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1000 HANDS

No one likes awkward silences right?

Like the silence that follows after a lecturer asks a question and the students are dead silent but the lecturer is not willing to let the  answer go so easily.

Trust me when I say that silence is way more awkward than walking in on your best friends having a go at each other… another story for another day my darlings.

And I know because, I have been on both sides of this situation,the teacher students one I mean get your mind out of the gutter yall.If I have been able to let you picture that awkward feeling successfully then half my job is almost done.

Add restlessness and a drop of loneliness and you can fully appreciate what I am driving at.I cannot overemphasize how crazy it drives me when I am stuck in a monotonous rut.

Its like using a stick to keep poking your skin.Or watching disney princess always being saved by prince charming…ugh!Its uncomfortable as hell.

So call me strange but I love challenges .I love how you must adapt to suit whatever the challenge may be and finding ways to overcome them.

Frankie was fresh out of school with only her knowledge in hand and happy take on the world.She had not really been told about how the job world was a jungle and no one was going to baby you.

Without a doubt she set out determined to apply whatever she had learnt from school to heal the world.Now there was nothing wrong with that but, the world and especially the job market was full of people with the crude idea of making people bend to their will.

So she worked hard to get to work in the field she had trained for but they all wanted someone with experience.Plesae tell me how people can get experience when no one is willing to give them a chance to get that experience.

Soon Frankie realised that to get something she never had she must do something she’s never done before.Of course there was a particular goal she wanted to attain; a particular place she wanted to reach.However to get there she was going to have to pass through a lot of tunnels just to get there.

She was to pass through a 1000 hands to get to exactly where she wanted to get to.These 1000 hands were the bad experiences, the footprints she made, the marks she carved in people’s hearts to get to her pot of gold.

Sometimes what we may want to do may not come wrapped in the shiny paper we expect it to.But what we need to realise is that all these 1000 hands we go through better prepare us for the place we dream of.

If you aren’t like me and idleness doesn’t drive you up the wall then take a step and try something you may never have thought of trying as long as its legal.Lets keep it clean people.

I promise you that these 1000 hands open doors to those 1000 opportunities written in your fate.Its worth a try.

Is there anything you had go through, before getting to your dream ,that you realised was good for you in the end? Share with me in the comments below.

Till I say goodbye to my 1000th hand, keep smiling darlings!

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BREAK A SWEAT

Currently I am wondering..

Am I being too harsh?

I don’t want to even be a fool for love so why  be a fool for April?

Is this even necessary?

Am I overthinking?

Just like that one of the most stressful days of the year is back again; the dreaded 1st April.

This might seem a bit over the top but desperate times call for desperate measures.Am sitting here contemplating if a secret someone just broke to me, while swearing by everything holy , is true.

Truth be told,I have successfully protected myself from all their pranks this year and I will be damned if I fall for one on the most obvious day of the year.Don’t look at me with that weird eye as if I’m crazy because you are thinking the same thing.

But in true Sagittarius fashion while taking my daily dose of ‘overthinking’ my mind wandered off to people who seem to break a sweat over what people may find easy to deal with.

A few days ago the internet especially twitter was divided over an issue where a female celebrity tried to commit suicide. People accused her of  cheating on her current boyfriend when a picture of she and her ex boyfriend surfaced on instagram.

People insulted and accused her unnecessarily while she denied everything. Some hours later there was a picture of her on a bed in the hospital room with I.V’s all on her arm.Then came the great division.

Some were confused as to why she would to try kill herself over and I quote ‘a trivial matter such as cheating’ and that she was doing it just for attention.Others felt she has some issues with depression already hence her resorting to suicide.

It is never our place to say what should affect a person and what shouldn’t.Whatever we are today is as a result of series of events that happened in our past.People literally fought through addictions,abuse, pain and suffering just to be here today.

Your demons you fight may be dust to someone else and vice versa.So no one has the right to  judge what someone should break a sweat over.We all react to situations in different ways.

Mental health disease is very real and its high time people started realizing that. We should learn to support people and not judge them for their decisions.

April fools may make me break a sweat but you may just brush it off like ‘pfttt’.

I may have a slight fear of rooms with open doors and you may not even care whether the door to a room you are in is open or closed.

That is the beauty of diversity.

Is there anything that makes you break a sweat that people find strange? You can share with me in the comments below.

Till I cross this river called 1st April, stay lovely darlings!

 

 


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RECIPE

A dash of this, a sprinkle of that and a pinch of this will do the trick.

And there you have it, a perfect (insert whatever it is you were imagining while reading the first sentence).

Isn’t that how it always goes?

I speak for myself and hopefully most people out there who have sat through long lectures of what may be called the “keys to success”. What they fail to tell us is success is a recipe only you can make.

They say walls have ears meaning possibly, this is me speaking hypothetically so pardon me if it does not make much sense logically, they have mouths as well.

With this in mind, it is safe to say the walls of my bathroom have a lot to say about my various attempts to turn the bathroom into a world stage.

Yes! I was one of the millions of teens out there wanting to chart on the billboard and having everyone jamming out to my song. But that’s a story or another day.

Fast forward to my days in the university. I was determined to be a self-made entrepreneur and boy did I try. Everyone else around was coming up with one thing or the other which would become the next trend.

Thus begun my journey of joining many agencies and companies where I attempted many roles; sales marketer, sponsorship seeker, event organizer etc. I pulled my friends along in the process so I could have someone to complain with when things got tough.

You can guess how all these business ventures went. So I thought I was not applying enough commitment to these ventures.

Scroll down to today as I lecture students in Spanish, I cannot believe how I have successfully ignored most trends and made one for myself.

If we are going to be honest, ask a lot of singers now their key to success and they would tell you about staying true to your sound and playing honest music. Others would also tell you how hard work beats talent.

The truth is there is no real recipe for success. Success is how you add your own personal touch to whatever goal you are working towards. Because let’s face it, not everyone is aggressive, a good communicator, a creative genius or a naturally charming person.

But one thing you can count on is the fact that once you find your niche, that special ingredient that works for you and makes your confidence shine through, your recipe would be complete.

So take the plunge, find out your interests, your strengths and your capability and viola, piping hot success awaits you.

Till my next recipe, stay cute darlings!


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SOMETHING HAD TO DIE…

Not to kill the vibe or anything but put your hand up if:

PS: I mean mental raising your hands because it would be just weird if you randomly did that in public. I mean imagine the stares and I don’t to carry the guilt of doing that to you. Okay, I may have gotten carried away for a second; but to the issue at hand.

At one point or another in your life, what everyone accepted “in thing” just didn’t make sense to you.

Yeah don’t run away from your rebellious streak even if it was something as petty as arguing out which part of the pizza was the best.

How about putting up your hand if you didn’t want to be the ‘anti’ one and therefore went with the flow. Come on don’t be embarrassed…we can’t all be carrying placards screaming our justice for our thoughts.

Point is, if you participated in the little exercise above you may or may not have giggled at how silly you were trying to fit in with the in crowd.

Or how ridiculous you had to behave to get that crush notice you.

Probably not all these situations ended up in laughter but some actually ended in real tears. Whether it is because you got up and realized you deserved better or your best was totally ignored by someone who you saw as irreplaceable, you moved on from that situation.

Cheers to you!

Because hey…what’s a love that doesn’t keep you up all night and all day right?

No matter what road you took to get to the self-empowered or strong person you are today, something had to die.

It could have been an illusion, a perception, a feeling or a fantasy. But only when did that thing die did you feel alive.

Sometimes when we lose some things we are inconsolable at that moment. We try to retrace our steps to figure out where we went wrong.

But honey…it isn’t always your fault. Something had to be crushed to make space for something better.

So anytime something dies, cry it out, sip some tea and pull yourself together because what’s coming right after is going blow your mind, in a good way.

Till we overcome that next death….bye darlings.


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STAY ‘WOKE’

Well aren’t you looking pretty poking your little head through the tons of promises you have buried yourself under.

Promises that are weighing so heavy on you just because you lost courage along the way or forgot why you made them anyway.

Yes! It happens to the best of us. Every year we end it with the question “how did I even end up here in the first place”

No doubt this year is going to bring that same feeling of déjà vu if we approach it the same way.

Yeah! We scream New Year means a fresh start.

But is it really?

Being a psycho magnet is not that easy especially when you keep attracting the aggressive kind of guys. This pattern has run along in your life for years and you feel like this is the year to stop this menace.

Yes you say it, but what you are actually going to do about it? You can’t just expect the new year to drive away those ‘bad guys’ from your life.

Remember it’s a New year not a repellant.

It’s up to you to stop looking for the wrong things in people and actually find people who would build you up.

Believe it or not those men only come into your life because you allow them to.
The race for social media acceptance is no joke.

Seriously it can cause migraines for days.

Because obsessing over the number of likes you would receive on your recent instagram post is enough to cause pounding headaches.

Many people spend hours making up, finding the right angle and outfit just to take the perfect picture for their followers.

Yes models do that but I haven’t been informed of any policy where the number of likes on a picture determines the dollars in your account.

Seriously, we need to go on a social media detox once in a while so we can actually spend time with the people that matter around us; our friends and family.

So no matter what river you have to cross this year to dig yourself out of those promises you are buried under…

It would only happen if you make an effort

Till I am wide awake darlings…stay woke!


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NOT TODAY…NOT TOMORROW

So the conclusion was drawn.

There was no way I was apologizing for this. Because this was not an unfortunate incident.

This was neither an accident nor a mistake. Sure it may always seem a bit strange and not mainstream but that added to the beauty and uniqueness.

This was not a something created in a day. The many falls had created a beautiful mosaic of different pieces and gave it an edge over the normal smooth plain ones.

This was ME! And I was not sorry for any aspect of it.

Please tell me that I was not the only one who felt like she was in the wrong place at the right time. Like there are a lot of people around you yet you feel alone? Can I get an Amen?

Before writing the final exams I got the opportunity to sit among a group of friends I offered the same course with. And by the time I left their presence I felt like a lamb going to be offered on the altar as atonement for the sins of the world. Okay! Thats a bit dramatic but I felt really gloomy.

Basically they were complaining our course choice and how the other students with different courses namely medical, business, nursing, law students were far better than us because they were going to find it easy get jobs and we wouldn’t. I could swear as I slept that night my heart was really hurting. I began regret my love for languages and my passion to study it in the university.

But in the examination hall ,as my lecturer spoke and the other students were writing with who couldn’t understand what she was saying kept on murmuring, I realized there was no need to feel sorry for my passion for languages.

Sure you would catch me listening to K-pop rather than hip hop or you would hear me praising with a Swahili song rather than an English one.Or you would see me fighting others for books while my friends are fighting over pairs of heels.Let me clarify, that doesn’t mean I hate heels though.But that was the way I was tuned.

You would find me laughing so hard at something that people would never give a second glance to. You would see me happy just because I have been able to memorize an entire song in another language or would find me sitting in a place with closed doors just because I have reverse claustrophobia. PS,that my secret.

But I would never apologize for doing or being that….NOT TODAY AND DEFINTELY NOT TOMORROW.

Is there anything you do or you are that others find strange but you would never apologize for? Share with me!
Till Diversity becomes the new Black….bye darlings