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Blogaversary

According to WordPress, today is NINE YEARS since I started blogging. What? Where has time gone?

This here little blog really means so much to me and gives me an outlet to share about myself and some of my interests and I am grateful for this opportunity and for many of you guys that read, comment, like and follow.

Thanks and here’s to many more!!

If I Was Having Coffee With My Younger Self

If we were having coffee, I would tell you of the different moments when I knew I was grown and I was OK with it. Minute 5:22 of this video.

“As you start to get older it’s about reconciling the fantasy with reality and still maintaining the vision for your life. So that you are going towards what you want but still incorporating the reality of life’s experience and reconciling that certain things you don’t have control over.” Tracee Ellis Ross

We all have this age when it hits us that some of the plans we made as young people will not take the single format we had envisioned.

When I was young, I knew that I would one day be married, never really planned the wedding but knew that I would be married. In my head, I was going to meet my husband at 24 get married at 26 and have my first child at 28 like my mom. Well, when at 23 I enrolled to do my Masters, I knew that this was never going to happen. Also, when I started working and realised the cost of weddings, I knew I had to push it out.

Or the dream to join the World Bank Young Professional Programme? Slowly and painfully letting this one go as I approach 32 and resting on the fact that hopefully I can join the Bank at a later stage in my career.

Similarly, how quickly I dropped the dream to go to the London School of Economics and do my Masters – one day I looked at their prospectus and realised that I was not interested in their course offering.

The dream to live alone before I was married. Things changed and it was fine.

I guess at different stages I learnt that the dream does not have to come in only one format and that you know what, it’s OK to reconfigure, to rediscover to restart or redo. It’s OK. My new thing is to keep it moving and to keep trying forward.

About this blogging challenge!

1. Lessons missed

The one thing I have never learnt is how to play pool (snooker). I see how people enjoy it and the thrill it gives them and I can’t help but stand by the side and just enjoy their fun. As a teen I felt slightly conscious sticking my bum in the air to learn to play and now I don’t know what’s holding me back except the fact that everybody can do it and now I will look odd learning. Well no one said I wasn’t image conscious.

The other thing is riding a bike. Somehow my siblings all learnt to and I never did. At some point my sister that eventually got me to be a proficient car driver tried and when she told me that I had to fall in the process of learning to ride, I exited to the left and never came back for another lesson.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Lazy Learners.”

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What makes a home, home?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Home Turf.”

  1. My bed with all its’ styling
  2. My coffee mugs and the tea and coffee I love to drink.
  3. My journal
  4. My earring collection
  5. The people I share the home with.

I now miss home!!

This article requires it’s own post ..

Please read throught it and all the comments made thus far.

Why 12 Years A Slave will always matter to Louisiana

It was written a while back but for some reason WordPress Pressed it this week.

I love most about it that it is steeped in a very real human interest angle but it doesn’t shy away from the brutal hard facts.

Daily Prompt: Teachers’ Pet

This is a belated Daily Post from the 8th of January titled:

Jan 8

Teacher’s pet

Tell us about a teacher who had a real impact on your life,
either for the better or the worse. How is your life different
today because of him or her?

I encountered the teacher that had the most impact in my life in my first year at University. She taught me a course titled “Communication and Culture” over two semesters and her name was Rebecca Ng’ang’a. Not only did she teach the course content but she was inspirational as well and imparted various life lessons. As a first year course predominantly, and for many, our first time in University these lessons were important as University tends to come with a lot of freedom and spare time.

I remember about her course that we had to write a “Reflection”, an essay on some part of her class and we had to write a minimum of ten of each per semester. They could not be superficial as what she cared most about was how the course content was changing your world-view or previous perceptions of a particular topic. I recently came across some of them and it’s amazing how much I have grown up or how in some areas I have developed. Case in point was in the area of marriage, in my younger days I might have been a bit cynical and even dubious of the fact that people could commit to each other in that way. Obviously, that has changed.

I  also liked her approach to teaching because she taught us to really interact with the information imparted and to continually question our assumptions – something I don’t always do but I have recently been challenged to start doing once again.

On a less inspirational note, I did particularly like her because she was comfortable in her skin and would often poke fun at herself and make endearing self-deprecating comments of herself which made her human in my eyes unlike some of my earlier teachers that always felt the need to be super heroes. That and the fact that she took pains to dress up to class and would often colour coordinate her outfit, from the hat on her head to the little shoes on her feet and her bag. If it was a red day, she was dressed in red throughout and boy would she rock the monochromatic look!!

More importantly, she had a passion and a zeal for Christ and she often talked of her relationship with Christ and that inspired me to want to get to that point in my life and/or in my walk with Christ. And this is what I most fondly remember about Mrs. Ng’ang’a. My sister recently met her and I only wish I had gotten the chance to say to her how much she had inspired me all those years back and at that particular stage of my Christian life. 

9: Open Letter to Selfish Parents

This is not a post showing what I would typically write about, but it is in response to the WordPress Weekly Writing Challenge.

Dear Parents strapped up in your seatbelt with the child standing up and not strapped in,

I hope never to make your acquaintance and so won’t bother too much with formalities save to ask, doesn’t it worry you that should anything happen to your vehicle, your precious bundle would take the most impact? A lot of how we live life today seems nested in great fear and all these myths but isn’t this something that is widely tested and accepted?

Not to scare you, because there are all these videos and emails doing the round but just think, seatbelts are important for the following reasons:

  • reduce the risk of contact with the interior of the vehicle or reduce the severity of injuries if this occurs;
  • distribute the forces of a crash over the strongest parts of the human body;
  • prevent the occupant from being ejected from the vehicle in an impact;
  • prevent injury to other occupants (for example in a frontal crash, unbelted rear-seated passengers can be catapulted forward and hit other occupants).

Accidents by their nature happen and no one can fully plan for them! Hence, when we have something to mitigate the effects, wouldn’t you rather use that than decide to brave it and forge forward without something as simple and useful as a seatbelt. But I suppose I don’t have to sell this to you because you and your co-driver are already wearing them, question then is why deny your offspring similar safety. Would shouting as I drove past or calling you names help? I have often toyed with doing that but I am naturally shy and that won’t have as much impact as maybe this. Please just do the right thing and take it from there.

How? Start by simply telling the child that they will not come with Mummy and Daddy if they do not stay strapped in and then act on this threat. If they do take it off mid-drive, then stop the car until they put it on. Easy!

Sincerely,

Irate driver behind you watching what might be!