This month has gone fast. Wayy to fast and it took all my money along with it. January is usually one of the long months, but this time, what happened??? Also, when erh? When Will I finally stop talking about money? When? Bruh. This poverty thing is too much for me. I need to retire👩🏿🦯🙄.
Anyway hello. I didn’t greet. I just went straight into complaining 🤦🏾♀️. Im sorry. How have you been? How has 2021 been so far? Loving it? Still dealing with 2019 fears and battles? Embracing life as it comes? Yeah I really hope you are hanging in there❤️
I didn’t want the month to go away without me saying hi and telling you sweet empty nothings. 😝. I have a couple of things I want to be intentional about this year. And I know we all have resolutions and stuff we want to get done. Im happy you want to be better and do better. I’m proud of you for seeing a gap in your life you want to fill.
And I hope you do. Every single one of them. But I’m here to tell you to take your time and enjoy every single moment of the journey. Life is all in the moments we just go through. It’s in all the bad days and good days. All the mistakes. Broke days. I-go-kill-you-with- Enjoyment days. All the I’m-tired-of-this days.
And sometimes you will forget.
You will forget to look up and smile. You will forget you will eventually get through this too. You will forget this too shall pass and You will be hard on yourself. You will break down. You will fall apart. And it’s OKAY. 100% OKAY.
Just don’t stay down for too long my dear. The view is too beautiful at the top and I can’t be alone❤️
Love you! One down, 11 months to Go! And We are still Kpenkpenshi’ing in this life thing❤️.
I should probably end the year talking about all things new and washing away all things old. But the old things gave rise to the new wins and I don’t really like to let go of much.
Truth is, Im a hoarder. If you ever wrote me a letter in Shs, best believe I still have that. Maybe not the letter in it’s entirety, prolly an envelope or the piece of the paper because I don’t really have much of a personal space so these things are not in 100% order but trust me, it’s there.
This year has been great for this blog. If you’d admit. I wrote more than I ever have here. A lot of bullshit but still my shit and I wrote the hell out of it. Yeah let me give myself fans it’s not easy , especially with the year we have had.
One thing that stood and still stands out for me this year is how I walked out of situations that weren’t serving me. From family, to relationships, to work life!
This exact date last year, I needed God to help me out of a toxic home environment. That was my number 1, if not only, prayer point for my 31st night and the next day I was out!! Tbh it felt sooo surreal. Like yo? This fast???
Ohhh and Of course typical Pessimistic me kept looking for the other shoe to drop.
I kept looking for the catch, but it’s been EXACTLY a year and I do not regret leaving at all! The win for me tbh was when I got out of a work environment that was itching my body😂😅😂 and guess what???? God came through for me 🧚🏾♂️🧚🏾♂️🧚🏾♂️🧚🏾♂️
I also submitted my pieces to ‘contests’ and One came THROUGHH!
Super excited about this one because honestly It took a lot of convincing and building of confidence to even think of submitting. Oh and before I forget, shoutouts to all of you who see these contests and send it to your girl. Like yooooo!! You dey see me like that????
Tbh I think if Im too sum the year in a sentence, it is definitely ‘ Get the hell out your Comfort Zone Beech’. And Im super grateful for it cause ALL these harsh choices. EVERY SINGLE ONE of them has birth something so fulfilling and beautiful.
I know we have all cancelled 2020 but trust me this has been the year that has turned me inside out, washed me inside out and has me standing here, smiling. I have loved most part of this year because in the long run the things I hated (Covid aside) were actually things I needed to let go.
And you, yes you my sugar, have been here holding my hand and reading these long ass texts, laughing, commenting, sharing and replying my annoying ass BROADCASTS. Even this last Broadcast before you opened this link🤣🤣🤣🥺🥺🥺. Thank you soo much I appreciate you.
I’m not going to write anything about 2021. We are just ready for it. Whatever it is, we will face it Maafiaa. Because whyy?? Because we are kpekpenshie🤨.
All I want from you is to love yourself , put yourself first, so far as you are not killing anybody. Comfort zones are not always growth zones. So take risks! Leave the toxic relationship! Leave the toxic house! Get A job you love or gives you enough money to buy the things you love😛😛. You barb?
Catch you same time, next year, with my rants and things that annoy me. Love you love you love you😍😍😍😍😍
Hi There! So If you read my previous post you already know what is about to go down. I think I need to use an Acronym for this. How about WAWMAT. Yesss I like it!!!!! Anyway anyway let’s not get distracted.
Disclaimer : This is me writing with hunger, mixed with anger. So maybe it’s going to be hot. Or not. I don’t know. Let’s seee
Just last week I asked this question on my Instagram and I had a lot of #WeMove’s #WeLocomote . Now , while Im psyched for this. I would like to explain something.
A lot of you are going to say ‘oh it was just one hit, oh he was drunk, oh give him another chance, and the one that PISSES ME ALL THE WAY OFF. ‘It is marriage o, you don’t just get up and leave, talk things out’. Brb Im serving food…..
Okay I’m back . So like I was saying, I get the whole marriage is work thing okay? I get it. I know you are supposed to work to keep it going, but NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF YOUR LIFE. YOUR HAPPINESS AND SAFETY. Please. Something we forget is how much physical and emotional damage one hit can do. Someone can be damaged by one hit. You don’t have to wait for 20 more before the sense locates you.
What kind of person are you if alcohol makes you lose control? So every-time you drink you will hit your woman? Everytime your man drinks you will be walking on egg shells? Have you even see drunk people? They walk around spilling secrets and truths. Now tell me, your drunk state is a different person from you.
People walk out of marriages all the time, you won’t be the first. Marriage is not the end of life. Marriage is not the ultimate purpose of life. Please.
Someone told me you have to exercise patience and help the person change. It was the ‘change’ for me tbh😂😂. Because WHOOT??? Even ordinary ‘oh baby eyaa post my pictures’ how many of you are still begging your manz to do it??? Ordinary calls and texts, how many are still begging men they are dating to do this. And you want to CHANGE a whole ABUSIVE partner??? Haq haq haq
You CANNOT change anybody, unless the person WANTS to change him/herself. You will be exercising patience and today you will lose your teeth, tomorrow you will break a bone, the nextweek, you are being lowered 6 feet with your patience in the casket with you. And that’s on AWUDOME.
Don’t be mistaken. I LOVE LOVE. Ive had my heart broken soo many times but I definitely believe in love and I want to marry. NOBODY is perfect but you have to do this life thing with someone who is worth all the shit you will go through. And Dying, losing apart of you, constantly being unhappy IS NOT one of them. We come into this life alone. Na so we go go
To the women who stay because of their kids. I understand. Trust me I do. A woman was being beaten constantly and stayed, for her kids. Do you know when she left? The man poured Acid on her face. ACID. Now she is deformed. The kids she stayed for can’t even recognize her. She can’t move on with her life, but the man??? Ohh on to the next!
I’m sorry if it’s too graphic but I had to show you. You need to see it charle.
Aside that, your kids see the Abuse. That fucks them up. Badly. They end up being messed up or abusive or both. Nobody wants that for their child.
Yeah I think that’s all I have to say. The Anger has gone down. It’s a new morning and I’m not as angry so I’m going to stop here.
Catch you same time, same feelings, same place, next time on my blog😂. I love you❤️. I may be angry, but I love you😂❤️
Hi there! Whew what a year we are experiencing. I hope you are hanging in there… Okay no, but really What else can you do aside hanging in there? It’s not like we have another Earth we can go chill out at , till this passes.
Imagine that, every time some shit happens you get to go to Earth 2, or Earth 2.0, just to chill out. With the things going on in 2020, I’m pretty sure the place would be over-crowded now and I for one, would be the first people to enter and lock the door. 🥴
Anyway, I’m about to start something not-so-new here. Not-so-new because I already do this and honestly I don’t know why I don’t do it here. Maybe I get lazy, Maybe it’s too much for me in that moment and when it passes, I forget. Maybe. I said Maybe. But I talk about all types of things on my status and Ig. Especially about women and the shit the world forces down our throats.
Lot of things get to me. I get emotional about a lot of things I can’t change. And for Now, (Because Im gonna be a RICH AUNTY SOON )
P.S. I hope you read that with an ACCENT. yeah, the only thing I got is my voice and I’m going to start using it here too.
So yeah expect a lot of talk and anger from me. And it will all be coming from a place of love. Because why nah????😘.
Some people have said I should start a podcast But I’m not really good at speaking. I can only do like some scholar when I’m writing.
So yeah this is my outlet. And if you ever have varying views, I can’t promise I will be nice. I mean it depends. Sometimes people say dumb shit. Sometimes people want to genuinely learn or push an idea across. Sometimes too, my passion is in the moment, or The anger hasn’t died down yet and I won’t be able to read in between the lines. So I’m not going to promise you anything. Just that I’d be here to respond to every comment, so far as I have something to say.
As always, T Loves you😘. Stay Safe. Wear your Mask. And Sanitize every 10 secs. Cause Man’s Hot but Covid Hotter 🌚. Byeeee❤️
I know, I know what you are thinking , and trust me I’m not about to write sad things about how adulting sucks and how I feel like I can’t breathe under the water. (Trust me, it still feels like that). But today is all good vibes and butterflies. A LOT of butterflies 🦋🦋🦋🦋
I’ve been having a rough couple weeks (Expected, I mean It’s in the Adulthood manual ,comes with the full package). However I’m not broken down by it because I have a constant reminder that these things are only temporary and happiness is really living in the moment, here and now.
The last thing I want to do is sound cliché but you know how people say surrounding yourself with people filled with light is the best way to fill yourself up too. Yeah that’s it for me okay???
This year has been tough. I’ve had a lot of reasons to just break down and give up on this life thing. But this year has also been GREAT. I mean SOO GREAT because of the very things I could have broken down for. You barb???
The things that made me sad this year, are things that needed to go. I was just comfortable in my familiarity. I was soo scared of what could be out there that I settled for what I had cause ‘the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know’. Buttttttt and this is me being cliché again, darling, you need to take that risk and find out what you are missing!!!🐌
Good things. Just Good things happening all around me and I don’t think Ive said thank you to God enough. So please when you have time, just say Daddy Yesu, Tawiah says she sees You and she loves You. Say it for me okay? Thanks❤️❤️
I pray that good things find you too , especially in this year. The year is almost done but you know how God do,
Before we begin, this is a venting, sad and depressed post. Warning! Only go further if you are strong enough to handle. Truth.
My life has been shit the past 3 weeks. Ironic because 3 weeks ago this same time last year, is the reason why my life is currently shit. Im not ready to talk about why yet. I may never be. But you will eventually find out. And I just want to say it because sometimes it feels good to know that you are not the only one going through it🥺.
I don’t know what to add, cause Ive literally said everything in one paragraph. I make jokes a lot, about being tired and unmotivated. About being broke and about choosing money. I mean I still think I’d choose money but bro, Im legit going through it. And money cant fix it, but Like I always say, I’d rather cry in Bali, than in Newtown, Lapaz station🤷🏿♀️. I think lowkey, Im making this post to remind myself never to put me, in such a position again.
It’s funny cause I know eventually, I will. But it’s not going to be for a lonnggggggggggg while. Im here at work, eating beans ( my second or third favorite btw) and Im glad i dont have a little sister, cause wow, Ive made soo many bad decisions and I don’t see where my life is headed. How am I going to be an example? L3l
Many of you have sent me writing contests. Ive seen them and I badly want to participate in them. But I cannot write😂. Everything I write is sounding too painful and Im tired of it.
You know what? Im done. I dont have anything sensible to say. Im tired, Im sad, Im angry at myself and at people. And Im just tired.
I woke up scrolling through statuses and expecting to see a particular text that didn’t even come through. I see Hashim’s status update and I see Black Panther there with some RIP 😳😳 and Im like hold up????😳🤒Am I awake?? What is this? Huh? RIP as in??? Like How Long Have I been Asleep??? 😳What?
After my confusion, I went on twitter , cause I wasn’t sure what was going on.
The first time they played Black Panther, I slept through some part. I did. It was at Vodafone Insomnia and I slept through. I was soo tired but I wanted to see it because of the whole craze it came with. When I finally got to see it, I didn’t understand the whole fuss about it. I was like okay cool, this is some nice movie okay yh, but why??? 🤷🏿♀️
Then I went to social media, read the tweets, saw the blogs, that’s when I understood why we HAD to be crazy about it. The importance of this movie. The representation It gave us, as black people. The hope and clarity it gave our small brothers and sisters. Cause now they see that , black people can be magic too. Black people are superheroes too.
He probably got the role and was like ‘I need to do this. My people, we need this. I’d play this role and give it my best so that my people know we got this. Let me do this before God takes me away’. I cannot believe he was going through it and was jumping and hitting M’baku ( Camera tricks I know) but whew!!!!! A Forking King!!!!!🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️
I didn’t watch more than 3 of his movies. I wasn’t a Crazy fan. But his death has hurt me soo much. What he meant to us. He had all of us loving our blackness. He had us feeling proud of this continent. Even though things here are a bit shitty. Within that period we were proud. So proud. And the World, my God, the world saw us, in our blackness, through our blackness and for our blackness🙅🏿♀️❤️.
Rest In Power Chadwick Aaron Boseman. Rest Knowing that while in your pain, you made the world stop, watch and listen for your people! Rest Easy T’Challa. You are true king. Thank you for being a part of something that reminded us of our power and our magic!!!❤️❤️❤️🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️
Wakanda Forever !!🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️🙅🏿♀️
P.S. when the museum scene came and they said Ashanti Region, Ghana, OMO COME AND SEE YOUR BABE!!!!! I WAS SOOO EXCITEEEEDDDD!!!! 😘✊🏾
I love you guys soo much! Let’s stay strong in this!❤️After this year, Daddy God has to give everyone 100 million dollars to say Well done, you are strong my child, before the new year comes🥺.
Rejection hurts. So bad. Ive never been one to submit my pieces for any reason at all. It has taken me a million light years to even get to the point of sharing it with you, my people❤️. I have always felt like if I submit a piece and it’s not picked, then I’m not really cut out for this writing thing. But like I said the last time we were here, I’m growing and though it HURTS like pins and needles, I need to do it.
Long and short, I submitted 3 pieces to a writing ‘contest’ last month and I wasn’t picked. But I REALLY love what I put down. I love them soo much cause I haven’t written anything like them in a while.(Life is really kicking my ass and tins🤒). So I’m here to share them with you, starting with what the title says😋. Let me know what you think. If you like it, contact me, lets tswaa squad for those judges okay?😏🤧
The Day Before He Died.
Ive heard people say that they know. Before they leave us, they know. So why didn’t he tell us. Why didn’t he set his foot down and yell -Like he did whenever I asked for new shoes or to go for an excursion that was priced heavily over our heads -Why didn’t he press for my brother to be there, by his side, for the last. Why didn’t he ask if there were wonders I’d like to see. Things I’d like to know. Why didn’t he hug my mother like a soul clinging to it’s savior.
The day before he died I listened to his heart beat as he slept. It was slow, careful and weighing with all the stories it held. Of a little boy who had to carry the world to become something. Of a man who cared less about the cracks in his shoes and more about how long his children spent behind the television. All the stories we never knew to ask. A history we never knew existed.
I had questions stuck on my tongue. Eager for answers, but too afraid to crawl out of my mouth. I wished I had news to share to see that pride that washed on his face in 2001 as he shouted to our neighbors that his daughter placed 4th in her first exams.
The day before he died it was pouring outside. I saw him look out the window. I heard him whisper to the wind at midnight. Telling her to carry his love to our home, like a song. To remind my mother that she was the greatest journey of his life. To teach his daughter that there is strength in leaving a love that leaves you open and a bleeding war field. To make peace with the son, who would learn that this anger cannot mask the guilt of his absence.
There you go. Into my archives Part 1😂. Hit me with all your thoughts ❤️. As always????? Yh you got it right! T loves you❤️.
Was that okay? Should I add more emojies so that he knows I really mean the ‘Thank you’. Should I do more to show that Im really grateful? Like should I smile at her and greet her everytime because she helped me carry the bags? Or is that too much? Should I just pass by? I don’t want her to think Im ungrateful. But what if Im doing too much??What does this text mean? Is there more to what he is saying?🤦🏿♀️😣🙁
This is what goes through my mind every single day. When I post a picture and you comment. When I write something and you comment . When you help me do something. When I say something to you and your response is not what I expected. It’s really crazy for me and I don’t know if Im alone in this but it’s stressful.
Imagine you telling Me something, and what you said is EXACTLY what you meant. Guess what Im doing behind the scenes? Im dissecting every single thing. From your tone to the way you even framed your entire sentence.
Sometimes it’s not that deep but me this. Madam Philosopher, Deep Thinker. Worrying my little head over absolutely NOTHING🤦🏿♀️
I read a tweet that said that people like me, who overthink stuff, sometimes it’s because of self esteem issues. I don’t remember exactly what it said, but I was soo triggered I ran away from the tweet.
I dont know why Im telling you guys but Ive been coming to terms with things about myself and accepting responsibilities. So yeah this is just me sharing and venting and hoping to get better❤️.
It’s been a crazy ride on twitter these past days. Lots of learning, relearning and definitely some unlearning.
In as much as we talk about rape and rape victims, we have to acknowledge that there is a percentage, who ride on the fight against rape, for their own gain. There are women who falsely accuse men, just to get back at them or make them pay.
You may not agree with me. You may think false accusations are nothing compared to the actual fight. You may think the percentage is insignificant and not worth mentioning.
This is wrong. For one, we are ALREADY STRUGGLING with getting people to actually listen and believe rape victims without asking the ‘what were you wearing’ questions. False accusations set us back and give people more reason to not listen. Rape isn’t a topic to have an ‘opinion’ on. It is simply wrong. We are struggling with driving that thought home.
Also, what difference is there between a rapist and a false accuser? Think about it. You are just as bad a rapist cause you are also taking advantage of your ‘power’ and your ‘supposed sense of entitlement’.
We are fighting a battle. We are fighting with all our might. Trying to change the world. Trying to change the way people think. It is not your personal weapon. People have feelings, people have reputations, people matter to people. Please.
Before you taint OUR FIGHT, think about the million women who are struggling to find their voice to fight. Think about those who have and were not listened to or believed. Think about the rapists and how YOU are helping them do it to another. Helping them to be Free.