What Are We Mad About Today Ep. 1

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!

Story from Instagram.

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😂❤️

Not So New Beginnings

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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❤️

A little Life Update ( Not Soo Fun)

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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.

Bye❤️

Love you❤️

Our Black Panther : Our Reminder. Our Legacy. Our Magic.

A King🙅🏿‍♀️

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.

Bro🙅🏿‍♀️

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🙅🏿‍♀️❤️.

Together❤️

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🥺.

The Day Before He Died

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❤️.

Take A Walk Through The Mind Of An Overthinker😖

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.

This was me when I saw 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❤️.

Growth is a painful necessary process.

T loves you❤️.

Hear Me Out🙋🏾‍♀️

It is not Your Personal Tool

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.

Please❤️

T Loves you❤️

Somebody Take Me Back!🤒

Give me back my childhood please🥺

Inhale, Exhale, Inhale, Inhale Again😖🥺

Me Everyday.

That is how growing up has become to me. A series of deep breaths and pauses. Im tired. Physically, emotionally, spiritually and financially. In trying to put one part together, another part comes crashing down. Why is it so hard to have all your sh*t together??🤒😭 Is there a way I can talk to God directly? Not prayer oo dear, like phone call that He will answer and I will ask Him if I make it at the end???😭😭😭

Honestly, If someone told me this is how It would be I would have enjoyed my childhood and stopped playing ‘grownup’ all the time. It’s not fun at all. Now I can’t even catch a break. I’m thinking about work, I’m thinking about money, thinking about turning talents into work and I’m trying to figure out if my love life is sustainable and healthy because every aspect affects you huh?

It’s crazy, cause I really had a visual representation of what I wanted to be. At 15 I thought 25 was the age I would have this life thing all figured out😅. Im some years away from 25 now and Im just learning that I prefer my boiled yam extremely SOFT. Like Water-Water kind of soft! Lmaooo Im in my early 20’s and Im now figuring out my preferences???🤦🏿‍♀️🤦🏿‍♀️. So what was I doing all this time???🙄🙄🙄

I know what you are going to say. It’s not too late. It’s okay. You still have time. Well I know, but At the same time NO!! I don’t have time. I’m trying to make money before Im 30, before I have kids so that I can enjoy myself (God knows I deserve it😌)

and so that I give my kids all that I didn’t have.

Now think about it, with a regular Ghana pay, do you think I can have a house built and businesses built and still have 10 figures😜 in my account by 30??? Nerhh but that’s okay. We are taking it one step at a time. And right now , step one is EMPLOYMENT 😭.

Pray for me please! And I know I’m not the only one going through it. So pray for us🥰😔. All we want is strength so we don’t give up even when the odds are stacked against us✊🏾✊🏾✊🏾!

Love you guys❤️❤️❤️❤️ Bye😘😘😘😘

Pay Attention!💔

Our Bodies Are Not Yours For Taking

Abusing someone stems from a sense of entitlement the abuser believes he has. The abuser enjoys the power that comes with this. And in my opinion, thats how to fix the problem. Not telling women what to wear, where to go, who to be with, what to drink. That does not let the problem go away. It basically says you are welcome to stay even if it inconveniences me. Which is absurd. Why make room for something you don’t want?
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To make sexual abuse go away, you need to let go of your entitlement. Women are not possessions. We are not items to be owned. Our bodies do not belong to you.


So, YES, I can be wearing short skirt and showing cleavage, do you have a right to reach out and touch me??? No! —————————————————————————
I can be walking and my buttocks will be shaking. Do you have a right to comment and reach to touch it??? No!!! Can you and your group of friends make silly remarks about my body while Im passing by?? No you CANNOT. Aside it making me uncomfortable, it is Sexual Abuse. —————————————————————————


I could be your EX or your Girlfriend. When I saw Im not interested or Im not in the mood, LEAVE ME ALONE. How can a drunk or drugged person give consent about SEX?? LEAVE ME ALONE.

#rapevictimsupport #rapeawareness #rapeculture #womenempowerment

Why It Should Keep You Up At Night✊🏾.

I’m Ghanaian but I’m also Black

It’s crazy that people think Ghanaians need to have a reason in order to speak about the injustice going on in America. It’s even crazier to think that because we have our own issues as a country, we don’t have to bother about what goes on elsewhere. ————————————————————————

Why do you feel the need to invalidate our stance because we are not citizens of the said country? Yes we have our own issues in the country but how many times have YOU yourself spoken about it? Or you just remembered that we have these problems when we started helping our brothers and sisters in their fight? What makes you different from the people shouting ‘All lives matter’ to counter ‘Black Lives Matter’✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿 ??
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Let’s stray away from this fight being the right thing to do as human beings. Now, Im sure you have thought about going to America for a ‘better life’. I’m even sure you have an Uncle, A parent, A cousin, A brother/sister, or A friend living there now. What colour is their skin? What colour is your skin? We are all at risk. It just so happens you haven’t landed there, YET. —————————————————————————

I don’t think anyone needs convincing as to why Racism shouldn’t be happening. Black people have been through too much as a people to be going through this still. After many years, the fight is still the same. We are tired. And if you think there is nothing wrong with what is going on, then you haven’t been paying attention.
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To the white people who think that there is nothing wrong with what happens to black people. I want know, would you want your child to be born black? Is your answer No? Ask yourself why. The ‘WHY’ is the reason for this fight. If you want to help as a white person, acknowledge your privilege and use it to speak, use it to stand for and with us. That is the least you can do❤️

And if after this, you want to have a conversation about what we are going through as a country, sure why not? Hit my dm and let’s talk. But until then, we need to be heard. Black people have endured way to much! —————————————————————————

blackoutday2020 #blackouttuesday✊🏼✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿🙏🏾