Things That Make Us Human

Thing I love most  about meeting and interacting with new cultures is that you get to interact with stereotypes and cancel them out like asap. We judge people based on what we believe in and they judge us based on what they believe in. The beauty of life is that we are all different and our differences make life spicy and interesting. It really sounds cliché but I don’t think most of us really internalise it.

Quiyi and Felix in Maasai Mara, Kenya

I had the pleasure of meeting this two lovely souls from China who study in Germany and I found myself saying eywwww countless times when they repeated that they eat dogs and cats. What touched me most was when Felix said ‘people hate Chinese people because of this’. It made me a little sad because we judge other humans too much just because they are not accustomed to what we do. Not so many people eat dogs in China anyway and there is nothing wrong for the few who eat them. There are things that we do as Africans as well that seem super weird to Europeans or other people and vice versa but that’s just who and how we are. I think we need to learn how to judge less and empathise with other cultures.

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Me and Qiuyi 

My take away from meeting Qiuyi and Felix is that you can learn so much from people when you lay down all judgements. Life becomes so easy, enjoyable and peaceful. There are no superficial barriers, just two humans telling each other things. Things that make us human.

Grey Colors

I could see the streets through you

The grey colors staring

The laugh of the wind

The funny characters in your head

and the majestic glory of the sun

You are love

Life

You are the present

Wings

First Love

So I wrote this poem feeling a bit lost and I kept having this conversation with myself about how to move from this place of self hate and self criticism. My dad left just after I was born. Most people think divorce Is easy and you can just move past it. Am still feeling it’s effects at 23 years of age. To lose that first love is so difficult and even though I was lucky to get a stepfather who loved me and supported me in all aspects of my life, I still feel empty sometimes. At the base of it all is the fear of rejection.I have felt the effects of divorce filter through my relationships with friends,  with men, opportunities and even with myself. Sometimes I could give so much of myself and then most times I never got any reciprocation. One time I REALLY liked this guy, he had told me a couple of times that he didn’t like me but I kept pushing and pushing, hoping he would come around. One time he hit on a close friend of mine in front me and she flirted back, to make the matters worse. I cried every night for two weeks and I kept asking myself why so many times. This is not the first instance and it has happened in friendships as well. And it’s so hard to say this but I have felt alone so many times. At times i get scared of writing because am afraid of rejection and Sometimes I want people to really see through me or at least try understand why I react the way i do sometimes and maybe fill this void and it’s hard. But I know it’s only I who can fill it but oh it’s so difficult.

I know I will attract the right people when my cup is full someday and perhaps am halfway there because I have started seeing some people I have come to cherish sticking around.

Here is the poem ☺ Lemme know your thoughts and if you have experienced this, please share your stories, I’d love to hear them and maybe we can share a few tips on self love as well.

Sometimes my mind runs
This emotions
They overwhelm me
The constant chatter
Of why am never picked
Or why I never pick myself
Where did I go wrong?
How did I get here?
I remember him leaving
And am lost in tears
My first love walked away
The purest of them all
How am I supposed to love myself?

Pink Beast

She rolled out of bed, warm
Dragged her to the kitchen, shaking
Pushed her to the walls, angry
She begged for release, screaming
She could not let go
But she pushed and pushed
He let go

Power

Power

You sit there
Like a wounded cat
Broken
Sly
Lost

Above all
Powerless
You walk like everyone owns you
Like everyone’s donated their breath
Pity

If only you new
How much power you hold in you
The lengths you could go to reach higher Power
Beauty

Wake up!
You got this
Only you can change this situation
Only you can steer your own direction
Only you can become who you want to be

The cracks on my feet

Rumble like drums near a fire
They twist and dance
To a music so foreign
It hurts

The cracks are slow
Somewhat bitter
Sweet to the other turn
It hurts

My feet step as though burnt
By a fire so foreign
Turn me the other way my love
It hurts

“We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.” 
― Anaïs Nin

“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” 
― Anaïs Nin

Cornrows

Do not let my cornrows fool you
They sit tight
But they loosen sometimes

This little hairs peek
It’s growth
Slow but incremental

Do not let my cornrows fool you
They shrink when cold
But elongate when stretched

This little ends
They curl sometimes
Their beauty only visible to a careful eye

 

John Lennon

When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps