Oh Love… I followed the steps blindly and to the latter for that matter. I have taken lemon in the morning, took a cold shower too ( even though I dread it), written a journal consistently and followed the 48 laws of power and became obsessed with success.
Not realizing that I was following other peoples ambitions and missing meaning in life. Truth is love… there is no guide to success. There is no one way to success like we are meant to believe. Whether you are on a t-shirt or a killer dress, one finds success story differently. Some find theirs on trash, others on gold. Some while sitted, some while grinding.
I guess the biggest mistake we ever made was following the mantra that success is the same.
Dear Love…
I know I said I would climb every mountain and swim every ocean for you. I know I waited every 1000 years for you. I mean, how that is possible blows my mind. I promised that I would not make you cry or sad in your lifetime.
Guess what love… life somehow happened and work and family responsibilities among other ‘ands’. You became busy, I became busier.
Flashback five years ago when Safaricom was generous with our teenagehood. We could wake up at 10 pm and sleep at 6 am so that we could chat and talk without limitations of airtime. Our only worry was getting caught by momma if she walked by the room and found you laughing hysterically at the middle of the night alone. We were never busy for each other because, in two weeks’ time, we knew that we would be back to school, where our conversations would only continue in our thoughts.
Fast forward and now we are here.
Starting a hustle prone life, struggling to survive. This is where things get complicated. Where forever meant a long time but now it means needing space two months into a relationship. At one point we knew what we wanted, but now we struggle every day knowing who we are.
We become complicated, preoccupied with the dreams we chase, work that takes almost half our day and so on and so forth. You say hi today, I answer back the following day (majorly because I fell asleep while texting you). Two steps back and forth.
Truth is love, we are growing and love is complex yet simple. It moves from the witty remarks to the words that make you feel u la la and becomes complex when a future with you is involved. It becomes a story of commitment which is hard to come by these days. It meets a new family, babies, social events, parents meetings, joint accounts and many other menial jobs couples get themselves into. When responsibility is involved, extra emotions are involved too; and even the small things matter.
When I said I’d climb every mountain for you, I lied. I would climb every mountain with you. This journey needs a helping hand. I would swim every ocean with you; because every ocean has a dipped end and you would need some pulling when you are drowning. Even with our busy complicated, needing space kind of life- truth is, Love exists and it should not die because we chose other things first.
It has been a while since I wrote to you. Life after school became messier than expected. I encountered a few hitches that made me lazy to write and share my thoughts with you. And as a resolution, I decided to try again the journey of scribing. New Year comes with unrealistic resolutions I must say. Like having to vow and constantly lie to yourself that you will have your figure trimmed while you feed yourself the same amount of junk you eat. Or like planning to buy your own car when you sleep for ten hours. Rather sticking to an unhealthy relationship while you cling to it.
I just hope love, that you will not be exposed to unrealistic goals and resolutions that will not see a day. Do not struggle with living people’s dreams, dear. It will only suck the life from you.
Go placidly amid the noise and haste and remember, what peace may be in silence. New Year comes with new strengths. With valour, your past pains will disappear slowly. Be of courage as the year takes its course.
On the way, we will struggle with politicians who will want a pay rise, Chinese debts, economic pressures, harsh living conditions, arrogant and spiteful people and painful ordeals. We will also have the best days ever, friends who will crack us up, amazing opportunities and happy ever after.
When you feel like giving up love, just get to your knees and pray. Let the bad times not take away your beautiful smile. Pray and God will help you get back up. He listens and will always dry those tears away.
Start the year with resilience and strive to be the achiever that you are. Do not be swallowed by resolutions that will make you anxious. Just be you!!!
Are we breeding prostitutes or graduates in our centre of excellence? It seems the dream of getting an honorable degree in the university is slowly fading away and becoming a thing of the past. With the headlines in our TV screens about the ‘Campus divas’, I am not surprised if most ladies will not complete their degree. Our universities have become brothels instead of learning institutions. Ladies are celebrated with what is in their backs and not with their brains. Rarely will you get decent people. Virginity has almost become a taboo. ‘Action takes place anywhere’; be it in the rooms or even in the tealeaves.
The worst thing is that the men don’t need to sweat to get their prey. The girls would rather cut the long story short and take themselves to the slaughterhouse. This will then put a tag to all ladies including the innocent ones as loose and cheap.
If ladies can see themselves as priceless objects and not as gold diggers, if ladies can see themselves as Honorable beings and not as sex objects; then we will no longer be seen as second-class citizens.
We are much more than a few shillings tossed to us once we have satisfied the needs of men.
Imagine a life where you have to go for regular checkup (not that it is not necessary) because you have multiple sex partners. You might have all what you need; be it cash, a beautiful place to live in a great car and even the latest technological equipments but you are still empty inside. To most ladies they would prefer contracting the deadly disease than getting a child.
We have the power and intuition to know what is wrong from right. We just need to be smart in whatever choice we choose. Let’s keep our stakes high and we will succeed. If we choose to tarnish our dignity and destroy our name, then we will become just another girl in our statistics.
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