Clutters of bulky bags, brown boxes and white tables greeted me when I entered the back room of the City Gallery Wellington. It was 4.20 in the afternoon when I arrived in my patterned maxi skirt from Factorie, rainbow flipflops, Africa Fashion Festival New Zealand team shirt and white blazer. I thought I was late. But only two faces from the team welcomed me into a hurdle. Forty more minutes until we could transform the venue. So… Coffee. Continue reading →
So… poetry is something very foreign to me. I’ve read only those I am required to read in my years as a student. Therefore, this is something I have no idea where it came from. It started with 20 lists of facts about me on a social media tag and the idea that I wanted it to be all lies except the last. I originally wanted the end to be the clichéd “ooh but I just lied.” I wasn’t intending to write a poetry at all but I knew early on I wanted to play a little bit with language for every bullet point. At first I thought maybe I’ll tell all lies and confess to the readers at the very end, but the idea of mystery evoked within me so I played around a little bit more. This is my very first poetry. It’s not intended to be dark, just light and confessional. Hope you enjoy! It’s entitled Twenty. Continue reading →
Readings upon readings are now piling up ever more as the second semester of University starts. Still, there’s always time to get lost and take a break before going back to reality. Instead of writing about everything I read over the internet, instead piling them into a list will be much generous. Have fun and learn!
About four hours before the movie, I’m having my usual late breakfast convinced I will head home after my one hour class. An hour later, I am stranded in the school library listening to the aggressive drops of rain onto the roof of the library forcing me to wait til it mellows down a little. I have planned on not attending – I was already formulating an excuse as to why I couldn’t show up. But as the clock gradually move forward and the weather making me want to stay in the city a little longer, I find myself booking a seat at the movie showing of Half of a Yellow Sun as a fundraising event for the Africa Fashion Festival this year presented by ADJOAA Inc. Continue reading →
I still could not forget the moment I watched my face get drenched in tears while curled into a ball trying to hold my heart as it gets chewed up one tiny bite after another. That year, I experienced my farthest most painful fall from where I was on top of the world. I’m glad to say that depression was far behind me now. Unfortunately, I found myself walking aimlessly through life. Looking without seeing. Breathing but not feeling. I almost welcomed depression back just to feel something rather than feel nothing at all. A few weeks ago, I was watching romantic comedies to ease the boredom of waiting for the next semester to arrive and was surprised that time had passed by rapidly. I felt sorry for myself when reality struck me once again: I’ve got nothing to offer myself besides watch unrealistic love stories.
Who am I when I’m not a girlfriend? I asked myself. Who am I when I’m not the punchline to my brother’s jokes? When I’m not a student? When I’m not a daughter, or a sister or a friend? Who am I really? What is there for me to offer myself? Because of all of these questions, I sank back into loathing my life. I began to think I was nothing and I had nothing, yet again. And because of it, I was so close to breaking up with my boyfriend blaming him for breaking my heart a few years back. It also caused me to hide from my friends and dreading hanging out with them. In truth, I was denying the reality that I was afraid of my own responsibilities to myself. Even after I promised myself that I will start loving myself last month. But a few weeks back, I was determined and motivated to change how I see myself and that brought me to welcoming Radical Self Love into my life one day at a time. Continue reading →
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