Talk about #breakinglymyts and you will describe my last weekend of 2017 fully.
I have, for a long time wanted to celebrate the holidays differently. And this year, God answered my prayers. Although Christmas found me gloomy and broke, the new year weekend fully compensated for this.
I arrived from a burial in Kanungu district, in South Western Uganda on the morning of Christmas eve, tired and sore. The journey to the town had been tedious and extremely uncomfortable, given the multitude of boxes and suitcases packed in the isle, leaving us sitting with our hand luggage and squeezed to the toes. I always travel comfortably with the Rwanda bound buses, which strategically pass through my hometown(Kabale) and have a thing for comfort of their passengers. Not only was my first trip to Kanungu tiring, it left me with swollen feet, something I had never experienced. I was scared to bits by what that meant, even though everyone else seemed familiar with the phenomenon. I had to stay an extra day to allow my blood pressure to normalise and my feet to lose the swelling.
The journey back, although a little more comfortable, was longer than normal. The transport team made a stop in Rukungiri district, and without any communication whatsoever, parked there for three hours. The passengers on board were agitated but what could we do? We eventually noticed the bus tyre was spoiled, thanks to the driver’s hasty driving through the rocky paths from Kanungu. It was frustrating because not only do the buses strictly move at night, we were subjected to a long wait without a place open to find food or water. While we were supposed to arrive in Kampala at about 5:00AM, we arrived at 9:00AM. I couldn’t wait to alight from that bus.
Fast forward, it’s yet another exciting weekend and there was a trip I was looking forward to. You can only anticipate what it will turn out to be but can never prepare yourself enough for the reality of how the events unfold.
A bunch of strangers meet at the New Vision Head Office in Industrial Area, and head out to the unknown. Among the group we were travelling with from Urban TV, was the famous Tinah Fierce, who hosts the show, Scoop on Scoop. I am not one for TV but every popular show will always find its way to my space, and I always look it up. I had watched the show a couple times and was shocked by her boldness as she called out on the most popular personalities in town. I honestly, was looking forward to meeting her and super careful not to make news for her. Lol!
First stop was Griffin Falls, a place well hidden in the mighty Mabira Forest along Jinja road. An hour long nature walk through the forest and we finally get to the activity I was highly anticipating above all those prepared for us. Zip Lining. Yes, I had decided that come what may, I was doing it. And bold I was, while getting the gear on, until the climb started. Mother of God!! I have never been so scared in my life. By the time I got to the top of the first tree, I was shaking like a leaf on one of those trees. I even thought I would throw up when the reality of how high above the ground I was hit me. The gentlemen handling us were kind, and by far the most patient people I have met. A little pep talk and am reminded about my resolution to do this. Conquer this fear girl! And then came the push, Looooooorrrrddd!!! If they hadn’t specifically told me to pay attention to the person receiving me on the other end, I would have closed my eyes all through, while screaming my lungs, which I so sharply did. But then, what’s the beauty in not seeing the life above which I flew?
From the first tree to the sixth, I swang with the monkeys high up on the tree branches. And with every tree, my fear diminished. And just when I was getting the fun on, I had to descent back to the ground. How disappointing! And especially, what a thrill it was. If you want to defy death, or at least convince yourself that you are, Zip Lining should be on your list. It’s now checked off mine, with Bungee jumping and White Water rafting to go. Don’t ask me if I will dare, all I know is I have to try.
By now we are all friends, cracking jokes and laughing away like we knew each other before that day. A few puffs on the cigarette here and a couple swallows on beer there. We were quite a sight of excited comrades.
The venue was lit, tents prepared ahead for us, Goat roasting waiting for us and we can now call out a few names and faces off head already.
The Itanda falls was a force of nature to reckon with. Tales of rafting and dare-devil swimming on these waters were only imaginable. I just couldn’t understand why anyone would risk their lives like that. But then, I want to join the club, don’t I? So, my comment was reserved.
Earlier that day, something hilarious happened at breakfast. Someone opted for a beer and ripe banana instead of tea like everyone else. It was the talk of the moment, and all kinds of jokes were told around it. Who chooses beer and a banana for breakfast? The art of drinking alcohol was redefined for me, and I will never brag again that I have a strong head for that thirst quenching option. I met the champions. Hats off for these guys.
Many, many, many pictures later, it was time for the long awaited boat cruise to Samuka Island. What a fun ride on the waters of lake Victoria. A brief stop at the source of the Nile, and about half an hour or so of drinks, music and dancing, we get to the island. Beautiful place. I wanted to stay. It’s on my bucket list.
The trip back to the mainland and campsite at Kingfisher resort, was memorable too. Blessed by a beautiful sunset, accompanied by the best DJ mixes, we danced ourselves tired, drunk enough to evoke endless happiness and in this moment, became a family.
At dinner that night, the person that is Tinah Fierce struck me so. I wondered how she became the person she is, what or who is her inspiration, the principles she lives by. And if any, the books she reads. Fierce suits her. I looked at myself and saw shy and timid in comparison, but she was strong, with a presence you couldn’t escape. All I kept thinking is, I want my daughter to be as free to live as she. If anyone will be remembered most from this trip, it’s her. D’zyre too. The loudest duo on the team. hahahaha.
The team from Ranges Expeditions, led by Comfort, was so creative in putting this trip together and keeping us engaged all through. This is one activity I would spend my money on every other season for the love of adventure and travelling and I look forward to more trips. And again, this company would be my first choice.
I missed the final night of the trip. We went to Jinja town to watch the fireworks but especially, to experience the Jinja night life. We forgot one detail though; the entire Eastern tribe would be convening in the same town, filling up all the bars and streets alike. There was barely any place to stand and as soon as the fireworks danced to their last tune, we opted to buy drinks and head back to camp. After all, we were enough entertainment for ourselves. Unfortunately for me, by the time we arrived at camp, I could barely keep my eyes open and made straight for my tent and was soon after completely oblivious of the fun going on a few feet away. I only heard the tales at breakfast, on our way back to Kampala and they still continue, thanks to Whatsapp.
It was hesitant goodbyes as we parted ways but we also had missed home. At least I did, especially with the bugs crawling all over the same ground I had to sleep on. Not fun at all, I am still nursing an itchy skin from that dreaded encounter.
Bottom line, we had a great time. My twitter buddy @arthurtotally was part of the group and he has a tale of the Namawojjolo chicken, which he shared here: https://arthurmusinguzi.wordpress.com/2018/01/02/a-tale-of-namawojjolo-chicken/
What a trip; I read and finished a book by Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. Major achievement. I dared face my fear for heights. I made new friends and there’s still a whole world out there, waiting to be explored, and this was just the beginning.
Therefore, here’s to life and adventure.
THIS week I caught an interview on the radio in which an Iranian-born Professor and defender of human rights used a phrase that hit me right in the gut when it landed. I knew both words in that phrase and have used them before, but the power of the combination of those word s was […]
Above is an article that has given me perspective, in a way I had never seen it before. Simon Kaheru shares in depth about two words that we know and use every other day but had never put together. When used together, the meaning is deep. Before you #Slay, read this.
I had to share it.
There times am so scared of being myself. During those moments, I will doubt myself to total incapacity and wont dare attempt anything for fear of being condemned by I-don’t-know-who. That fear is crippling, and almost stops my breath. Then I have to shake myself back to reality, where I remember I am a Child of GOD and totally put my faith in Him. And then a few wise quotes come back to me like;
Some of the times I set out to write, but I feel a discomfort; an insecurity of sorts that my thoughts/feelings expressed here will be turned against me. At the same time, I know I will choke on whatever I keep bottled in. Well, I write anyway and sometimes over edit later, while trying not to change the message. This fear is not unique to writing, and neither is it unique to me alone. We all have experiences to share or adventures to explore but hold back because we wonder how we will be judged or it may directly speak against a particular person or people and you fear for their reaction. I am a work in progress, still learning how to break this pattern of living in fear. I want to be free to express myself and have learned that I simply have to express myself, without worry. So here I am. In all other ventures, I vow to take action despite the fear, especially when the end result is so desired by me.
When love comes to my mind, I think of Kenny Rogers’s lyrics. They pretty much up sum up the kinda support system I want in that man I will share forever with. And now learning that what people think of me don’t matter that much, here is him who will have my heart. See that dreams part? Very important;
I’ll be there for you
You don’t have to feel alone
Like a shadow by your side
I’ll be with you right or wrong
You stumble and you fall
But you can always lean on me
I’ll be there to see you through
I’ll be there for you
I’ll be there for you
When your dreams seem far away
Even in the darkest night
You can face the world unafraid
And if you close your eyes
You will feel me next to you
No matter what you’re going through
I’ll be there for you
Here today, here tomorrow
Through the joy, laughter and sorrow
You’re in my heart with candid souls
If you could read my mind
You’d know …
I’ll be there for you
The one who comes to your rescue
I’m the one you’ll never leave
I’ll be there for you
No matter what you going through
I’ll be there for you
We all love an exceptional customer service experience, right? Especially when you least expect it. Well, am the type of Ugandan who uses a particular bodaboda cyclist whenever I am on the road. And from the three major stages I use around Kampala, I have my guys. It’s just three of them, not many. One in the city center, another at Jinja road; who by the way works the night shift, so no worries when I want to stay out late and the most important one is at the Home stage. This one has been a loyal partner for the last six years. I sometimes wonder what I would do without him.
Well, the Jinja road stage boda guy has been very observant since he started taking me home, and given he has small but pretty loud speakers attached to his motorcycle, he asked what music I am always listening to through my earphones. Being an addict to Country music, I tell him so. And he just said; Okay. I inquired to know why he asked, and he simply tells me to remove my earphones. And then just as we are taking off, my Gentle Giant, Don Williams’s voice comes blasting through the tiny loud speakers, followed by other famous Country songs from Kenny Rogers, Alan Jackson and Dolly Parton. You can imagine my surprise and the smile I carried on my face all the way home. In fact, that trip was even shorter than everyday. With that, he won my loyalty and I call him every other evening, no matter where I am. No one else is taking my money. Hahaha.
Ever caught yourself doing the wrong thing at the wrong time? I know, that feeling of guilt and shame you get, I just felt it moments ago.
I am seated at my office desk on this Monday morning, with a line up of tasks to finish properly listed down in my notebook and spread out before me. But for some reason, my mind drifted to a place unknown. I honestly cannot tell you what was on my mind, because when I came to, I was playing a game of Mahjong on my phone. I shook my head and wondered how in the heavens I got to do that.
In case you did not know, that is a sign of boredom. And if you do not have tasks to complete on you, then you are very clearly idle. Bottom line, revisit your schedule, re-prioritize your tasks and or switch them up in a more exciting way to keep your brain awake and focused. But if, like me, you drifted off in the middle of a task, take a walk. You seriously need to re-energize your brain to focus on what’s in front of you and not drift off to things unimportant.
Strange but true. I needed a vacation after my vacation. Okay, maybe the word vacation is overrated. I took a break from work, just three days, with a weekend in between. In other words, Friday and then Monday and Tuesday. Saturday and Sunday were a bonus. But when I reported back to work on Wednesday, I swear to God, I needed to rest some more. As in, I had just come from an upcountry trip. I literally dragged myself through Wednesday. And then I crossed the line and my boss wasn’t gonna have it. She let me know how unacceptable my conduct was after I didn’t show up to work on Thursday without an explanation. Honestly, I just needed to sleep some more.
I did have have to check myself for what’s up, why I was feeling that way. I decided to blame my low energy levels on my poor physical exercise routine, low water in take and sleep deprivation. It’s true, I have been lax in those areas and I really have to step up my game. It’s on. I am up by 6:00am to workout and I am seriously considering signing up for swimming sessions in addition. Previously, it did wonders for me, my mood and my physic, it was great. Maybe that’s it!
I need an extra curricular activity. Away from work and home, a social but rewarding activity. Done! Thanks for helping me figure it out.
Let’s soar. #BreakingLymyts
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.” —Maya Angelou
Truth be told, we never really appreciate our parents until we have fully grown up. Through your younger years, it’s just about obedience to stay out of trouble and loads of feeling boxed in as a teenager. And as you grow and become a young adult, and start seeing what others have become, you then look back on your life and thank the heavens for who your parents have groomed you into. That you can start with your friends and be appreciated. And so is the story of my life. From wanting to grow up quickly so that I can leave home, I now have moments when I wish I could just go home and sit down with my mother and just talk. If my dad were still alive, it would probably be somewhat different but pretty much the same. I know, mixed feelings.
It’s been eleven years since my mother was widowed and I have not known a woman so strong, resilient, with an unshakable faith like her. I remember vividly her speech at her husband’s funeral. She stood tall and strong, and not once did she break down. I never saw her cry at all, even after. I should probably ask her if she did or maybe not. But she has been a stronger woman ever since, taking charge of affairs, the estate and all of us. I was still young, clueless about life and had just buried my promise for a great future with my dad. I was broken.
“I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.” —Abraham Lincoln
The woman I call mother prays. Presently, she is up by 4:00am to pray and goes to bed around 2:00am, after praying. Being Catholic, she has a special devotion to Our Lady, whom she carries with her everywhere. They do everything together. Her day time is a prayer in itself because everything she does, she is praying while at it. She prays for everyone, and I swear, I live on her prayers everyday, else I would be falling farther than I have in this life of mine. She will visit the sick, those in prison, the troubled she will comfort and when she is not meeting people or doing the Lord’s work, she will be in her garden digging away with the strength of 30 year old. She is 76 years old and it’s rare to find her her sitting.
The strongest aspect every single soul will remember about her always is her generosity. She is so welcoming and embracing of even the least persons. The helpless people know the way to our house, because they are sure there will be a plate of food for them. Even when we have close to nothing left for ourselves, mum will still share it with a stranger. Relatives come home for handouts and she never tires. She literally lives the message in the Gospel;
“Whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.”
Growing up, we most times did not understand why she had to open the door for everyone but overtime we have grown to learn about the great virtue of charity, which she lives her everyday life by. Love for thy neighbor is a rule in her life that she must obey and she has taught us the same, though I believe I personally still have a long way to go, to be as kindhearted as she is. I have still so much to learn from her. She is not shaken by anything in this world because she serves a living God, whom she trusts unconditionally and doesn’t allow her human weaknesses to get in the way. Stevie Wonder and Lady Gaga say it best;
“Mama was my greatest teacher, a teacher of compassion, love and fearlessness. If love is sweet as a flower, then my mother is that sweet flower of love.” —Stevie Wonder
“Acceptance, tolerance, bravery, compassion. These are the things my mom taught me.” —Lady Gaga
Therefore, when I read a note somewhere on social media that said; “Better to give me flowers while am alive, instead of putting them on my grave”, I thought to myself that if I did not appreciate this woman now, I may never get the chance. I have known four women as her best friends, and they have been my mothers too. My favorite of them was called home by the Lord a year ago today, and exactly eleven months after her, my second favorite joined her, just as she had predicted while bidding farewell to their friend. Almost three months ago, we bid farewell to mum’s cousin, the only closest relative of hers that I knew. She was born an only child and her remaining friend can barely recognize us or do anything for herself. It only felt right that I gather the best flowers and give them to her. After all, the day we bid farewell to her friend whom we remember today, she refused to lay a wreath on her casket because they had agreed to exchange the flowers in their lifetime and only say a series of prayers for each other, whoever dies first. That was significant.
Girl on a mission in me then sent out notice to everyone, asking them to write a gratitude note for her 76th birthday, which I would bind together into a book and give her to read. The love for reading is one of the greatest gifts my mother has ever given me. The most important is herself, her unconditional love and constant support. So many gifts to count. The gift of work, for the hard-worker she is; the gift of friends, because of the great relations she has maintained and how she never forgets anyone; the gift of faith and love of the Lord, a faith so firm, grounded, unshakable; the gift of motherhood, for I know I will be a better mother having been raised by her.
“A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” ―Washington Irving
Friends and family didn’t disappoint, the letters flooded in. The love and gratitude was overwhelming and accompanied by pictures to show her more love. Children, grandchildren, her friends’ children and many acquaintances all expressed their love for her. I delivered the gift, that bouquet of flowers, and her reaction was priceless. What some people wrote brought back floods of memories which she shared with us present. Beautiful moments. And above all, I really got to know her, to see the woman she is. To appreciate her struggles and efforts to give us the best.
“I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.” —Mitch Albom
I hope to be the best version of the woman she wishes me to be. That I remember all she has taught me and practice it, so that others learn from my example. And I will leave you with a text from one of the letters written to her.
“If I have done anything in life worth attention, I feel sure that I inherited the disposition from my mother.” —Booker T. Washington
I recently chanced on an audio book on YouTube about Self Esteem. I was minding my own business, just looking for a particular book by George Orwell to listen to when this title The Six Pillars of Self Esteem by Nathaniel Branden caught my eye. Self esteem, I must admit, is one of the most common issues we deal with in our everyday life, like it or not. I have had my fair share of ups and lows where this is concerned. But this book, read by author himself, has given me a new perspective on how I see myself, feel about myself ,think about myself and others at large. Therefore, when a friend of mine had a question to ask of me, I couldn’t help but notice the source of his discomfort. Somewhere within him, he feels insecure and found the perfect excuse to project this.
My friend wanted to know why I deactivated “Read Receipts” on Whatsapp. My answer of course was to avoid stress factors called “complaints” about not replying messages; whether because I delayed to or intentionally ignored the person and also when am ignored by someone who I was really hoping would answer and am left feeling so awful about myself. I would rather not know that you saw my message and ignored me, you know. Of course, self esteem comes into play here. We tend to tie how good or happy we feel on other people’s responses to us. Should they ignore or openly reject you, boy or boy, one is left crying a river, feeling the worst about themselves and more so, sinking deeper in the quicksand called self pity. Not a beautiful place to be in case you didn’t know.
Well, I had to ask why he was bothered by my choice to remove read receipts and he said, it is common of girls with multiple boyfriends and are never to be trusted. I argued of course, that was their reason, I had mine. We talked about it some more and he made it clear that he would require his lady to have read receipts or he would consider her unfaithful. I told him how I thought that kind of insecurity was baseless and tried to show him that all he had to do was build the right foundation for the relationship instead of relying on such a facade. Bottom line is, I know where that came from, I was there before. See, if you do not know exactly what you want in any given relationship, anything will be a threat to you. Even worse when you do not communicate. Earlier today, I came across this Portuguese idiom;
“He who doesn’t communicate, gets his fingers burnt.”
There are far more insecurities we deal with everyday that may go unnoticed by us because they come across as the natural way to feel or react to circumstances. I am sure you have skipped an activity you would so much have loved to be apart of, simply because you feel it is not for you, you wouldn’t fit in, right? Well, where is it written if I may ask? Who decided it is not for people like you? What would happen if you went for it anyway? These kinds of awkward feelings make us act insignificant and guess what, the universe responds to what you offer it and don’t be surprised if every time you feel less of yourself, everybody else treats you so.
I recently learned the hard fact about money. If you look for it, you won’t find it. It knows how to hide and play hard to get. If you define what you stand for and work toward fulfilling that particular purpose, regardless of whether you have the money or not, somehow the resources avail themselves. You will all of a sudden get insights on how to raise the funds. I have practiced this for the past two years and I have not been disappointed. Make it all about the money, and nothing will get done, decide on your end goal and get started regardless and the money will show up without you sweating so much. I am sharing this lesson with my friends, one person at a time. See, some things aren’t bought if you sell them to a group. One bad mouth will always kill the buzz for everyone else. Take it easy.
The insecurity of inferiority got a friend of mine in trouble last week. She had a toothache and I suggested a clinic for her to visit. But in her heart she thought she would never afford it and went to another lesser clinic somewhere and the results did not disappoint. She is in immeasurable pain right now because the guy did a bad job, broke her tooth and now she has a surgical case on her hands. This procedure is going to cost her way more than she would have spent, had she visited the right clinic as advised. Do not judge yourself from the lesser point of view at any one time in your life. Whether you have millions of money to your name or not, you deserve royal treatment and you shouldn’t settle for less because you think you can’t afford it. Many great men have left us warnings and signs and one of them reads;
“What your mind can conceive, you can achieve.”
Save yourself the trouble darling and go for the best. There is always a way, always. Therefore, don’t shy away from the best hotels in town, or the best boutiques, or the best vacations. You can always find a way to have it all. Simply decide what it is you want and a plan will come to you to make it all happen.
Define your standards and set clear boundaries for yourself and others in your life. This is one sure way I have managed to overcome my insecurities. By knowing exactly what I want and eventually how to get it, so many stereotypes have vanished from my life. Someone has done it before, find out about them and see how they did it. There is always someone out there who knows a thing or two about what you want that you don’t, ask them about it. Just like you, everyone has a past, tastes and preferences and so many other unique things about them, embrace it all. Learnt about them and what they like, see how to harmonize with them and learn from, as well as teach them something. It is better than hating on them for no justifiable reason but your insecurities.
Life deals us cards that we each interpret as we choose, and whatever the choice, there are consequences. For some, it’s an enviably jolly or seemingly smooth life and for others, it is a rough ride. I believe it is no one’s place to judge another because our experiences, and our interpretations, vary.
I have observed for a while now, that a lot is going on in your life, so much that you choose to keep to yourself, which is okay, except that it is visibly killing you not to share your life with us. The way you scream at your child says you are unhappy and partly blame the little one for your misery. Your spouse was the friendliest person we’d ever met, but now he won’t so much as say hello to a neighbor, because you got in the way of that. And the only times you have come to us, was only when situations had blown over and not much could be done to help. This has left you feeling unloved and neglected.
He complained about your attitude, and how much it is taking it’s toll on him. You check his phone and scream at whatever feminine content you see, regardless of what he has to say. You don’t care for your child as well as you ought to. Leaving him dirty and wandering around with no basic training like what to do when he wants to ease himself. People are naturally drawn to toddlers but they avoid yours because of that. We can see that it annoys you, but why should anyone do what you ought to do yourself?
You’re caught up in your own perfection that you miss the errors of your choices. The negative effects it is having on your family. You have made it hard for new people to approach you, who would make great friends and advisers. It may look cool from where you stand, feeling better than most and striving to be like the socialites most young women admire, but where you are now requires that you be more. As a woman, a mother, a wife. You have to aim for bigger, more fulfilling and rewarding goals, with which you will bless those around you. Especially your household.
Life is what we make it, for a fact. If you want the life you envision, the life with moments you envy about the other neighbors, you have to let people in and embrace them even more. No one will share pie with your son, if they know you do not like him playing with their kids. No one will come to your rescue at the break of a domestic fight, because the one battering you, you didn’t like him associating with others. Sort of you are getting what you asked for. But maybe the social aspect of himself would have kept him happier in your home too.
Open your heart to life. Life is people. People have drama. Drama makes moments. Moments become memories to treasure.
We each have the power to build the life that we will look back on and smile with pride. You can build friendships that will keep your life bright and smiling even at the worst moments in life. With these people, you can share experiences that you will tell your children and grandchildren in yonder years. You can contribute to a social life that will set your child up for life. You have heard the saying that; Your network is your net worth.
Your beautiful, full of life, with a great sense of humor, pretty stylish, with loads of potential. You’re a Phenomenal woman. Share it with others and they will enrich your life too. One Kenyan TV personality, Caroline Mutoko said that parenthood is a choice. She emphasized the decisions women ought to be aware of if they are to be the best mothers they can be. You can watch it here https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1670176906327042&id=100000042459228
PS: Here’s a beautiful poem by Maya Angelou that blesses me every time I read it. For you; Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
This letter is to no one in particular but should it touch you, then you have something to adjust about yourself. It is a combination of errors I see young women like me making where they should know better. We learn from each others mistakes and I have made a fair share of mine. Some inspired this article.