have been upto lately... enjoy!</p>
<p dir="ltr">Making: My Wordpress site. Our official move will be marked by a post about what achieving one dream has taught me.... A major milestone so subscribe!!!! You won't regret it that much.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cooking:Okay.. Pass. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Drinking: Tea. Because in Kenyan offices it is almost like a law to drink a hundred cups a day... </p>
<p dir="ltr">Reading: Nothing new. But as I type this it is less than 24 hours till the Caine Prize winner for this year is announced and I am excited. I read the stories and every review and author interview about them I could get and they are all such stunning pieces of fiction. I am rooting for Bongani Kona's At Your Requiem. It was the kind of story which is simple but the author's narration style had me hooked. Although I do admit that Lesley Nneka Arima's When A Man Falls from the Sky is the kind of different which should also not go uncelebrated. I am honestly torn. (read all the other masterpieces <a href="http://caineprize.com/2016-shortlist/">here).</a></p>
<p dir="ltr">Wanting: A tablet so bad. My excuse...it will make reading and blogging on the go so much easier. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Playing: Make that about to uninstall Candy Crush. I am stuck on a level and have been for a month now...sigh.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Deciding: That this month I am going to set goals and achieve them. I work hard but I feel like I am not achieving anything concrete so that is going to change. All those things I have been meaning to do but get lazy to, I am determined to start again and reach them. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wishing: For world peace and for people to stop hurting each other. News is so scary these days. *Prayers up for the world*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Enjoying: My job. It gets hard. It gets scary. It gets frustrating. But I thank God that this is where I have been put to serve. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Waiting: For the weekend. Because sleep. That is all. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wondering: If it's normal to love my cats the way I do. I was feeling lazy this morning until I heard one of my kitties meow loudly. Then I got my ass up to see what the problem was.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Loving: On my superman. Happy 7 months you beautiful soul ♡♡</p>
<p dir="ltr">Watching: Black.ish. I think it is the funniest black comedy I have seen in a while. And Diane is totally family black sheep goals. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wearing: My pyjamas. It is bed time!!!<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Sorting: umm pass...</p>
<p dir="ltr">Buying: Lipstick. <a href="https://www.instagram.com/fashiolletta/">Fashiolleta</a> is my hero!!! I bought a Colorpop liquid lipstick in the shade Creeper from them and I am impressed by the products and their effiecency. I am definitely getting more. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Bookmarking: <a href="http://www.anthrsnday.com/">Alex Elle's</a> social media pages. I find her writing healing. And so emotionally and spiritually encouraging.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hope you enjoyed my musings. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Have a beautiful month and keep shining.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Love, <br>
Meggie.<br>
❤❤</p>
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Uuum because baby girl loves her job and is not about getting fired obvs!!<br>
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Okay enough.<br>
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*Tries to resumes her state of relative normalcy.*<br>
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Today I will introduce you to my new friend PATIENCE.<br>
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I've know her for years. Hated her even longer.<br>
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I do not know Patience. Or rather how to deal with her.<br>
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If I am to drop the personification and be more sensible, Patience is a virtue. And it is one I lack completely.<br>
Do not blame me.<br>
I am a millenial.<br>
I belong to a generation that believes all problems should be fixed immediately.<br>
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Hungry?<br>
KFC delivers in 10 minutes ain't nobody got time to actually marinate and fry chicken.<br>
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Assignment due?<br>
Google has all the answers to my problems. I have better places to go than to a library to actually RESEARCH.<br>
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Sick?<br>
Google it then hit up a pharmacy because I already know what's wrong with me.<br>
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Patience is something foreign.<br>
Partly because I am a millenial ever so quick to go everywhere and do everything but also because I was raised a last born and I am used to getting most of what I want when I want it.<br>
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But the last few months and year has made me change a lot because life has put me in circumstances that forced me to learn to wait.<br>
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It started with my undergraduate research project. 2 semesters that were decent except for emails from my supervisor and manuscripts covered in red marks which had me seriously wondering why I didn't just quit and wait to get a rich husband. Seriously, if it wasn't for God, God and God I would have cracked a long time ago. Also something that was 40% and blended Scotch lol.... but I digress.<br>
But through it all, I was forced to wait for a tiny idea to grow into a tangible research paper. And when it did come to pass, it was beautiful and your girl got an A( yes I am bragging shamelessly :D ).<br>
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Exit project and campus life and I was forced into another situation that tested my patience. THE JOB hunt.<br>
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Laaawwdd. I always imagined whenever I threw my CV somewhere and inserted the name of my University and the one internship at a financial advisory company I did, I would immediately get an email saying we want you. What Lies!!! As in seriously University rankings are just a waste of time.<br>
They get you all confident and excited only for you to be super disappointed.<br>
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I did this thing for 2 months and I wanted to cry. It was email after email. Online application after online application. I bugged my mother enough times. I tried to be busy writing while I wait but honestly my creative juices ran dry for some inexplainable reason. I resorted to one thing to numb my frustration... TV and long naps.<br>
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This waiting thing was not for me.<br>
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But somewhere along the line I was able to achieve goal number 5 of the year which was get a decent entry level position. I thought it would happen by February but May isn't too bad. People wait longer.<br>
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The whole point of this post isn't to brag to my job-hunting peers.<br>
But it's to show you that waiting is inevitable.<br>
No matter how much you hate it.<br>
You just have to learn to embrace it. Waiting feels like floating in a vacuum. At least for me.<br>
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I wasn't so sure what to do with myself,<br>
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So I resorted to just laying there, in that period of nothingness hoping for a miracle.<br>
I hated it. My anxiety had my mind racing as I kept hoping to wake up one day and find myself in a new routine and most importantly NOT WAITING.<br>
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But after getting through it I realize that Patience has to be my best friend by force. And no, not just for the big things but the little things too.<br>
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I am learning to allow myself to be patient even with others particularly Kenyans who do not know how to be on time. I inherited my mum's time ethic and I cannot stand people whose 1 pm means 4.25. But for some people, it is a personality trait, as ingrained in them as my need to show up early.<br>
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I am also learning to be patient with people because they wont always understand you. Or warm up. I am the newbie where I work. And that means there is a staff of 45 plus people who still do not know me so of course conversations will be awkward at times. But it's okay because again that will take time. And while I wait I will be content smiling awkwardly and occasionally participating in small talk.<br>
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And most importantly I am learning to be patient in my climb up the corporate ladder. It is frustrating. I am a millennial. I expect to be forever entertained and to see results. But that wont happen. There are still so many processes to be learnt. Which is annoying because my lack of this knowledge means there are a lot of times when I am in the office, waiting and using company wifi. And that can be fun because this place has amazing wifi but I also dont want to be that one using company wifi to blog. So lately I decided to be using this waiting time to grow my skills, read a bunch of Accounting Standards and religiously read Business Daily so that when the period of blooming happens in this corporate jungle, I have more than just the boring book knowledge to help me sail through.<br>
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So dear reader reading this, I don't know where you are but I will tell you this hunnay, be patient. And learn to wait patiently. <br>
As a millennial it is so hard.<br>
But everything will happen at it's time.<br>
Learn how to build yourself as you wait. If it's a job, practice by volunteering somewhere or maybe grow your skills by studying something related to your line of work. Don't just sit there watching Nairobi Diaries (or do this sometimes because it can be fun but don't make it your day job lol).<div>If you are in a dilemma and waiting for a miracle to lead you to your next move just wait patiently. You will figure it out too.. But dont stop thinking and praying about it.<br>
If it's Mr or Mrs Right, in time that will come too. My single-hood was a seriously frustrating process at times because it had been a whiile since I was that alone (yes I said it) but something beautiful came of it, eventually. So as you wait, grow yourself, learn to love yourself unconditionally and spoil yourself doing things that make you happy.<br>
If it's for a tough time in your life to pass, take courage in the strength that comes only from above.<br>
Sit through the pain. Cry if you must. Cry a lot. But dont let it get the best of you, it shall pass too. Just like everything else.<br>
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<br></div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-45749638279340423422016-04-27T22:37:00.001+03:002016-04-27T22:37:53.956+03:00The Big T<p dir="ltr">'The Big T'</p>
<p dir="ltr">*noun phrase*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Definition : The state of accepting your roots and beautiful kinks and coils and wearing your hair without the concentrated sodium hydroxide previously used to straighten the Bantu out of your hair.<br>
Basically starting the transitioning journey which is the Big Chop; but like, for COWARDS.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Fellow readers, welcome to my life.<br>
If you stalk this blog well enough you may have realized I did this whole post about how I want to cut my hair and start growing it without any relaxer.  <br>
If you are also keen, you will have realized that I took down the post a few days after I wrote it.<br>
Why? <br>
Because even after having India Arie on replay, following a million naturalistas on Instagram and researching about how to prepare for the Big C, I chickened out. Basically the Big C in my life stands for Big Coward.</p>
<p dir="ltr">*bows head in shame*</p>
<p dir="ltr">Nonetheless the idea of going natural still haunted me. It was fueled every time I went to the salon and had to deal with heat and the constant pulling and imagined the idea of exposing my tender scalp to chemical burns.<br>
Honestly I was done.<br>
And even now, I am officially over that life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">When I relaxed my hair in November 2012 I did it because I was sick of braiding my hair. Back then I thought the only way to wear natural hair and have it look pretty is if it's braided or weaved up. The idea of blow drying my hair was out of the question because my natural curls couldnt stay put after a blow dry no matter how much I burned them. So my only option seemed to be to hit up the salon and relax the mane.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was okay with it. In fact my hairdresser was pretty good, it grew a teeny weeny bit.<br>
But lately I just feel like I am sick of that life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I have been having massive curl and kink envy and so I have decided to just go natural again. And since I am a coward (read I am majorly insecure about le fivehead) I decided to ease myself into it by transitioning.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So welcome to my natural hair journey. I hope you'll enjoy reading about my musings and sharing bits of advice because Lord knows I need it. This journey will involve a lot of doing my hair myself which up until a few hours ago, I had never done before. So people I need help. And prayers. And encouragement. And advice. Lots of it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Personally I feel that in 2016, natural hair is more than just hair.  It represents a wave of pure self love and self acceptance and a refusal to accept one ideal kind of beauty. It represents a wave of females (and supportive males) who want to break a false beauty construct that has led to so many women feeling inadequate.</p>
<p dir="ltr">-you see your face. you see a flaw. how. if you are the only one who has this face. – the beauty construct<br>
Nayyirah Waheed, salt.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So of course for me this journey will be filled with poetry celebrating black girl magic, India Arie and lots of writing,  I hope.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And I have decided that today, the 27th of April is a perfect day to have a hair anniversary since I just had my first proper home wash day. It was quite the task. I have never done my hair at home. Ever. But baby we did it. And beinf in control of this process for the first time felt so....liberating. </p>
<p dir="ltr">As I write this, my hair is in matutas(or three strand twists as they are known in natural hair land) I would post a pic of that but lezzbereal,  we don't know each other like that lol:-D</p>
<p dir="ltr">I hope my musings will inspire you to accept yourself in all your natural nappy haired beauty and chocolate coated magic. Except this one. This post was me being vain and blabbering about my hair (because I am a narcissistic writer who should have been listened to more as a child.)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Aaanyway... Here's to Black Girl Magic, good hair and beautiful days.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Love, <br>
Meggie.</p>
<p dir="ltr">PS... Drop a comment, hit my facebook DM or whatever. <br>
Sharing is Caring people, this new Naturalista needs that info. :-):-)<br>
Thank you❤</p>
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-7122390887276814482016-04-05T17:15:00.001+03:002016-04-08T22:01:25.568+03:00Offending the dreams of my younger self<p dir="ltr">You are 22 and shit did not turn out the way it was meant to. You are still not paying your own bills even though at 16 you swore you would grow up to be that Strong Independent Type of Bitch.<br>
You do not have the solid friendships you knew would form your support system at this age. Your love life is somewhere between messed up and totally non existent. And truthfully life fucking sucks.<br>
Your greatest achievement as of 6 pm today was finally passing level 200 on Candy Crush, and maybe doing the dishes before mum got home.<br>
You spend a terrible amount of your life stalking your schoolmates on Instagram, sometimes Snapchat and try so hard not to feel someway everytime this one posts an at work selfie or that one launches a social media page for their business.<br>
You day dream for hours, about what would happen if you just got that one job or if someone just sent you that email that would change your life.<br>
But the truth is you feel terribly lazy and fearful.<br>
That's why you stare at your laptop for hours but never quite get to sending those emails or coming up with a write up for that project you've been meaning to start.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Ladies and gentlemen welcome to my life.</p>
<p dir="ltr">At 22 I swore I was going to have my shit together. I'd have the perfect boyfriend (think Idris Elba but with Bill Gates' money). I was meant to have a job which would literally have my pretty behind swimming in money, probably a house and a car. I was meant to have published a book or won some literary accolade. Damn it I was meant to be all shades of awesome. At 16, I thought I'd be happy by now. </p>
<p dir="ltr">But honestly that is far from what I am.<br>
I have been staring at a blank Microsoft Word page for the past month trying to get myself to create. I have sent maybe 2 or 3 job applications and I am still waiting on an angel to send me the job of my dreams. <br>
And over the past few days I have been feeling like I am under the darkest cloud.</p>
<p dir="ltr">22 is being so hard on me.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It got worse a month ago when I finished my undergrad.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I spend my days Re-watching season 10 and 11 of Keeping up with the Kardashians because I literally have nothing better to do. And my parent seems to enjoy having a maid around so I am under no pressure to leave the house and go out and change the world.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Which only makes me feel so claustrophobic because everytime I scroll through my social media pages, people my age are making it happen. Recently I accidentally came across(read shamelessly stalked) the page of a former school mate who seems to be all shades of superwoman as she makes plans for running for public office in 2017 and I am here thinking how Election Day next year is going to be stay indoors and eat pizza till I can't feel my face Day. Sad isn't it?</p>
<p dir="ltr">Whatever happened to that change the world energy I once had when I was younger? What happened to my plans of going back to my roots and helping little girls get an education?<br>
Whatever happened to the Megan who was such a dreamer who spent hours in English class writing poems on my text books knowing I was going to rock mics one day?<br>
What happened to her?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I think the twenties are where dreams comes to die. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'll say it again.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The twenties is where your dreams come to die.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Because that is when reality hits you. <br>
You realize humans are just selfish people who have mastered the art of smiling to your face as they dig a knife through your back. You become so paranoid you just cant trust anyone, not even when they come with a golden heart and claim they want to be your friend. People are a lie. Friendship and relationships are all lies. <br>
You realize that art is beautiful but applause doesn't pay the bills so those artistic dreams just melt away into a dark space that is replaced by a career your parents tell you will put you at the top of the corporate food chain. You sell out. And you hate yourself endlessly even though you dont have the balls to hand in that resignation letter or apply to drop your degree programme. <br>
You encounter campus politics and realize that change is an illusion and the common good is just a dream that those in power use to blinden the people. Everyone can be bought. Even you. You'd just rather do nothing than waste your time waiting for the one that will pay the most.<br>
And just like that. You become a robot.</p>
<p dir="ltr">A slave to the system that tells you the order of life is degree, job, masters, marriage, baby, grandbaby, death. </p>
<p dir="ltr">A sell out because you quickly move from free spirit to survivor aka ADULT.</p>
<p dir="ltr">And I guess for me that is the hardest bit to accept because I am just not fucking ready.<br>
I am not ready to be in a career that I hate. I am not ready to spend the rest of my life wondering what if?<br>
What if I'd taken a Masters in English or something dreamy like that?<br>
What if I became a full time writer?<br>
What if I I just moved in with Mr. E.B and didnt do the usual boring pretty white dress thing?</p>
<p dir="ltr">I dont want to be that person.<br>
But at the same time I dont want to take a risk which will have me wishing I would have just stuck to the rules.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Basically this whole post is just about how the truth is M does not know what the fuck she wants and it is driving her to near madness because I WAS NOT MEANT TO BE THIS PERSON!!!!!</p>
<p dir="ltr">But after countless hours spent wishing I was a baby.. Specifically North West or Saint West lol, I have realized that it is just part of the journey.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This case of quarter life crisis will not last forever. And as a friend told me, sometimes life happens and we do not get what we want. It doesn't mean life has to end. It just means you have to find new ways to be happy. <br>
I know the twenties is where dreams come to die, but only if you let them.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So fellow twenties sell out who is reading this. <br>
Life is hard right now.<br>
You are very very close to deppression. <br>
And your successful Instagram friends are not making life any easier.<br>
But baby you will make it. <br>
Just take those baby steps, get out of bed, keep encouraging your people who are doing it. <br>
Don't quit that degree, just finish it and maybe start a new one. Send out an application letter or two, it wont hurt. Maybe in working that job you think will suck the life out of you, you will have enough money to go out and do what really makes your heart beat. Or even better maybe you will end up loving it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I personally know I am very bad at everything adult. Except maybe whiskey shots...or not because I have light weight struggles. *insert monkey covering eyes emoji here lol*</p>
<p dir="ltr">I did not just write that on my blog. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Anyway as I was saying... I will figure out adulting. I will be terrible at it.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But I will not suck at it forever. </p>
<p dir="ltr">So here's to working hard. <br>
Enjoying every moment.<br>
We will get through the quarter life crisis.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I, will get through the quarter life crisis.<br>
And I will also seriously stop watching re-runs of Keeping Up With the Kardashians.<br><br></p>
<p dir="ltr">PS.. The title was borrowed from a poem by Chaka Sichangi, a poet whose Wordpress was everything back in the day. ❤❤❤<br></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFwwa4AxJ-M5P91yKdHAr8WlpSmv-_Xu0B3S0v2FLFR3GHR8sCLOSORz0ASnlIjl7NyiOvHpQqaYFuUmcHGYKdK48ex4lijkj2Re_2y7pPYNUh1EeXYJmwerwZtC_R8_66dsYiQRvSdqP/s1600/6e3f52a536f194284442c0fb5212569c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"> <img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFwwa4AxJ-M5P91yKdHAr8WlpSmv-_Xu0B3S0v2FLFR3GHR8sCLOSORz0ASnlIjl7NyiOvHpQqaYFuUmcHGYKdK48ex4lijkj2Re_2y7pPYNUh1EeXYJmwerwZtC_R8_66dsYiQRvSdqP/s640/6e3f52a536f194284442c0fb5212569c.jpg"> </a> </div>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-53921931934653399702016-03-14T12:38:00.001+03:002016-03-14T13:17:27.540+03:00That Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday.<br>
The fucked up thing is how for the most part you remain a stranger and truthfully I have enough of those and that kind of sucks but that is not what this story is about.<br>
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It was a Tuesday or Wednesday or Thursday or some annoying day like that. I think I had a CAT or assignment due and people in the same room were reading for it but I could not be bothered. You know me. We were seated and I was using my ignorance to give you an idea of how to go about writing your chapter 2 although truthfully I knew nothing and was trying to act all Perfect Know it All A student. Also we all know that was a lie. I was stressed about my thesis too and it was one of those moments when I was hiding my loneliness and stress behind hearty laughs and we were talking everything. Mostly families, and how it sucks to lose yours. You told me Mrs lost her mum too and for a split second she ceased to be another fictional character I have heard of but never met. I could feel her pain. I was that girl too. And I could see you trying all you could to numb her pain even though it wasn’t working but you kept trying. I remembered him too, the guy who did that for me or tried to and missed him, for a minute. But then I stared at you and this overwhelming sense of respect that even now still won’t go away overcame me because, you just like he, didn’t have to.What struck me is how you became that guy again. In that moment you sort of took me back to a familiar pain and unconsciously sort of took it away. You probably never knew it. But I'm writing this with the hope you do so that the next time someone tells you you are a bad excuse of a person you can come back to this memory.<br>
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You sat there with me. I went on and on about how dad was such a phenomenal person and went name dropping about his position because quite frankly no one seems to give a fuck anymore and I just wanted to reminisce. I remember not shutting up. And it’s funny because that is one thing I ordinarily know how to do. But you sat there and did the most amazing thing when I bragged about his achievements, you grabbed my machine and told me to Google his work. I could be exaggerating but you were impressed when you saw those results. And I guess I felt a tinge of pride too. But even more, I wished Dad was around because gentlemen like you were the breed I would proudly introduce as friend, (and risk having my family asking all forms of questions even though there was nothing going on.)<br>
See to you, it could have been just another midmorning wasted on this girl who seemed so elusive and detached from everyone but in that moment I felt something greater. I felt that someone cared.<br>
And that is the one thing you crave the most when you lose a loved one. The sun has this nasty habit of insisting on rising and setting normally every day after a loved one passes on. For every person that dies more people get married, or fornicate and have babies who grow up and hit development milestones and go on to become amazing human beings. With time it starts to feel like that one awesome human being who once was in my life gets forgotten. And that sucks because this person, this loved one, once meant the world to me and it kills me to know that the world barely even acknowledges the fact that they existed.<br>
So to have somebody willing to hear me rant on and on about said departed person’s awesomeness, that feels great.<br>
There are moments after Dad’s passing I wish I could forget. The moments when we show up at events and feel so ordinary because there is no one to speak for us. The times when the people who once greeted us before just pass us because we are pretty much nobody without him. The times when I share a picture of him on social media and family, friends or acquaintances who I barely even see anymore kind of send me texts to the effect that I should grow the fuck up and get over it.<br>
But then there are times which I pray I never forget. People who I always remember in my prayers because their kind gestures meant everything. Gentlemen who happily help young girls who do need to get over it but refuse to by sparing a minute to help them Google search the articles their father's wrote.<br>
When I pray, I just want you to know I say a special Bless him for Tall Ninjas like you.<br>
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-71962457366585589732016-03-03T14:19:00.003+03:002016-03-14T10:35:58.687+03:00Taking Stock: March<div style="background-color: white; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ladies and gentlemen it is March. The second month of this leap year is gone and all those February 29th Babies finally got a real day to celebrate their birthdays... by the way happy belated birthday any leap year baby reading this, it only comes once every 4 years and I hope yours was magical **.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So anyway how was February for you?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Was it good?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did it give you a reason to believe in life and love and love again?</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For me it did.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Looking back I'm not even sure how the month went by so fast but I remember laughing and having some pretty low days but always coming back to this new place where more than ever I am convinced that no matter what happens, I will be alright.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So anyway here is my taking stock post for this beautiful month.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Making : A to do list. I'm not a very productive person past 10 am but today I want to get shit done...(hence the reason I am determined to write today). :)</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;"></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Wanting : Every possible variant in this new body spray range I am using. I am currently using warm vanilla sugar and I love it because it is sweet yet very very subtle. Meggie wants more!!</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Waiting: for my finalist dinner so I can rock this dress I have been hiding in my closet since February. I hope that evening will be beautiful.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Liking: How I finally found a shade of purple/pink lipstick that I feel comfortable rocking. And it's a liquid matte!! Somebody say YAAS HONEY!!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Loving: this <a href="http://person./">person.</a></span><a href="http://muwado.com/how-to-piss-off-your-parents-muwadoloveletter2/" target="_blank"><br /></a></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Hoping: That I'll get a job very soon. I don't do well with idleness. At all.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Wearing: Formal pants and shirt. I feel like this look is typical for anyone who studies at my university. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Following: <a href="http://www.online-instagram.com/user/nairobinaturalistas/2013779892" target="_blank">Nairobi naturalistas</a>. Hence the natural hair fever.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Noticing: How it is so easy to outgrow some people. It's kind of sad how even the slightest change in ourselves can cause a shift in the people we previoussly used to find ourselves around.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Thinking: about how I need to derail someone very soon. They probably wont like it but I have my needy days. I am currently having one right now.</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Feeling: so optimistic about everything..</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;">Bookmarking: (or thinking of bookmarking) my Linked In page. The time has come ladies and gentlemen.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #393939; line-height: 20.8px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span></span>meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-70480927860533093752016-02-25T11:05:00.001+03:002016-02-25T11:05:20.855+03:00YES<p dir="ltr"><i>So the post below first appeared on </i><i><a href="http://muwado.com">this</a></i><i> blog as my submission for the </i><i><a href="http:// http://muwado.com/how-to-piss-off-your-parents-muwadoloveletterchallenge2/">Muwado Love Letter Challenge 2 </a></i><i>(although I gave it a different title). I read the posts for last year and though I'm late I felt like I had to participate. </i><br>
<i>Also if you are a writer I dare you to write something on this subject too. </i><br>
<i>(you can read more details </i><a href="http:// http://muwado.com/muwadoloveletter2/"><i>here)</i></a><i> And drop a comment of the link, I would love to read it. </i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>Love and Sunshine ❤❤,</i><br>
<i>Meg.</i></p>
<p dir="ltr"><b>YES.</b></p>
<p dir="ltr">The reason I choked on my cup of green tea that time was because when I saw that black velvet box in your palm all that came to mind was how the odds are not in our favor. They probably never have been. <br>
There is no way you expect me to compete with the average lady from back home with a behind that would put a Kenyan socialite to shame. Neither can I throw it down in the kitchen. And I am not anywhere close to fully learning how to. I am not submissive either. I have no idea what that word means and neither does pretty much every other educated feminist lady that I know. The ones in my circles anyway. We are too independent for that nonsense.  We know how to look pretty. We know how to cuss the fuck out of random men who ogle at us as we walk by. We know how to demand for what we want but that “s” word, that is a concept foreign to us. So by the time you are introducing me to the family, I can imagine the glances of disapproval coming from every one. They’ve heard about these dangerous Nairobi girls. They sent you to get an education. You did come back with a degree. And a girl who can barely speak her mother-tongue let alone cook a nice hot plate of Ugali for a large crowd of potential in-laws. <br>
They will probably wonder why out of every single possible female, you landed on me. I don’t have super model looks although I am tall.  I don’t have one of those classy jobs. I spent 4 years pursuing a degree in Commerce only to end up with the job title blogger. Of all the things I could be I chose to be that one that sits at that one corner in Java and bangs the keys on her laptop for a living. I know you have no problem with this. You support me and even help me because in this field at times I find it hard to pay my bills but I can already hear your family asking when I will get a real job.  They will see me in all my black lipstick and nappy 4C hair glory and judge me so badly.<br>
But that’s not the only problem we shall encounter.<br>
My family will think I have lost my mind. It wasn’t enough I decided to cut my hair and say I will not be pursuing that MBA after graduation, I decided to be the one that brought a Ugandan home. <br>
They had plans. My father was a well-connected man. I’m sure they had envisioned a grand wedding to some politician or businessman’s doctor/lawyer/architect son who at the very least was from the same tribe. So when I tell them I decided to cross the border and choose one from your side of Lake Victoria, they will be mad. Scratch that. They will literally burn with anger. And you will probably know why my people are known for their hot tempers. <br>
What you will see are the disapproving looks. What you will not hear are the constant talks and phone calls from my aunties and uncles telling me how these inter-tribal/inter-nationality marriages never work. Another new day will bring another new list of excuses why I will suffer at the hands of my foreign in laws and they will never stop. Because in their world, love doesn’t conquer everything.<br>
But in mine it does.<br>
It’s the reason we already got through all the bullshit we have already dealt with right from those days when my biggest fear was you finding out what I did or did not do that time I went partying with that one crew you cannot stand to up to now when our worries are so much bigger. <br>
Like how they could sabotage this by making me believe we are totally incompatible.<br>
Our personalities are too strong. And that is an issue. Or it might be. <br>
You are a leader, the ever in control Scorpio and I am the classic Leo that does not known how to share the spotlight. I am anti-social, insanely introverted and basically I just do not like talking to people unless they belong to the exclusive circle that is my pride. You on the other hand, know how to make friends with everyone everywhere you meet. The idea of socializing and small talk makes sense in your world but never has in mine.<br>
Until I met you.<br>
And I guess if I was ever to pick somebody to forever bitch to about who will be implicated next in the controversial NYS saga I’d still pick you. Because with you, those conversations always had me yearning for more.  Remember how these meaningless chats with you became my favorite thing to do when it turned into you becoming one of the few and avid readers of my blog?<br>
I am insecure. That isn’t anything new.  I have never wanted anyone close to me to read my work but even now you are the only one I trust enough to email my pieces even before I deem them fit for anyone else to read.<br>
You are still also the only person in my immediate circles whose opinion can make me publish or trash a post so my dear I cannot let them take you out of the equation that is my life.<br>
Without you I don’t have an editor. And reader. And life partner. <br>
Besides, I am a very needy individual and I shamelessly admit that I need you around to remind me I am kind and smart and important. To laugh at those memes based on this because where else will I find a guy who reads everything so he’d get the reference I just made?<br>
But more importantly I need you because you do not expect me to go back to a life without you. You know way too much. I can’t have you loitering around with that kind of ammo. It’s either you are living with me or you are not living at all. This isn’t a threat, my dearest. Well it is. A serious one actually. I know you share the same sentiments. Even your best friends do not know some of the information I have about you so we could say our secrets bond us either way.<br>
So why don’t we do this and just piss off a lot of people?<br>
Kabiite wange, I know the first time you asked all I did was cry but I love you. <br>
My answer is yes.</p>
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To a beautiful girl born on the second day of February- </div>
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Good evening beautiful,
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I am still feeling like the 22 successful trips I have made around the sun are way too many but then here you are and you have barely even finished your first. My dear you have such a long way to go. Barely a full day old and yet you are already making headlines. A couple of Instagram collages have been made in your honor. People oceans away from us already knew about your arrival even before you opened your tiny little eyes. You are new. So new. But that certainly does not stop the world from treating you like the being made of flesh and blood you are. Already filling you with expectations and you barely even know what you expect from this life. But child, don’t worry. That is just how we survive here. We work. You are already working. In order to be fed, they expect you to cry. And crying, loud enough so that they reward you with what you want is effort in itself. But my darling that is just the beginning. And the thing is it never stops. Until the day you just as dramatically as you entered this place you leave, you will have to work. It’s the only way to get what you want. And you will want so many things. But the good thing is you will get them. If you work. So be ready to do it. Do it hard. It will pay off. Just like it is already starting to every time you cry and someone is by your side ready to nurse you or change you or just make you comfortable. Because comfort is sacrifice.
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But I’d be lying if I told you when you work you will always get what you want. In these streets, some people get what they want by sabotage. They will sabotage your dreams by telling you they are not worth the effort. They will sabotage the steps you make. Sometimes you will not even know it but somewhere out there is somebody praying for your downfall thinking it will make them rise higher. You have got to learn not to give those people your energy. Because even before you complete your first revolution around the sun, they will be waiting praying you will not hit your development milestones in time. Or praying your parents aren’t able to give you the best they can. But my darling, they will only ruin you if you let them. You have got to learn to say no to the nonsense. You have got to learn how to focus on your life and what you are doing. But most importantly baby you have to learn to not add to that noise. Being negative won’t take you further but it will hold you back. Saying a word of encouragement to your fellow humans won’t make you attain your goals any faster but it will certainly move a person in that right direction. And there is no greater joy than seeing someone who deserved it excel and knowing you were a part of that. And when you find a bunch of humans whose success and happiness matters to you more than your own, don’t let them go. Be there for them. Be there with them. Such humans with souls as kind as I hope yours will be are rare gems. Don’t ever let them go. Don’t ever let them go without them knowing how beautiful they have been in your life. </div>
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You are a woman. In training. One day you will be a woman. And this my love will be your greatest gift but your biggest undoing. You will feel things. You will feel things about people. Your emotions will control you so much you will find yourself catching feelings when you had no intentions to. You will feel these things countless times and find yourself going back to the same emotions time and time again. You will hurt. You will hurt badly. You will hurt badly many times. The males you will encounter have this uncanny ability to make your heart bleed a little too often. The pain they will cause will not make sense. You will hate yourself for going back to the very same situations that cause your world to end time and time again. But baby don’t let them steal your shine. Your love is a gift. Don’t let anyone make you feel stupid for the decision you made to bless them with it. And when you do find a human whose heart marches to the same beat as yours, whose mind speaks the same language yours does, make sure you enjoy that conversation. Let your hearts and minds play, freely. That smile he gives you, do not dare hide it. Do dream about that fairy-tale wedding and perfect children. Dance to that beautiful song that is his love. And if in the end, all he said to you were lies. If it was only an illusion and he simply was not meant to stay, it’s okay to cry. Mourn, because a love that beautiful needs to be recognized as it is leaving. But never for a second regret honoring someone else with that diamond that is your love. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to shine for him, but the one who truly deserves it, will come, don’t you worry. </div>
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But while you wait, learn to forgive. Not for the sake of those who caused you pain. Not only just so you may heal but because mistakes are the inevitable consequence of our inherent imperfection. Forgive others. Even when they hurt you yet they knew better. Even if they keep taking you round the same circles. Forgive yourself. Because my dear one you will mess up. You will mess up badly. You will mess up often. You will literally fuck up so many times and so badly, you will even wonder if you are the same person. Love, there is nothing worse than living in conflict with yourself. Accept your mistakes. Accept your humanness. You are literally all that you have left. Love yourself. Fiercely. No one can give you the world if you do not start giving it to yourself. Learn to look in the mirror and be utterly amazed and in love with that beautiful person looking back at you. You are beautiful but only you can tell yourself this. Your imperfection is the most perfect thing in the universe. </div>
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I don’t know how long you will live but I pray you live long enough to be that alibi my babies use when they just cannot miss that plan in Westie. I pray you live longer. I want you to be there when I tell your babies and grandbabies about how on the day you first debuted in these streets the traffic in this city was so shitty, it made me late to class but your in-law didn’t need to save me a seat next to him because everybody just knew. Most importantly, I pray you live each of these days like you will never see them again. I pray that you will give each and every day the best you possibly can even when you literally have nothing left to offer. I pray that on those days you are defeated, you will still fight even harder to make those moments memorable. </div>
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<br />I hope you do learn that the only way to enjoy these limited number of breaths we have is by smiling on your worst days and allowing yourself to laugh so loud you forget how to breathe. I hope you have so many of these moments. But when life makes you shed a tear, I hope that the kind of living you do will have you crying so heavily the tears run dry and you fall to your knees but only so that you get the strength to pick your pretty self up and carry on and go even further. I hope you find God and hold on to him fiercely because only his hand can safely sail you through the storms you are yet to see.</div>
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<br />Nothing lasts forever beautiful. Not happiness. Not pain. Not even life. Even though I know you will not grace us with your presence in this world forever, I pray that you leave an unforgettable mark in the hearts of those you mean the world to.
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Welcome to the planet baby,
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Love always,
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Megan.
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Or as you will come to learn, that tall cousin who is eons away from figuring out this whole life thing.
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-50844297676581951852016-02-01T19:26:00.001+03:002016-02-01T20:13:50.805+03:00Taking Stock: February 2016<p dir="ltr">Hey beautiful...</p>
<p dir="ltr">How are you?<br>
Really. <br>
How are you doing?<br>
Are you happy?<br>
How are your relationships?<br>
How is your school/career progressing?<br>
Are you anywhere near where you want to be?</p>
<p dir="ltr">A person of mine asked me this and it definitely did bring me back to a point of self reflection.<br>
Sometimes we get so caught up in living we forget to actually consider how we are truly doing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">As we start this month number 2 of 2016, take time to check on yourself. Life is too short. If anything needs fixing, baby the time to fix it is now.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So anyway here is what I've been up to.<br>
Enjoy :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Making: Mental plans <u>to</u> come up with ideas for a blog for a school project. Why is writing so hard to do when you are under pressure????</p>
<p dir="ltr">Also I started keeping a journal again. Been doing it for a week but I feel this is one habit I will be glad I picked up. I can feel that healing coming to me already.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Cooking: A fried egg for dinner in the next few minutes.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Drinking: Lots and lots of herbal teas. I'm all about healing and I think relaxing teas at the end of a long day is totally a part of this process. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Reading:  Words from a Wanderer by Alexandra Elle. As mentioned earlier I'm at this point where I am focusing a lot of my energy into positive self healing and this anthology is full of positive affirmations about self that are truly uplifting.<br>
Also just finished Toni Morrison's The Bluest Eye. This one is sad. Like honestly is it even normal to imagine a life this miserable????</p>
<p dir="ltr">Playing: Color Switch. This one is cool. Hard and frustrating as fuck but fun. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Wishing: For a tablet. Like somebody hear my prayers and just gift me a nice little Samsung Tablet. I will be eternally grateful. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Enjoying: Something very brand new. And I am so happy.<br>
*insert shy giggles here* </p>
<p dir="ltr">Waiting: To stun in some new skirts from Toi that are just the ones!!!!<br>
Thrift shopping never disappoints.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Loving: February and the bright sunny summery days. The heat is annoying but the sun makes me so happy. Time to make memories :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Watching:War room..or rather wanting to watch it. I hear it's a good one.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Hoping: That this little brand new thing I am loving lasts. Like never in my life have I wanted something to work out as much as I want this one to.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Marvelling: At my little adorable kittens. I am in love with those little creatures. So so in love.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Wearing: This black skirt that is giving me curves I wish I had. If anyone is asking why I was feeling all super fly today its because I was feeling like a had a Kim K booty. Lol. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Following: <a href="http://lilmissbelle.com">This blog</a> which makes my ovaries do ten back flips everytime I open it.<br>
Like is it even normal to have a family this cute. Is it?????</p>
<p dir="ltr">Feeling: PMS. And happy. But peaceful because I am all about those kind of vibes.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Bookmarking: <a href="http://theveon.com">Veon's blog.</a> Because her taking stock posts make me happy. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Have a beautiful month lovelies. <br>
Love and Sunshine.<br>
Megan.❤</p>
<p dir="ltr">Also feel free to drop a comment if you did a Taking stock post too. Would love to read it :))</p>
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Hello?<br />
It's Me....<br />
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But this isn't Adele speaking lol.<br />
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So I promised to make this a new series for 2016 and this post was actually meant to go live last week but you know, life and PMS, mostly PMS happened. I am really sorry.<br />
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For today's post I thought I'd talk about fiction because I love fiction. I cannot read a non-fiction book to save my life but give me a piece of that fiction and my mind shuts down until that story is properly devoured.<br />
Add young adult fiction to the mix and I become a total zombie.<br />
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Yes, feel free, judge all you want but I am that 22 year old who reads books decades below her. Well, one decade to be precise, but still. I really shouldn't be reading this shit. I should be reading the Sydney Sheldon's and Dan Brown's and Sophie Kinsella. John Green should not be one of my favourite authors. I am an adult. I should love being an adult and do adult things. NOT!!<br />
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Anyway, here is a list of my ultimate top 5 Young Adult fiction books plus my favourite uber mushy and deep quotes from them :))<br />
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1. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.<br />
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This book! Dear Lord this book!! I can't even! Like honestly, every time I think about it I start to get emotional. Perhaps because the author did a fantastic job of painting the picture of a little youngin who is just learning how to deal with emotions and being human and basically just life.<br />
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This one had me all up in my feelings I even blogged about it <a href="http://meganomare.blogspot.co.ke/2015/06/charlie-made-me-cry.html" target="_blank">here</a>. And it is a masterpiece. A stunning work of art. We've all been that kind of broken and Chbosky reminds us that this situation is never permanent.<br />
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2. Looking for Alaska by John Green<br />
This book is just the SI Unit for BFF goals. I fell in love with this book because Alaska is that beautiful, unpredictable ball of energy we all wish we had as a best friend growing up. And in a way we all have that one Alaska kind of person in our lives, the one who comes in shakes our world and then leaves and we are left wondering what to do next, Plus the way the author tells the story is a slight twist from the normal first person narration and I think that is really cool.<br />
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3. Paper Towns by John Green<br />
John Green is on this list. Again. Because I wish John Green was around when I was thirteen, oh how I wish. So this one for me is a win just because I fell in love with the journey Quentin was on. Like every other book in this genre there are a lot of self discovery moments and the way he uses his words, laaawwd!! This book is about a friendship and an adventure in pursuit of that friendship.<br />
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4. Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell<br />
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This has to be the ultimate teenage love story, well besides the one between one Hazel Grace Lancaster and Augustus Waters of course, Also I think it is the one book which provides encouragement to that awkward girl who has a lot of problems back home that indeed stuff gets better, It actually does. And it did. Spoiler alert... the author failed to give us a happy ending in this one. Which sucks but this one is totally worth the disappointment.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete and completely alive and he'd expected her to feel like heaven plus Nirvana plus that scene in Willy Wonka where Charlie starts to fly."</i></span></div>
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5. The Hunger Games Trilogy by Suzanne Collins<br />
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Between watching the movie I'd recommend the books because the books help you understand more about the situation in the wondrous land of Panem that prompted Katniss to step out as tribute setting off the whirlwind of events that followed. I am not big on fantasy fiction but I fell for this one because there is something really captivating in the story. Also Liam Hemsworth. Liam freaking Hemsworth.<br />
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But to enjoy his yumminess you need to watch the movie, Which isn't the worst idea but please read the books first. They will not disappoint.<br />
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Love and sunshine,</div>
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Where finally, you peacefully<o:p></o:p></div>
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-89901184985352011032016-01-13T14:03:00.003+03:002016-01-13T19:19:55.174+03:00Meg's favourite: Poets on InstagramThis year I have resolved to celebrate my narcissism because let's face it I am awesome. Everything about me is phenomenal from my teeth in need of braces, again, to my size 45 feet to pretty much everything in between. I drip awesomeness. Really I do. And my taste is pretty awesome too. It has to be considering how awesome my mind is.<br>
Well not really. I have lied. I will stop lying. And pardon my sarcastic narcissistic rant earlier, I was having a moment.<br>
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Anyway, I am certainly not a connoisseur of fine food and I rarely let friends go through my music because I have one of those 'don't judge me' type of playlists.<br>
And yeah I basically have very few interests besides poetry, books and chilling with my Cat.<br>
But I like some things which are pretty awesome and I thought I'd add a new section to this blog so every Wednesday expect a 'Meg's favourite' post. Perhaps that may encourage me to try new hobbies so expect to see items such as Meg's favourite: Places in Nairobi to go knitting or Meg's favourite: Shops to get unique jigsaw puzzles from. :) Again just kidding, I will not allow this blog to bore you that much. Although if you are in search of new things to try visit <a href="http://freeintenyears.com/frugal-tips/100-cheap-hobbies/" target="_blank">this page</a> for a list of 100 totally cheap hobbies you can start. <br>
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Now we all know I love poetry, after all I am THE AMATEUR POET. And of course I love Instagram. I mean what else are we meant to do when we are "catching up" with friends besides sit across the table from them and stare at our gigantic smart phones right? LOL.<br>
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So sometime last year I discovered how to make my Instagram Home Page more colourful thanks to amazing poets and writers who grace the internet with snippets of their amazing artistry. Therefore below is a list of some of my favorite accounts which I also think you should follow if you want to be blown away when idly scrolling through your page. Enjoy.<br>
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Now I first heard of her sometime last year when she did <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CyAxn1gA6Kw" target="_blank">this interview</a> to promote her anthology Akello. She is a poet, writer and lifestyle blogger and the best part she is KENYAN, just like me. So back to the issue of why I like her page, besides the pictures of cocktails she posts which will have you feeling all thirsty on a Thursday, are the amazing little pieces she posts. Plus she is so cool she also posts her work on her blog (check it out <a href="http://www.akello.co.ke/" target="_blank">here</a>) And she posts regularly!!<br>
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<a href="https://www.instagram.com/tapiwamugabe/" target="_blank">Tapiwa Mugabe.</a><br>
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Tapiwa's poetry is just life!! Well most African Poets are just life, but there is something so magical about the way he weaves his words so of course he had to be on this list. Why should you follow his page?Well I think the power in the screenshot below says a hell of a lot more. Although I certainly wish he would post more often.<br>
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<a href="https://www.instagram.com/rupikaur_/" target="_blank">Rupi Kaur.</a><br>
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Who is she? She did a whole exhibition based on Menstruation. And caused major headlines when Instagram took down one of her pictures yet they constantly allow people to post twerk videos and nudes. But most importantly she talked about the taboo M word. And she showed us what exactly the M word is all about, see <a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/art/menstruation-themed-photo-series-artist-censored-by-instagram-says-images-are-to-demystify-taboos-10144331.html" target="_blank">here</a>. But I came across her poetry much later and I love it. However, she is also another Instagrammer who takes a while before she posts. But I certainly believe with her, it is so worth the wait.<br>
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She is Nigerian. And she is really cool. Her Instagram page is not always just about her poetry, she uses it to post about everything else which is cool in her world. And this includes anything from harsh tweets about her home country, Nigeria to screenshots of what is she is currently listening to.<br>
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<a href="https://www.instagram.com/yrsadaleyward/" target="_blank">Yrsa Daley Ward.</a><br>
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Well, ever since around August last year, she is and always will be Bae. I mean look at her she is beautiful like <i>eehmagaaawd</i>, she wears her melanin so nicely. And those cheek bones!!! *white girl voice* Like I just.can't. even!!!<br>
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Aaanyway, her writing is so awesome. I think at every single point there is a line from her anthology- Bone- running through my mind, perfectly describing how I feel. And another reason her page is awesome? She posts regularly. And she can even ambush your time-line with like 5 excerpts from her work at once. And she is also kind enough to even use this platform to tell us of any really cool offers Amazon has on her book making it easier for you to download her book. Yaay :)<br>
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<a href="https://www.instagram.com/nayyirah.waheed/" target="_blank">Nayyirah Waheed.</a><br>
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Her poetic style is unique, she keeps her poems short but her choice of words is very thought-provoking. Like Yrsa, her Instagram page is very active and a lot of what she posts appears in her anthologies too.<br>
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<a href="https://www.instagram.com/the.poetry.bandit/" target="_blank">The Poetry Bandit.</a><br>
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What I love about the Poetry Bandit's style is how his posts use this uber cool type-writer template. He gets deep. Very deep. Sometimes taking you to some very dark places with his writing. And I love that. I particularly encourage you to go through his page when love has you feeling all fucked up. I guarrantee you will feel so much better when you are done. :)<br>
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Thank you for reading.meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-76262659274146530412015-12-29T21:21:00.001+03:002015-12-29T22:48:16.040+03:00The Reflection Edition: 4/4<p dir="ltr">So for the final post in the series I was a bit unsure what to write about. In her blog, Tabitha only gave 3 sets of questions so I'm not sure where to take this. But it would be wrong to reflect without giving thanks.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Gratitude is important, everything that happens, happens because it was meant to. I believe in timing and sometimes life has this way of making sure her timing is always right. So give thanks: for the happy times, for the bad times, for everything in between. <br>
Do you pray? Thank God for letting you see this year. If you count your blessings you will realise that life is where it all starts.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So here is my list of 22 things I am thankful for, randomly listed because choosing a number one would be way too hard: </p>
<p dir="ltr">1. My mother. <br>
Because she is the only one I got. My cheerleader, provider, confidant and basically everything.<br>
2. My brother.<br>
We may have two very conflicting personalities. I probably will never fully get him and him me, but he is blood. And I am glad he is around.<br>
3. My special friend (whose name I shall change to Mufasa lol).<br>
He is pretty much one of the very few people whose opinion on my writing MATTERS heavily. I value the input he has added to my work and lately his friendship. I am also thankful for the random times I'd be having a bad day and a text from him, who was initially an acquantaince, would come through telling me how he thinks my work is pretty amaze-balls. People like him keep my flame burning because my desire in life is to be able to touch someone with my words. So thank you for being a pretty amazing human Mufasa :-D:-D<br>
4. All the people who read my work.<br>
I am thankful for everyone who dropped by my posts both here, on my other home Messed Up Too and even on the Story Moja Festival blog. I value feedback. And nothing put a smile on my face more than an email showing a new like or comment. Thank you for reading.<br>
5. Friends, old and new.<br>
I made some pretty awesome girlfriends this year. And I am thankful for lunch dates and conversations and basically having people willing to share a little bit of them with me. <br>
6. The Story Moja Festival 2015.<br>
When I applied to be a blogger for the festival I did not know what I was getting into. I just knew I wanted to write and to meet people as equally in love with writing as I am. It proved to be that and so much more, for the first time I found my people and I learnt so much and had such a phenomenal time being a part of that team. <br>7. My internship. <br>
I talked about it before and even now I still cant believe how blessed I was to work in that company. I gained a new kind confidence as well as valuable career experience and basically it was a great time. <br>8.The places I have been to.<br>
I haven't travelled that much this year. In fact the only major out of town place I went to was Amboseli. But I am still grateful for all the new places within the city that I dicscovered because they were all really beautiful. I'm a lover of nature, and even things as simple as going to the outskirts of Nairobi made all the difference in terms of helping me clear my head.<br>9. School.<br>
I know it is easy to take the ability to learn for granted but I am glad that this year I never had to miss a class because of lack of fees. Education is power and I believe no knowledge ever goes to waste so for finishing yet another academic year peacefully, I am super thankful.<br>10. My blogs.<br>
I started blogging to keep my writing talent alive. But as I kept at it, it became my platform to vent and to just let my mind race freely. What I love are the opportunities it creates: being able to confidently say that 'yes I am a writer', to the conversations it sparks. Blogging is definitely one of my highlights of this year. I am also thankful for my writing-the one thing I was always sure I could do, the one thing that makes me awesome :-)<br>
11. Clothes.<br>
I am not a fashionista but there is something about dressing up that always has a way of instantly uplifting my moods. So I think fashion is something to celebrate because at the end of the day once you look good, you gain a confidence that can help you conquer anything. <br>12. Protection.<br>
This is something I do not take for granted. There has been so much insecurity lately, in Kenya and around the world so I am thankful that through it all, me and mine were kept safe and I haven't lost anyone this year.<br>
13. Books that changed my life. <br>
Pen will always be mightier than sword. In my world at least. This year I read so many books and blogs that touched my heart. The biggest winner of course is Steve Chbosky's The Perks of Being a Wallflower. I also read the Hunger Games trilogy and the 7 People You Meet in Heaven which I think were some pretty amazing pieces of work.<br>
This is the year I also discovered my favorite mordern age poets-Nayyirah Waheed, Rupi Kaur, Warsan Shire, Tapiwa Mugabe and Yrsa Daley Ward. Their words go straight to my soul and I was blessed to discover that kind of beauty.</p>
<p dir="ltr">14. Great restaurants.<br>
I don't have a particular favourite place but I do have a favourite food so as far as food is concerned this year I'm thankful for FRENCH FRIES because fries=happiness :))</p>
<p dir="ltr">15. Jack my hairdresser and the ladies that do my braids.<br>
As a lady I think it is key to have someone who helps keep your mane tamed. That for me is Jack who is an expert at processing hair and keeping these roots straightened. Also the ladies who have been braiding my hair since I was 7, mad love for them because they are awesome people.❤</p>
<p dir="ltr">16. My extended family.<br>
We may not always see eye to eye but I am glad I have them. Family is everything</p>
<p dir="ltr">17. Home.<br>
Nothing beats coming to your little place at the end of a long day and I do not take that for granted. <br>
I am thankful that I have a place I can call my shelter.</p>
<p dir="ltr">18. Good health.<br>
Surprisingly I haven't been that sick this year, except for a little cough I caught sometime earlier this year. <br>
I certainly do not deserve it but the fact that I have barely seen the corridors of a hospital this year is something amazing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">19. All the lessons I have learnt this year.<br>
I've grown. I can say that for sure. I am a little wiser even in the least of ways. I understand that letting go is a process and that it will hurt. I have learnt that fear is a bad thing and I am learning to stand my ground. <br>
I am not the same person I was when I started this year. And the fact that I have grown is something I can celebrate.</p>
<p dir="ltr">20. Answered prayers.<br>
I guess when time passes it is easy to forget those things that had our hearts in a storm but which somehow got fixed. I believe in praying over every little thing and for every little thing that was fixed because I prayed, well I thank God.</p>
<p dir="ltr">21.The internet.<br>
There is a world of possibility out there. I know it sounds cliche but there is and this wonderful creation called the internet has helped link me to everything. And well that is amazing. From Cat videos, to phenomenal blogs to great music and even outfit inspiration, the internet is definitely one of the reasons I am happy to be alive in this era.</p>
<p dir="ltr">22. Turning 22.<br>
It has been so much. I don't think I could write it all. I am glad I got to live to see my 22nd year. Not everyone made it this far and every day I am learning not to take that for granted.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Well I guess that's it. Possibly my last post of the year. <br>
I thank God for everything. <br>
And I thank Him for 2016, whatever it holds.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Have a blessed 2016 and thank you for dropping by. I would also love to know what you are thankful for :)</p>
<p dir="ltr">Love and light, <br>
Me ❤</p>
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Hope yours was beautiful too btw.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But I am back again to finish off what I started...</p>
<p dir="ltr">So</p>
<p dir="ltr"><u>1</u>. Do you have a female icon that you look upto? If so, who would that be and why? <br>
For this particular year I'll pick Tabitha from of course Craving Yellow. An African Woman living in the diaspora, I feel she embodies what the mordern African Woman is all about: educated, stylish, bold and confident in her own skin. Her natural hair is errthaaang!!!! Lord knows the number of times I scroll through her Instagram and want to just go have the Big Chop and start all over again. In the past few months I have also found a lot of light in her self portraiture series posts, particularly this <a href="http:// http://www.cravingyellow.com/home/2015/8/31">one.</a> Her words are uplifting and I think that's why I'd pick her as my icon this year.</p>
<p dir="ltr">2. What do you do to chill out, say over the weekend or after work/school? <br>
I nap. In fact, I take very long naps. I'm that good in bed.. I can sleep for hours!! </p>
<p dir="ltr">3. What's your greatest value in life? (Patience, Selflessness etc) <br>
Kindness. It's something I respect. It is a virtue I want to build. In a world where it's all about chasing your individual happiness, the ability to give your love, time, self and resources is something I truly value and I hope to cultivate this more as I get older.</p>
<p dir="ltr">4. If you could improve one area of your life, what would it be and why?<br>
I'd improve who I am socially.<br>
I guess I still haven't changed much from the socially awkward teen I was. Which sucks. I feel I could do better at opening up to people and building solid meaningful friendships. And next year I want to work on not being so scared around new people and strengthening the few ties I have.</p>
<p dir="ltr">5. What's your favourite online shop?<br>
The online shopping bug is still yet to hit me. But I would sincerely like to thank my local thrift market, TOI, for keeping me fly on a serious budget this year. Mad love to it❤<br><br></p>
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<p dir="ltr"><u>1</u>. Name one person in your life that has made all the difference this year. <br>
Mum. Just because she is every super hero ever invented and soo so much more. My woman. My super woman.</p>
<p dir="ltr">2. What aspect about yourself have you grown to love this year? <br>
My booody. I am perfect. Even with my size 10 feet and barely A cup and tiger stripes on my behind. I love me. Soo so much. </p>
<p dir="ltr">3. What is your absolute favourite movie or series of the year? <br>
Power. Because Omari Hardwick. Enough said.</p>
<p dir="ltr">4. What's been difficult this year? What/Whom have you lost? <br>
Letting go of some pretty strong bonds. It took a lot. Soo many tears and wondering if I did the right thing letting these <u>people</u> go. But sometimes we let go so we move on. And I know that they had to leave for a reason. </p>
<p dir="ltr">5. What are your holy grail beauty products of the year?<br>
Arimis Jelly. Do not judge! But honestly it is the best 85 shs I ever spent. Super mild and super moisturing. I recommend it for smooth hands and feet though some people swear by its Acne healing ability.<br>
Also Matte  Red Lipstick. The bolder the better. I mean you just cannot not have a nice liquid matte lippie to brighten even the dullest of days.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Love,<br>
Me. ❤<br>
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<p dir="ltr">It's been a good year. Scratch that. It has been a very good year. And I am thankful for all the epic shit I did, beautiful people I met and unforgettable memories I made. Even for the lows that colored some days dark, I am still thankful for those too.<br>
So to celebrate another year chasing dreams I thought to follow the prompts that Craving Yellow is using in her <a href="http://cravingyellow.com">blog</a> here to talk about everything that this year was and wasn't as I look forward to 2016. <br>
So here goes...<br>
PART 1 OF 4</p>
<p dir="ltr">1. What was your happiest moment this year? <br>
Sooo many. I travelled, made new friends, worked hard, drank (clear liquids lol) and enjoyed every minute. <br>
I discovered my comfort zone and then the place right outside and the experiences that came with saying 'why not' instead of 'why' filled me with so much life. <br>
Basically this year, those were the moments I enjoyed, those moments I made a concious decision to LIVE.</p>
<p dir="ltr">2. What significant transition have you made this year? <br>
Moving into that unknown zone outside my place of comfort. That statement captures so much because it doesn't just mean doing daring things. It meant walking away from relationships that were more exhausting than uplifting despite that lonely feeling that follows. It meant something as simple as saying hello to strangers because ignoring them was way too easy. It meant taking risks. That wasnt easy but making those changes were some of the best decisions I have made this year. </p>
<p dir="ltr">3. What new food did you discover this year? <br>
Steers Fries. Because they are life. And I frankly dont know what else. I am still yet to perfect some recipes so I cant post about that. But yeah. Fries. Not because they are anything new. But because fries=life :-D</p>
<p dir="ltr">4. What book/author/blogger did you find super informative this year, and why? <br>
This one I'd say my Nayyirah, Warsan and Yrsa. Because their various anthologies: Salt and Nejma, Teaching my Mother to Give Birth and Bone speak to my soul. And they made me fall in love with words again.<br>
And of course Tabitha of<a href="http://cravingyellow.com"> Craving Yellow.</a> I am not a Naturalista, still thinking about going that way though but her blog is just amazing and filled with so much love and light it is amazing. ❤❤</p>
<p dir="ltr">5. What new spaces/places did you discover this year? <br>
Amboseli was EPIC. I'd write about it but you know what happens in Vega.. I mean Amboseli stays in Amboseli lol. :D</p>
<p dir="ltr">6. What fear did you overcome this year?<br>
Definitely the fear of trying. I wonder what would have happened if I hadn't tried applying to be a Story Moja Fest blogger. Or if I hadn't tried to go above and beyond to make my internship as fulfilling as it was. I wonder how I would be ending if I hadn't tried hanging out with strangers.<br>
So many beautiful things happened because I said no to that fear.<br>
And that's why I can say this year maybe I did actually do some dream chasing. And I got a little bit closer </p>
<p dir="ltr">So how has 2015 been for you? <br>
Comment, email or even blog about it and tag me or drop a link.<br>
You can use the questions above or add your own.<br>
I just hope as you reflect you may find beauty worth celebrating and more reasons to be thankful for this year.<br>
Love and light,<br>
Me ❤</p>
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The same zebras wearing their black and white body suits<br>
The same buffalos giving you bitch stares<br>
The same ostriches flaunting their legs for days<br>
The same hyenas lurking around<br>
The same elephants getting their daily mudbaths<br>
The same lions lying lazily like the bosses they are<br>
The same cheetahs that remain ever so hard to spot<br>
The same birds not getting as much attention as the carnivores<br>
The same snake slithering suspiciously into a bush <br>
The same white tourists wearing their binoculars and safari hats<br>
The same bumpy roads winding infinitely in between grass that is fifty shades of green across plains that ceaselessly stretch into hazy hills<br>
The same tour guide telling you when that when you get to that other side you will see more animals<br>
The same burning heat in the same semi-stuffy semi-airconditioned tour van</p>
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So here is the thing. I am weird. In fact I am very weird.</div>
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I cry at weddings even when I do not know who was getting married. I cry when babies do cute things. That is a recent thing though, I have no idea where that one came from. I cry when I am angry. I cry when something makes me laugh especially when it has been a minute since I actually felt that joy so good you can feel it in all your nerves. I cry when I am stressed. I cry when I am overwhelmed- for this I reference my final year Undergraduate Research Project. Enough said. Also I cry on my period. Now that is the crazy one because at that point anything can have me on full out torrent of tears mode- even chocolate. Chocolate, certain times a month can send me into a full out storm. Can you imagine that?</div>
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And well I used to feel that this was something to be ashamed of. Pre-puberty I thought my sadness was something to be ashamed so I’d cry and feel bad about it and then cry some more because I feel bad. But then puberty happened and the fear about feeling things got worse so I learnt not to cry in public which made me sort of hide it by this glass wall of nothingness. Which isn’t exactly a good thing because that made me very snappy. You can only hide behind glass walls for so long after all.</div>
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But then the beauty about growing up is the knowledge of self I have gained over the years.</div>
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Post puberty I have become aware of the things that make me cry. And as the days pass I am starting bit by bit not to be ashamed of them. See, I feel things way too much.That is just how I was wired. Also I am a leo. We are the kings of feelings. Literally. I am affected by negative things. I feel the sadness and have this tendency to smell it and live it from miles away even before it lands. I feel anger. I feel envy sometimes and I also feel insecurity a lot of the times. And these make me cry because they are bad energy and the thing about bad energy is that it needs to be let out.</div>
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But then I also feel happiness. I get excited about things way before they happen and I am over the moon. And then when happiness finally comes, MY GAAD it is unbelievable. Sometimes I even lack sleep because I am just up basking in the beauty of that joy. And most times I smile. I smile a lot and I get jumpy- some one told me I am like a bunny on steroids because of how I jump all over the place. And I love that feeling when I I get to let the sunshine out. Because positivity is good energy and good energy is uncontainable.</div>
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I am at this point where I am aware that being an adult sucks. I hate the responsibilities and having to act some way just because it’s the right thing to do. I honestly miss that ability to do whatever the fuck I want just because I am child and whatever! But my favorite part about being an adult is this knowledge of self I keep gaining. As I get older I am aware of how I feel. I may not fully understand why I feel it but I know. And now that I know I am not scared of feeling the way I do. In fact I am learning to be proud of this ability to feel things a little more than everyone else. Lately I have been rocking it. I am a writer and I have realized that part of the reason why this writing thing works for me is that I get to express these very intense feelings. And after taking my writing a bit more seriously this year, I now know that some of my best work comes from that very intense place of writing. So watch this uber-emotional space. That Caine Prize story is just hidden there waiting to be uncovered and I cannot wait to find it.</div>
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I am also learning to protect my energy and the people I let near it. Not everyone will understand it or embrace it. Some people are in your life for a season and others for a reason and there is nothing wrong with letting go of those whose energy seems to conflict with yours. It is not because they are bad people, it’s just because at that time their energy just wasn’t working with yours. I believe time works everything out and if they are truly meant to be in your life then maybe just maybe their energy in its right form will find its way back to yours.</div>
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Finally I understand a little more about why I cry. And I understand why for there to be happiness, sadness must prevail. I still do not understand why babies doing cute shit makes me cry. Or why a Hershey’s Cookie and Cream Bar makes me cry on my period. But well each day is a learning experience. We will figure it out one sweet day. Most importantly I am learning that at the end of it all, I will be okay.</div>
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<i>I shouldn't be writing this. I have an exam in a few hours. I should read. But look where my very low attention span has me ending up? I apologize for my silence. With the past few weeks trying to keep up with my blogging for the Story Moja Festival and posting content on my new <a href="http://messeduptoo.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">baby</a> I just haven't had time for this site. Also school. School is the reason. For me neglecting this blog. For my stress. For headaches. For global warming. For everything negative including bad WiFi lol :D.</i></div>
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<i>But I hope you, my dear readers are well. I miss you guys. And the occasional sweet comments you tend to leave. I promise a post on how the Story Moja Fest went once I can clear up my schedule a bit. Believe me it was everything and a bag of Awesome Ugandans lol. In the meantime here is a little Taking Post because let's face it you have nothing better to read or why else are you here? </i></div>
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Reading:Salt by Nayirrah Waheed. Best anthology I have come across, except that one she also wrote called Nejma. And of course Bone by this steaming cup of melanin called Yrsa Daley-Ward which is equally awesome. Poetry is where I find the unspoken words of my soul and those poets are just life!!<br />
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Wishing:That 18th could get here already. I have a trip I am craazy excited about and I wish we could fast-forward to that time and then let that weekend last forever. Also to blog about it or not? Hmmm.<br />
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Loving: Some sweetheart people I have been hanging with lately. They may be strangers but they are such sweethearts(although they may be too G to admit it). Love you guys :**<br />
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Watching: Nothing. But tomorrow the Love and Hiphop addiction continues after my paper. Also I realized I have a thing for trash TV. Like my new program of interest is E!'s WAGS.<br />
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Hoping: That my grades this semester will be decent. Because hoping for perfection is a bit of a stretch. Degrees are hard. Think twice before doing them. Seriously.<br />
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Listening: To Miguel's album Wildheart. It is everythaaang! Some of the lyrics are kinda twisted, but you can always skip those tracks right? But his is what I like to think of as whiskey music. The kind of music to get you all zoned out while you sip a little something something on the rocks. And his voice is just soo yummy. I am in love. So so much love.<br />
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-55930847773278145452015-08-13T08:02:00.000+03:002015-08-13T08:02:28.519+03:00The one about my birthday.You missed some things.<br />
You may have missed a few school plays when you had to travel out of the country.<br />
You might have missed my first period, but then again that one wasn't your business.<br />
You even missed out on my first time at Whitesands because you were too busy working hard to pay for it.<br />
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But one thing you never missed were my birthdays.<br />
You never missed giving me a very cleverly selected card.<br />
You never missed sharing cake and chocolate.<br />
You never missed seeing my face when I turned a year older.<br />
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So thank you.<br />
For being there from the first one.<br />
And for the way you struggled to make sure you were around for the last one I had that you would see.<br />
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I understand now why it's never a big deal if anyone else forgets it.<br />
Because once Superman has your back, no one else matters.<br />
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I hope I have given you a reason to smile from wherever you are the past year.<br />
I wish you were around to smile with me in the coming one.<br />
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But I'll take what I can get.<br />
And for now it is the comforting memory that you might have missed some things.<br />
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-59266807466072616412015-08-13T00:00:00.000+03:002015-08-13T00:00:00.581+03:00HER SELFISH YEARS- Part 1<br />
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Two decades ago a female clothed in milk chocolate surfaced on this here planet.<br />
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A Leo, she embodies some of the strongest traits associated with this zodiac.<br />
She is fire, although sometimes the flame is reduced to a mere glowing ember.<br />
Super sensitive.<br />
She wears her feelings as her favorite accessory and flaunts them through her writing.<br />
As ambitious as they come, she dreams and occasionally, she has been known to follow the dreams like they are her religion.<br />
Sometimes domineering, she doesn't always take the lead but Lord when she does, the other subjects better step aside.<br />
Stubborn she is. But the gods did the world a favor and blessed her with a mild dose of being a liberal. She will take you as you are, if you first do the same for her.<br />
She is vain. And this is the side some of them may see because the pride in her wont let the world see the brokenness she sometimes conceals.<br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">She is fire.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">But she breathes ice.</span></i></div>
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And she, she allowed herself to turn twenty one.<br />
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But then again when did a Leo ever welcome change with open arms?<br />
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But then 21 came and brought with it the calming re-assurance that whatever it had in store would be beautiful. One way or the other.<br />
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See, she had been nursing some scars but Miss Chocolate Leo became her own muse for the first time. For the first time she came face to face with the ghosts of being un-pretty she had tried so hard to exorcise. She stared at the perceptions that taunted her in the past and said,<br />
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<i>"...you know what fuck you. I am beautiful. I will be beautiful and I do not need someone else to define for me what that is."</i></div>
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She allowed herself to be her own muse. And loved every minute of it.<br />
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And then 21 told her there is more. 21 told her she can push the boundaries. So 21 told her to play the realest game of pretend ever. So she entered a real company and played employee despite her gross under-qualification for the post. She learnt confidence. She learnt hard-work. She learnt that bravery is that muscle gained when only after daily practice. She learnt she can be more. She learnt that maybe the whole school thing isn't such a waste of time.<br />
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But see 21 wasn't done with her. 21 reminded her of her little star and 21 was the time to let it shine. So she dared to share a platform with the greats. Amateur though she was, 21 told her that by engaging with her kind-overthinkers with a love for words and poetic imagery- she could find a place she can belong. So she did. She dared her little star of talent to shine. She dared to subject herself to editors and deadlines for posts and she fell in love with her gift even more. And while she waits for the world to fall in love with it too,21 told her sometimes the effort to use the gift is more than enough.<br />
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21 didn't turn out to be exactly what she wanted it to be, but it surely was infinitely beautiful.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>21 had her finding beauty in life.</i></span></div>
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And when she looked beyond everything that 21 was meant to be but wasn't, she realizes that 21 did her just fine,<br />
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So here is to 21. To how infinitely beautiful it was.<br />
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And to 22-whatever happens it could only get better. Eventually.<br />
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Tell Him everything you know about that place of vulnerability.</div>
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-64851226795449532192015-07-21T12:53:00.000+03:002015-07-21T13:12:26.713+03:00MEG'S 5 MORE LESSONS LEARNT FROM HER INTERNSHIP- 2ND TIME AROUNDSo, remember when I did <a href="http://meganomare.blogspot.com/2014/06/stepping-out-what-i-learnt-from-my.html" target="_blank">this post</a> about what I learnt the first time I dared myself to commit to an internship. It was a very interesting post especially now that I feel I am a totally different person from that girl who was 5ft 8 who wrote that.<br />
Since then I have grown. Literally. I had my BMI checked recently and since then I have added an inch in height and two kilograms in weight which I believe has gone to some desirable areas . *cue Destiny's Child's Bootylicious here*<br />
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I really didn't think my recent internship warranted a full post. It has taken a lot to let go of a place I finally felt content in. The past few months I have been in such a good place, revisiting that happiness would mean going through the whole emotional roller-coaster I had when I had to end it all and let go and believe me doing that shit is hard.<br />
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But after reading <a href="http://missindependent.co.ke/5-lessons-from-day-1-at-google-dublin/" target="_blank">Miss I's post on how her first day at Google Dublin</a> went I feel inspired to just share a little glimpse of what happy in my life felt like through these lessons I learnt in the past 3 months so here goes..</div>
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<b>1.No matter how you feel, GET UP DRESS UP NICE AND SHOW UP.</b></div>
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It wasn't easy. Let us start there. Some days especially when you are all new, the thought of showing up each day is scary. The uncertainty around how that day will be and if you are in the right place can be overpowering but I have learnt that there is progress in doing whatever you are called to. Even on those days when everything around is telling you to quit be strong enough to get up, dress up and show up. That's all you have to do. Every thing else will take care of itself just be there.</div>
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I reference my previous worry on uncertainty. Sometimes self doubt comes over you like a dark cloud and makes you question everything. But don't do that. The worst that could happen to you at any point is that you will make a mistake and you will learn from it so stop stressing just go ahead and act. And if you fail, remember you can go nowhere but up.</div>
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Yes, I have just quoted Kelly Clarkson but those lyrics really got me through. I learnt to be more confident in the past few weeks than I have in my whole life and I blame my colleague and my mama who told me once that I should just be confident because that's what matters. And as cliche as this sounds, this actually works. Whether it is being confident enough to reach out to that colleague who you know would make a great friend or mentor or approaching that boss so he can give you that assignment that you really know will give you the exposure you need; confidence will take you to heights you never knew you could reach. And along the way you will unlock some levels of strength you never knew you had.</div>
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This spirit of thanksgiving is what got me through the hardest goodbye because giving thanks for the time I had was the only thing I could do to show appreciation for the opportunity I received. Every evening I made a conscious decision to tell God thank you and to ask him to remind me never to forget to do so. Any time someone gave me assistance with anything I would always say a little thank you, no matter how insignificant the assistance seemed. I did it simply because the gift of life isn't a guarantee. No one is born entitled to the opportunities that come their way so because all this is a gift that can be taken away, it is only right to recognize the fact that you have been blessed.</div>
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I do not regret any of the moments I had at firm X. I cherish the awkward introductory talk during my first days at work that grew to casual discussions over lunch that grew to taking selfies during sponsored golf tournaments and eventually getting to know strangers better. Those are the moments that made it unforgettable. And there is nothing more comforting than knowing that even if you never see a stranger again, the one thing you are sure you shared is a smile. Whatever you are going through, take a minute, smile and enjoy whatever element of beauty is in it.</div>
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So this was a quickie so I guess that's it. If I could I could list all the names of the beautiful souls I got to work with and a sincere message of gratitude next to the bundles of love and well wishes I would attach I would. But I can't ;((</div>
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Instead I will just say dear people of company X where Meg worked recently, thank you for giving me a chance.</div>
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Love and light always,</div>
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meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4279428786981553296.post-19963395775134910752015-07-17T09:08:00.003+03:002015-07-17T09:08:37.291+03:00Who am I? Really?I never thought a day would come when my brain would rather think of writing pieces that revolve around me and not about fictional people I wish I knew.<br />
But I guess that's just how it is. One day you love fiction and telling stories about others and the next you become this vain person whose favorite subject is yourself.<br />
So this is me putting it out there that I am vain. Very.<br />
I can spend hours making trips to the mirror just to look at myself and I take only a trillion selfies when I feel pretty.<br />
But the most vain thing about me is that I AM MY OWN MUSE.<br />
Everything about me seems to inspire me to write.<br />
I write about myself when I am in love or lust or something in between.<br />
I write about me when I am sad.<br />
I write about me when I do something good.<br />
I condemn myself when I feel I have not been a very good human being.<br />
I write about my beauty and my insecurities.<br />
I write about my dreams and my feelings.<br />
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I write about what I love.<br />
I write about what I hate.<br />
I am insanely fascinated by me so of-course my favorite topic to write about is ME.<br />
Yes, vanity is real. Don't judge me. Or Kanye. Or all the other vain people in the world.<br />
We don't want to be this way but we can't help the fact that we find ourselves so amazing.<br />
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But as I write about myself, the one question I constantly grapple with is who I am.<br />
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On some days I feel inspired and ready to take on the world, does that make me an alpha type of person? The truth is due to some serious genes I have classic serious Choleric tendencies. Sometimes.<br />
But some days I want to do not a damn thing at all. I want to just sit around watch life pass me by and just be in my lazy happy place, am I hippie? The true phlegmatic. Some days that's who I am and who I wish I could always be.<br />
And sometimes I become this Melancholic Person. The poet inside me prefers quiet,lonely time so that the creative juices can go crazy. That person thrives in silent spaces that allow me to be in touch with my deepest feelings.And I am in love with her.<br />
But some times there is also this wild, full of energy fun-loving persona I become. In fact for some people that is the only person they know because they bring her out. And I love this version too.<br />
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See,what I love about being alive is the fact that each day brings endless possibilities to exist in whichever way seems appropriate at that moment. Life means today I can wake up and decide to be this strong leader commanding the masses to move whichever direction I want and tomorrow I can choose to be the follower hiding unnoticed in the shadows.</div>
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The society we live in insists on putting everyone in these boxes and condemning those who do try to get out of them.<br />
If you are a leader you are expected to be one always even when you do not feel like being one. People do not believe in giving others breaks.<br />
And if you are a bad, you are a branded a bad person even when you do try to be good you can not because the box society puts you in dictates that no good can ever come out of you. Ever.<br />
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I may have been a victim of this. And I may also have been a perpetrator of this.<br />
Because at times it is not always easy to accept others for who they are and not treat them differently when they exercise their right to exist freely.<br />
But because I was or can be both does not mean that is who I am.<br />
I am good and bad and happy and sad and pure and impure and all these things. Who I am at one point is not who I will be.<br />
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My being is a complex totality of all these things I choose to be and I am happy to live as this complexity.<br />
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Everyone has this right too- to be who you were not yesterday and to again be someone totally different tomorrow.<br />
The fact that you are a human being living your life in a way that makes you happy does not mean you are bad. You are just human and the world should respect you for being this.<br />
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So again I ask the question, who am I?<br />
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Truth is I don't know.<br />
And I am not even going to try to figure me out.<br />
I am simply Me, Whoever Me is at the moment.<br />
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The only thing I am sure of is I have learnt not judge you for being you. So go ahead and do you. Whoever or whatever you want to be at the moment.<br />
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I think the beauty about it is how it has this ability to do so much:<br />
As time passes by, it brings new pain with the same energy that it heals old wounds.<br />
As time passes by, it brings change with the same energy that it shows you how you can also stagnate if you refuse to deal with it.<br />
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Change scares me a lot. But the promise of better days to come, better memories and greater love, even though they will come after a lot of pain and hurt, keeps me still open to its scary winds.<br />
So as this month begins, I hope to cling to that promise and I hope you will too.<br />
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Happy July beautiful earthlings...<br />
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Cooking: Tomato soup. I have a recipe which I totally nailed the first time I tried it. Feeling all Gordon Ramsey right now. Tomato soup and fresh bread anybody?<br />
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Reading:The Husband's Secret by Liane Moriarty. A friend rated it highly so I hope I'll fall in love with it too.<br />
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<strike>Playing:</strike> Colouring. Because I realized I am an eight year old at heart and so I decided to download a coloring app on my phone. Please do not judge me. Please :)<br />
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<strike>Wishing </strike>Grateful: For the gift of everything. I am alive and blessed to be. And I am blessed to have so many beautiful people around me who are literally just diamonds in my life. I thank God for them and for everything. Today let me take a minute to not want but to celebrate.<br />
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Enjoying: Life. And the simple things like taking a nice long walk to work with your music playing loud on a cold day. I am starting to feel a little more happier and at peace. Or rather I am starting to embrace a life filled with more positivity and peace. And it feels so good.<br />
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Waiting: ummm... for a lot so pass.</div>
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Loving: My very damaged but finally starting to grow a bit hair. Shout out to everyone on a hair journey like me.<br />
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Watching: Being Mary Jane season 2. There is a plot twist somewhere I really didn't like (read we want David back) but<i> c'est la vie</i>. I am still addicted. <br />
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Hoping: That the semester I am about to start will be bearable. At the very least.</div>
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Marvelling: At how I have a mother who is the number diamond in my life. Cheers to women who go hard for their children. If it wasn't for the blessing of an old school, loving and hardworking mama, I'm not sure where I'd be. And my daddy too. His legacy still illuminates my life 3 years after his passing. I had and still have the greatest parents ever.</div>
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Wearing:Matte red lipstick. I reference my history of being a lipstick junkie :)<br />
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Following:A bunch of smart intellectual cookies on twitter. Yes, I decided to join the twitter-verse because apparently that's where all the witty, cool and creative people are. A welcome change from the filth you sometimes can't quite get away from on Facebook. Follow me before I retreat into introverted writer mode and make my account private. I just might follow back.<br />
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Feeling: Unsure. But peaceful. Praying in the morning helps by the way.<br />
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Bookmarking: One Magunga's<a href="http://magunga.com/" target="_blank"> blog.</a> Writers like him are the reason I am even more excited for the Story Moja Festival this year. It would be such an honour to meet the brains behind this fantastic site.</div>
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Once again, happy July loves. I hope this month will bring nothing but Joy, love, inner peace and every good thing that could possibly happen to you.<br />
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Okay. Bye :-**meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15433500241148893301noreply@blogger.com0