: Chronicle:2016 In One Lesson

I remembered I blogged 6 posts previously about ” Chronicles of being an African Daughter” especially one like me, one that is, you know, little miss independent, and I promised one more chronicle. I post-poned it since September but here we are…………….. ” If you were asked what lesson, one lesson, did you learnt this…

My Humanitarian Milkshake & The Boys

* Clears throat* Well well well, look at what hard work is starting to bring in my DM and in my Messenger shaking my head. Before we continue, I love these pants and they’re over 2 years old but I’ve put them back in the suitcase now that I know all the $3 thrift shops…

Dating a Fatherless Daughter

So I read an amazing article on the struggles that fatherless girls can face, and quite frankly I agreed with most of the stuff. It got me thinking on what it’s like to date a fatherless girl, well, basically to date myself that is, and I am quite a pro at analysing myself whether I’m…

My Obsessions. My Happiness.My Sanity

LIBRARIES AND BOOKS: I am typing this from a library, and on my days of feeling low, I go to a library. My parents taught me the love of books,and without books and writing, I’m only a portion of a human being. I can spend the entire day at the library because it brings me…

A Daughter Then. A Daughter Now

My little obsession. My daughter- niece, that’s what I call her. This little girl! I know now how beautiful and sometimes difficult it is to be a daughter, and yet I wouldn’t hold onto a greater title in this lifetime the way I cherish and hold on to the beauty of being a daughter.Just looking at…

Dear Fatherless babygirl

Dear Fatherless babygirl I know. I know the feeling. The feeling of realizing that Father’s day is this coming and you’re going to be as annoyed as ever. The feeling that you don’t have someone to call “Dad”  while others have that right for years to come. I know. Don’t get me started on the…

A Queen Who Slays

14 September 1993…. I love that story, and my mom tells it best, obviously. So, through out my momma’s pregnancy with me, she almost lost me enough times. Enough times! She barely gained weight while she carried me. Infact, she lost weight while she was carrying me. She was basically not well half the time…

I Have Become A Queen

I remember my chest tightened so much when I was told he was gone, and for a tiny person, I fell so hard to the ground and felt my entire world disappear into thin air and I cried in a way I still can’t and will never explain. Was that really it? He was gone?…