Memoirs of a petite missy

Some years ago I had seen the beginning part of the movie friends with benefit, I wanted to watch the movie but the timing was off. It had Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis as main characters, more reason I enlisted it as a must watch I could have as well downloaded the movie to satisfy my curiosity but somehow I didn’t and so yesterday I finally watched the movie. 

Sometimes life is tiring. Bucket lists refusing somehow to be ticked off, well don’t loose hope it took me 4years to watch friends for benefit and I’m totally fine with it. It probably loooks too small a defeat to be noticed but guess what, it finally happened. This definitely gave me hope that some day my aspirations would breath life.

No matter how much discouraged you feel, do not stay too long in that emotion as there are still victories to be won and bucket lists to be outdated, which is only possible by you alone.

Challenge your self, get out there often and do not to wallow in self pity my friend, no matter how enticing it looks.

Yours sincerely.

#equality
The rising talk of equal rights does not dwindle it is on its endless journey knowing fully well that women were once girls. We actually can’t outgrow that persona either because we are still one at heart or we know one.

To buttress my point I’d give you an instance.

Years back while in primary school, a female teacher had called me out because my uniform was short. Her exact words to me were ‘who do you want to seduce for putting on such uniform to school’ and if I ever came to school in those, I’d see what she had do to me. If she meant flog me, punish me or better still send me home. I can not tell as all I know was the next time I came to school was in a new pair of uniform.

This kind of statements are made everyday to a growing girl child some where.
Sometimes motives with shallow intent are muffled in misconceptions of how women are to guide themselves in a godly manner, therefore losing the real essence of purposeful living.
We’re somewhat made to understand we owe our selves to the male gender. We’re told to safeguard their feelings so we do not arouse premature feelings. We’re told to be morally updated so no one is stared in the wrong direction.
Unequal list are made for women both by themselves and by all sundry without in turn calling out men to order. We should stop partial shadiness. People will never be comfortable with our dressing, is still in line with people will never be fine with our decisions and actions. Even if we feel good and we think we look good, it’s as if there’s something raunchy with our dressing. We are somewhat made to understand that our success lies in between the success of men.
Someone once told me the external being is a reflection of the inner being but I do know also that to judge a book by it’s cover is too misled oneself and there’s need for line to be drawn somewhere.

It is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie who said;

We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller, you can have ambition but not to much, you should aim to be successful but not to successful otherwise you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage, am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important that marriage can be a success of joys, love and major support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage? And not teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments which I think can be a good thing but for the attention of men.
Because we look a certain way, should we be walked over? We all have masks from different places and we show different ones to different people.
We’re not sorry, our face sends messages and you’re picking up wrong vibes.

Cheers.

I’ve always believed true confidence is built over time from chasing your passion and discovering yourself to live purposely. As then onwards you’ll learn to be comfortable in your skin.

This was the notion I’d when I became a chorister. Even though singing doesn’t come easily to me, I still wanted to immerse myself in it as a blank slate. I knew onwards my flaws would be outlined in front of me at all times and I would have to work my way around not to focus on it. But what I didn’t sign up for was to be frequently talked down on not once but twice. I’ve heard rudely from this person reasons why I should’nt stand at the front while presenting as a group. Personally I’m fine with wherever I stand as women of esteem do not chase empty wind in living purposefully but to subconsciously pull me down because you think I’m not good enough is dampening.

You see Messages can be passed without bone of contention so I find it unnecessarily hostile to talk back, revenge, retaliate, plot or scheme against one but this has been lingering for long and somehow this person has turned the tables around that I feel guilty holding on to this rebuke. That each time, I was an obedient lamb who felt scorned later.

I’m angry at myself. Reason being why I’ll tell another fellow to approach this oppressor to open up or talk back as it would pass a message not to be taken for granted. I cannot do that for myself.

I simply walk away, tucked with bottled emotions seeking freedom and that my friend is my blocked wall.

Yours sincerely.

I’d really love to hear what passion of yours you are chasing but keep encountering blocked walls.