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Chapter 5

Zanei seemed so preoccupied with thoughts as she leaned back on the black leather sofa with a mug of hot coffee in her arms.

Mengo could not tell whether her questions had irritated her or they had brought back memories. She had traveled all the way for answers and she could no longer wait. She had hoped that her aunt Zanei would tell her why they fell apart with her mother, why she left that day 8 years ago without saying hello, and the meaning of the phone call her mother had received.

Zanei felt the weight on her chest, what business had she with coming in between a mother and her daughter. But what if Mengo learnt of the truth later and hated her too for withholding such vital information.

How could she tell Mengo that her mother had another lover, ten years younger than her, whom she secretly sneaked into the house when no one was around. What if she told Mengo that her trying to warn her mother against the affair was the reason for their fall out. What if she told Mengo that on that fateful day her father had found out about the affair and confronted her mother. What if Mengo learnt that her mother’s lover had followed her father and stubbed him to death on the same day. Wait, her father had been long dead and buried, how would she react to the news!!!

Mengo would hate herself for blaming her father while her mother was the reason. She would learn that what her father did was an act of jealousy but he had gone too far by injuring her mother.

Zanei was about to start the whole narration when a phone call came through to the house. The house assistant had reported that a young man by the name Moond wished to speak to Mengo. Zanei observed how excited Mengo got, how she blushed all through the conversation, and how quick she was to request her to accompany her to the hospital.

Love, Zanei thought as she observed how Mengo had forgotten all her worries and focused on Moond….it must be one mysterious thing. It could bring you joy or it could kill. She made a promise to herself that Mengo will never come to learn of anything of what had happened. She would call her sister Nyeza and wire all the amount demanded by the blackmailer. She would then hook her up with a job abroad and help her get citizenship. As for Mengo, she would switch schools and live with her.

Her move would give Nyeza a new beginning. As for Mengo, she would have the opportunity to visit Moond as often as she wished and vise-verser.

She did not know how she would make the questions fade from Mengo but she was going to do something immediately even though she had no idea what…

Mengo was too young to get a distorted image of love…Zanei bit her lip.

On their way from the hospital, Zanei gave Mengo a warm embrace and whispered to her ears “love is a beautiful thing for the wise”….

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#TheLover

Chapter 4

“…it’s already time to renew our contract. This time round, you have to double the amount. You have two weeks or else your precious daughter will get to know what an ev… Two weeks!!” 

Nyeza tried to ring back the caller but he had already hang up. She had perfectly managed to silence ‘them’ for 8 years and now things were getting out of hand. Two weeks was such a short time. If the news got to Mengo, she would never look at her the same again. All the while, she had played the perfect mother to her daughter apart from the times she brought men home. The men, these men she occasionally met were her way out, the feeling of guilt she had carried with her for 8 years kept catching up with her and her only solution was to hook-up with men that knew nothing of her past. “Why did they have to call me on the same day my daughter made a weird move in the morning, could she have an idea about this, why has she not come back yet??” Nyeza was calculating all this in her head. Immediately, she picked up her car keys and drove to her daughter’s school. She sensed that something terrible was happening.

Mengo slowly put down the receiver and watched her mother drive away, she had wanted to tell her that she climbed back to the house through her bedroom window but then she was too disappointed to utter a word. Mengo had been in the house a while before the phone call. Her intention was to call Moond’s house but then a call had come in just before she did. It was not in her nature to use the handset in her room to listen to a call made to their home telephone but that day out of curiosity, she picked and listened. What kind of business would her mother be doing with the monster behind the call. No, wait, who is the real monster here, what was her mother hiding from her that required such a threat??? What did she do???… He meant evil, why would anyone call her mother evil??… Who was her mother anyway???…

On the dinner table, there was a note for Nyeza WHAT DID YOU DO MUM??? I LISTENED TO THE CALL… By the time she found it, Mengo was long gone and half of her clothes were missing from her closet, and so did her piggy bank. It was approaching 9 PM, and the bus was only a few kilometers gone, she was getting hungry and so with the first stop she bought herself coffee and a chicken bugger. She promised herself that she would call Moond’s house again immediately she got to her destination. Her mother had once told her of her aunt who lived in a different county but never mentioned her again. Mengo had a picture of her and had managed to collect her address from her mother’s study. Her mother never talked of her, and from what she observed, her mother and her aunt had fought over something years back.

Mengo had planned her escape destination way back and had always waited for the moment she would have a huge fight with her mother. At that moment, she would go to the aunt her mother never talked about. That is exactly where she was headed to, she hoped that her aunt would recognize her and would accept her and listen to her before letting her mother know of her whereabouts. Most of all, she hoped that her aunt would have an idea of what the caller was talking about. She was almost convinced that it could be the reason her aunt and her mother had fallen out.

It was not hard locating her auntie’s house, it was only a short distance away from the stage which only cost her a few coins to board a tricycle. It was 5 am in the morning and the entrepreneurs were already up judging from the expensive cars that were leaving the estate gate. Leaving the house at the wee hours of the morning to do what one loves is the kind of life Mengo hoped to achieve when she grew up. If not leaving the house, it would be waking up to flex her body with a work out routine and then get down on her scripts.

The next two hours were spent exchanging embraces and wiping off tears of joy…. her auntie Zanei had last seen her when she was 8 years old. Precisely the last day Mengo saw her father….about a week after the day Mengo had found her mother lying in a bloody pool, but she had only appeared briefly and left without saying hello to Mengo.

Her auntie had to leave for work but she made sure that her house assistant would make Mengo comfortable.

After soaking herself in the floral scented bubble bath, she sat by the bedside and dialed the number she had copied on her notebook. A husky voice received the call and Mengo quickly asked if she could speak to Moond. She hoped that he was around, she had even withdrawn from the face recognition assignment, all she wanted to know was whether Moond was okay. If only she could just hear his voice… “am sorry you cannot speak to him, he got an attack while in school and has been transferred to Mayo hospital, thank you for calling”…  For a moment Mengo thought the receiver was rude for hanging up on her yet she’s the one who made the call but then her fears had been  confirmed. It was rumored that Moond lived with epilepsy and it was one of the reasons she had feared to entertain any form of relationship with him. Right now, she needed to see him, she felt the need to be by him, he had devoted to help her out without question, all she could do now was to be by his side…. “Mayo, hospital??… I’m in Mayo Estate!!!”  Mengo thought to herself. A certain type of excitement mixed with relieve and confusion caused a wave through her body… the type of wave you get when you know you have a chance to see someone you care about, someone who gives you the goose bumps, someone who makes you smile even before receiving their call… Was she finally falling for Moond?

 

 

 

 

#TheLover

Chapter 3

Mengo woke up unusually early the following morning and left the house an hour before the usual time the bus came to pick her up. Hastily but carefully she opened the door and ran towards Moond who was waiting for her in his black ducati monster 1200 that he had recently acquired with his savings. The meet up arrangements had been made the previous night and Moond had spent the entire night planning on every detail on how he would impress Mengo. It was probably the high time to prove to her that he deserved more than a friend-zone, he had gone all the way to throw in his favorite Fiji Fresh cologne and brought with him two mugs of home-made vanilla tea. Apparently, he worked at a coffee shop off school hours and the joint was known to have the best Teas and coffees in the area.

They finally got to Moond’s basement which doubled up as a garage and his work studio. He hoped they could spend the time holding up a warm conversation and get to watch her lips form the favorite curve he loved on her exposing the dent that lay beautifully between her upper milk teeth. He hoped he could watch her big beautiful eyes glitter with delight as he pulled his romantic side smile that would make her blush. Now was not the time. Mengo was too focused on helping him dust off his computer and get started with the face recognition. Disappointingly, the systems were down and time was running out. Before long, the bus was was hooting to pick up Moond and it immediately hit Mengo that she had not carried her lunch but the thought faded too fast to bother her. She was too busy trying to pack up her things to notice that Moond had faded into the entire house and was back with two lunch boxes and his back pack strapped on his left shoulder.

Mengo hated chemistry classes which apparently on that day was a double session. She pulled out her draft and continued with her script.

INT. THE HIGHWAY BRIDGE- NIGHT

The MAN in BLACK walks slowly behind WAMBO at a distance.

WAMBO (CONT’D)

( she climbs up the bridge barriers as tears roll down her cheeks)

I cannot take it any more. This is the third time it has happened to me. Why me??

How do I even explain this to my mother, she already has enough troubles of her own (she lets out an angry roar).

MINDY

(Runs towards WAMBO panicking after secretly following her all the way from the clinic)

Do not do it WAMBO. Whatever it is you can always share with me. I have been your best-friend since childhood. You can trust me.

Before MINDY gets to WAMBO the MAN in BLACK grabs WAMBO blocking her mouth with a white piece of cloth with his left arm and points a Glock 19 Pistol at MINDY with the right arm.

Before she could write her next line the bell rang and the class was over. It was always her way of escaping from this world. Her mother knew nothing about her writing skill and she had safely hidden it from her to avoid the lengthy conversation on putting her education first. Her mother Nyeza was still old school when it came to career choices and education matters.

It was already evening and Mengo was pissed that she could not get sight of Moond even after waiting for him by the gate for almost an hour. She could not understand why he would lose interest so fast in the first task she had requested him to help her out with. He did not even go looking for her after school as he had always done and neither had he thrown silly paper notes to her as he teasingly did in every last class telling her how beautiful she had looked that day. It was very much unlike Moond to go silent like that. She now had to walk home, she had obviously missed the bus and besides that, she had her mother to face later and explain why she had left so early without a word and with no breakfast and lunch. As she was walking, one of the guys she often saw hang out with Moond approached her. She couldn’t help but notice that he had two bags with him and one of them looked so much like Moond’s bag. She was hopeful and thought that he was still around only to be hit with the words, “hey Mengo, are you also going to visit Moond. Its really unfortunate what happened to him”… “Its unfortunate what happened to him??? What happened to him?? Where?? When?? How?? Why Today???” Mengo almost asked these questions loudly but she was too shocked to utter a word. Her voice at that very moment had been swallowed by mixed feelings of fear, sorrow, guilt, anxiety, curiosity that had engulfed her suddenly. For a moment she felt her breath trapped in her lungs and could not be expelled.

#TheLover

Chapter 2

She, her mother Nyeza, had always hated the idea of bringing home another man in the presence of Mengo… Her daughter would always throw in a nasty attitude at all her male guests and most of them would never talk to her again afterwards….

This time, the figure of the man besides her mother had scared the hell out of Mengo… Never in her life had she imagined her mother taking the “single” matter to the direction she had. According to Nyeza, she had tried her best to keep their affair secret but he had insisted on meeting her daughter. Nyeza had no much of a choice, probably he was the one, she thought. Besides, according to stories she had heard, men of his origin were never scared of a woman with off springs sired by another male.

Mengo tried to pull a smile but her already reddened face betrayed the anger she was trying to bottle up. It was of no use responding to his seemingly fake greetings. One slight slip of a word from her mouth would be followed by a stack of F words.

She could have ran away as she had always done after a heated argument with her mother as she had always done in the previous encounters, but she decided to stay. She kept slapping herself to ensure she wasn’t dreaming only to realize that she was more than woke.

He was probably in his late 70’s.He looked rich but had driven in in her mother’s car. Not to mentioned of how ugly he looked with his big fat stomach tucked in an expensive looking shirt and baggy blue jeans… His shirt was three buttons down and Mengo could see the molds of grey hair on his chest. His bald head and chubby cheeks did not make the situation any better. Probably the ugliest creature on earth, Mengo thought as she walked up the spiral staircases fitted with a magenta velvet carpet…

Some inner voice kept whispering to her that she had seen that man before, but she kept ignoring it until she could not take it any more…. she spent the whole night trying to recall where she had seen that face but failed miserably. Luckily, her friend Moond, the skinny guy in her class who had pursued her but had to fit into her friend-zone, had cracked into a system that could look up and match faces…

#TheLover

Chapter 1

The steaming kettle had been hissing for hours before Mengo realized how absorbed she had been. She had just come from school and as usual her mother had left her enough pieces of arrow roots that would go with tea before she sat for her homework.

When she snapped back, it was already minutes past 7pm… She walked slowly to turn off the gas cooker but was destructed by the leaking tap. She thought for a while, and after pouring herself a mug of ginger tea and entertaining herself to a plate of the mother natures’ providence, she sat down and observed the tap keenly.

The sound made by each drop as it gracefully landed on the sink lingered in her head and brought along memories she had for a long time tried to fight.

She was only 8 years old when she walked home from school excited to inform her parents of the school trip. The rain had been patient enough to allow her get to the house before it started pouring heavily. She recalled hearing the tap running and weird movements in the kitchen so instead of setting herself at the dinning table she headed to the kitchen where she found her mother lying in a pool of blood and her father holding a big piece of wood.

Years had passed and she had never dared to ask her mother what had happened that day nor where her father had disappeared to. She always feared that if she asked, she would ruin the joy she saw every day on her face. She knew that her father had done something terrible to her but always wondered why she had chosen to stay quiet about it. Every time anyone asked her mother of the scars on her chin, she told them that she had fallen while cleaning up the house. Mengo had learnt to flow with it without question….

The door bell brought her back to reality and as she headed for the door, a sudden and strange fear filled her for a second. She leaned forward and turned the knob slowly as though opening for a stranger yet she had heard her mother’s car door alarms go off.On opening, two figures stood infront of her, one of her mother, the other of…..

Sunshine Blogger Award…#Issa! Nomination

yeey! team, I have always believed in the beauty of following a stranger and enjoying the new package of lessons and wisdom that follow. This time it has resulted to somebody recognizing my work and feeling that my blog is worth the sunshine blogger award.

I have been nominated by an amazing blogger who is quite versatile in her work. she is one open minded lady who will make you see the world in a different perspective and triggers you to do more than just survive. I was blown my of her articles on weddings when she asks why not be extraordinary and involve the kids from Children homes in your wedding if you really care. She has a charming vibe evident from her feedback on your work. Go check out her awesome work:), Cafe Avec Twali

What the award is about;

The Sunshine Blogger Award

The sunshine award is given by bloggers to other bloggers who are inspiring, positive, and creative.

Rules of the award

1 .Shout out to the blogger who nominated you with a link to her blog.

2. Answer questions given by the blogger.

3. Nominate 11 bloggers for the sunshine award , with links to their blogs.

4. Don’t forget to notify your nominees.

5. Come up with your own questions and tag 11 other bloggers nominating them to do the same.

6. List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Awards logo in your post.

My Answers;

Whats your experience with blogging so far?

Blogging has given me a space where I can escape to when I need to express my thoughts. I was never interested in traffic initially but when I did, getting no-bloggers to read is a headache.

What topic would you love to see more bloggers discuss?

That has to be Patriarchy especially in Africa where women to date suffer from male dominance. Pathetic! I have tried highlighting this issue in two of my articles and I don’t know why i find it necessary to destroy the oppressive male characters in my stories.

What do you hope to achieve in the blogging world?

Being articulate in expressing social affairs of the day. Currently Kenya is facing GBV, Domestic Violence, and FGM. Being able to cover these stories first hand will be my blogger moment

Have you met anybody from a blog in real life? If not, who would you like to meet?

Not met anyone yet but definitely it would be everyone, probably organize a blogger meet up and we get to chat over coffee and share ideas!

Who has been/is your role model? Why?

This question finds me off-guard for real! I really do not have one in particular but i do pick my matching pieces from several humans out there.

Favorite spot to relax?

The Nairobi Arboretum… with a book of-course! Something about the serenity of the place refreshes my inner self…Wait, that moment under a hot shower is heavenly!

One thing you can never get tired of eating?

Chipolatas … we have a special connection.

Do you wear something you’d feel empty without?

Perfume…. I can do without a bra but not a perfume. I use it even after my night shower before going to bed…. Addiction right?

Do you let everyone around you see the real you?

I find it so hard to pretend.. I do me all through, love it or leave it!

Would you ever go to a nudist beach?

OMG! why not, as long as no spy cameras around. Clothes get boring at times. But on a serious note, hiding a little of the titties and genitals with bikinis and “mankinis” would be more of my ideal kind of nudist beach.

Where would you rather be right this moment?

Penang, Malaysia…. the street art, the food, the scenery, the culture…. so breath taking!

I nominate;

Kiddie254 https://kiddie254.wordpress.com/

odongoem https://odongoem.wordpress.com/

Sura Za Tsuma https://wesleytsuma.wordpress.com/

iamwashy https://iamwashyy.wordpress.com/

Betcha Didn’t Know https://betchadidntknowit.wordpress.com/

karaninjiru https://karaninjiru.wordpress.com/

blogstromborn https://blogstormborn.wordpress.com/

An Impartial Soul https://impartialsouls.wordpress.com/

Marcel https://doubleonews.wordpress.com/

Kenphiliporiku https://kenphiliporiku.wordpress.com/

Makaitah https://kenphiliporiku.wordpress.com/

Questions for my nominees;

  1. Why did you choose blogging?
  2. What do you think is the future of blogging?
  3. Do you always finish reading books? What would make you leave a book unfinished?
  4. Would you rather marry a spouse with a 9-5, the suit and tie type or an adventurous spouse who makes a living outside the 9-5 routine, i.e, a producer, a photographer etc?
  5. What’s the most stupid excuse you ever gave your teacher to escape punishment?

Shout out to everyone out there living their lives unbothered and reading my work. Much Love…♥♥♥

#BleedingRose

Image from Google

The shining stars,

The glowing moon,

The blowing winds,

Seasons come, seasons go,

Not even the night gown could hide,

Hide the curves her body had formed,

Her tender breasteses, round and firm,

So firm that they stood out in every outfit she wore,

With her thick thighs, full bottoms, and a round face,

So perfect that her smile could be seen through her sleepy eyes,

Not even her father could stop a night thrust with her in mind,

She had grown into a full bodied African woman.

Her father, the renowned politician who secretly had sired more than a dozen,

Her father, the man she trusted with her life,

Her father…. the last she remembers was his last moan like a bull in the slaughter,

His body full of sweat.

Her rose was torn, she was in pain, she was disappointed, she hoped she could join her late mother,

Her father, the man she loved, how could she love another?

Her father, the man she trusted, had he done the same to her elder sisters?

Her elder sisters, is that why they never returned home after they left for college?

Is that why her mother had died of depression?

She thought of her younger sister, she was angry at her elder sisters.

She had dreamt of wearing a white gown,

She wanted to walk down the aisle, her father by her side, to meet the man she loved.

She is dripping red, her gown is stained, she cannot love, she cannot trust,

She is out in the streets, draining foolish men of their wealth,

She has nothing to lose, men like her father, ready to prey on the juicy roses belong to hell,

She bleeds, she hurts, but she is on a mission,

Perhaps one day someone will capture the beauty in her, the bleeding rose,

But not today, today she’s drowning herself in some expensive whiskey as she plots against her next client,

Tomorrow might be her dawn, she will be up early, with a simple swipe and forged signatures, all her father’s wealth will be hers.

He will not fight, she will blackmail, besides,he will be too weak from a virus he contracted from an escort she arranged for him.

Humming, “Daddy don’t touch me there” by Queen Ifrica.

#What-Motivates-You?

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A few years ago if you asked me what my motivation was I would have blankly stared at you then after a few seconds of no thinking, I  would go ahead and ask you “In what way?” A motive is a drive, Motivation is something that drives you to do what you do. So,  What motivates you? 

“It takes a lot of courage to grow up and become who you really are” E.E Cummings.

Each person has something that inspires them to carry on with life. What motivates me is not what motivate you or another person. I was curious about what motivates others because I did not want to cage myself  in the imagination of all of us being driven by the same thing. I interacted with friends and asked them about what motivates them. I was overwhelmed by the responses they gave and it really opened me up. I discovered how unique each one of us is and in amusement all I could do is wish them an year driven by their motivation.

My Thoughts on Selected Responses;

  •  Passion is a feeling, feelings come and go. If your passion motivates you, that is okay as long as you can nurture that feeling. But what if you identified something of value, something that could bring about transformation, develop yourself around that thing you identified and feel your passions grow around it.
  • Dreams- I must say I fall under this category but as much as I thought I had it right, somebody challenged me and asked me about the strategy I had towards achieving my dreams. Dreaming alone will not get you anywhere, like one of my smart friends does; setting goals,having a timeline as to when they should be achieved, re-strategizing and not giving up on your dreams will get you going.
  • Fear- Many people are driven by fear to the point where fear overcomes them instead of them overcoming the fear. They are no longer able to try something new, reason you find someone doing the same job, same position even after years. In this life, there will be so many things to scare us. We are created to feel all emotions; love, hate, fear, guilt, sadness, joy, happiness, etc. Instead of going about life trying to avoid fear, accept that you are meant to feel afraid. It is only then that you will realize that it is never as serious as it looks.

                         Denying self expression can lead to depression.

  • Bills- We all want to have our bills paid on time and so this drives us to work harder, part-time and over-time. It sure drives us but is it what we really came for in this world? What if we focused on building our own apartments, constructing our own water reservoirs and have the bills paid to us?
  • Spouse-  I once had a guy that really got me on my toes. We were only 22, but he had already moved out, had his own business running and paying his bills. I totally relate but what if he/she breaks your trust? You never want to hear from them again, that’s the first move and it may be like this forever, what happens to your motivation? In some cases like mine, somehow the two of you can keep contact and see each other grow.
  • Kids/Family- Keep it up, we all want the best for our loved one. Honestly, seeing my people happy is what I live for besides my personal dreams.
  • Lavish Lifestyle- This is what we all want. Buying any home, car that you want, travelling to any destination that you want, and shopping without worrying about the price tag….BUT… are you willing to put in the hard-work?
  • I do not know- This response caught me off guard, its never too late nor too early to find what you really desire in life, search within you, discover the sparks, things that ignite your soul, meditate, reflect on what makes you happy or what has made you feel fulfilled in the past….that could be it.

Did you know that you are a gift to the world? Gifts are precious, do not just come and go, learn who you really are so that you can become who you are.

You need to get out of your comfort zone and go after what you believe in, do not confine yourself to norms or what people expect of you. You are not living for anyone but yourself. Allow yourself to be adventurous because its only then that you will discover what is of value to you. Its at that time that you will start aligning your skills to match that thing of value you discovered and slowly your passions will grow around it.  In simple terms, Let your passions follow you. If you only follow your passion, you limit yourself in that you have no room to discover what else the universe has in store for you.

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Dare to be different_ ” If  you are always trying to be normal, you will never know how amazing you can be” Maya Angelou.

 

I hope this assists someone. Always remember to involve God in all your plans. 

 

 

 

 

 

#Finishing-Strong

Every NYE I find myself figuring out how the following year will be like. In many cases I find myself stressing out and so as 2017 begun, I decided to just go in without resolutions. However, I knew that I wanted to be a better person and discover what the year had in store for me.

I had freshly graduated from the University and had high hopes of employment whose consequences included standing in long queues under the scorching sun to drop a government job application which I never received not even an email of regret. My thirst for employment got me working at a warehouse which saw me traverse three counties at the wee hours of the morning and  get back home late. The pay was good, I cannot complain. The contract ended, stayed home for about two weeks, and after that I joined the online community and I must say it has been pretty rewarding even though I’m not there yet.

I have always feared that one time my skin would explode but I was not ready for it this year just when I got myself into an office full of young men. Acne has no manners!!! 2017 has seen me battle with it but it never damaged my esteem. Luckily for me, I have been in the company of Photographers that made me realize how beautiful a smile could make you look no matter the scars on your face. My skin has almost cleared up and thanks to God, medication and good diet. My gallery is so full of beautiful photographs taken by my awesome friends that I have made this year(the photographers). When you get time, look up Iconic Media Ventures on social media(Facebook, Instagram) these guys are so good at their work.

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2017 has been the year where my assertiveness has paid off, I have been wise enough to observe signs that would have led to troublesome relationships. I have learnt how to be myself without worrying what others will say or think and I have learnt how to respect peoples spaces. I have been very open minded all year long and this has made me at peace with self.

I have learnt that stepping out of my comfort zone is an opportunity to learn. I have spotted beauty in the smallest of things including the beauty of  learning from a stranger. I have fought my phobias in the company of friends by visiting places I haven’t been to. Having the right company at the right time has made me realize that it is okay to get out once in a while and have a good time. Thank you to everyone that has responded to my calls to step out this year. You all have been good.

Not to forget, this year I have become an auntie to a handsome young man which adds up to an auntie to two fine nephews, Baraka & Liam. I have attended dowry and wedding ceremonies of my age-mates. I have witnessed my childhood best-friend get proposed to. In short, reality has really dawned on me that my age is advancing but I am under no pressure…(sips a drink).

Finally, Glory to the Almighty God for the wonderful year and to my Family for being there for me. Just like 2017, I am stepping into 2018 ready to experience what the universe has in store for me. By the Grace of God, I look forward to more growth all round, good health, love and laughter.

Thank you to each and everyone of you that has been reading my articles, you give me motivation to write. I look forward to your continued love and support as I grow. To each one of you, Cheers to a prosperous and beautiful 2018!!!…..

 

From me to you with love….xoxo!!!

 

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