Face Off

I realized I had no choice but to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for surgery. This was far from easy as images from the past filled my mind...

#Forever…

15 years without his smile, 15 years without his voice, 15 years without his hugs...

No Longer Slaves.

Many months ago I suffered a mental illness which the doctors termed as Post-partum Psychosis. This term according to Wikipedia, is ‘a term that covers a group of mental illnesses with the sudden onset of psychotic symptoms following childbirth’. ‘A typical example is for a woman to become irritable, have extreme mood swings and hallucinations, and possibly... Continue Reading →

He Was…

He was a good friend, he was always there. Available to tend to all my needs and requests, a great listener, a believer. He lifted me up when I was down, fought my battles with me, cried when I cried, laughed when I laughed. It was perfect. What more can one ask for in a... Continue Reading →

Mysteries

There are many things I classify as a mystery. For example, my unending love and cravings for bread, my child looking so much like my MIL, how some people pronounce words incorrectly e.g. "Pint" (pant), the love of a mother towards her child(ren), why most men cheat, why most women despise their MILs, the closeness... Continue Reading →

Nearly Broken

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, 'Dupe are you okay?' she asked. I was not sure I knew the answer to that question. My head was heavy as I heard the song over and over again 'Woju o...' I was not quite sure why that particular song hunted me. I mean it was... Continue Reading →

Life After…

Splattering, splashing. Frantically I waved both hands in a desperate move to be saved. No one seemed to notice. They all went on with their lives as if my life meant nothing. I got pulled in again, these tides aren't joking! I didn't picture my end of life like this! It was supposed to be... Continue Reading →

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