What’s your Fear?

I get scared a lot for no apparent reason. I get scared of life because life is a monster, a big scary monster that needs to be locked away. Fear is an emotion induced by a perceived threat which causes entities to quickly pull far away from it and usually hide. We should not let fear control us, but if it is induced in us from childhood, it’s a habit that is hard to let go of. It takes therapy or shrinks to shake it off our systems, but it’s a long journey.

I am a paranoid being, am scared of the dark, my mind goes through a roller coaster of thoughts in the dark, I imagine ghosts and weird people attacking me in the dark, I know this is silly but it happens. Everyone has something they are scared of, think about it.

I say you haven’t felt fear until you are a mother, a slight fall of your child scares you timbers, or a slight headache gets you running to the emergency room like a crazy person. Ever since I got my daughter I have been hundred times scared, always worried about her safety, if I am not with her I go crazy, am tormented and imagine the worst, I do not trust anyone with her except myself. Like I said, everyone has something that gets them scared, for me, I am an overprotective mother, other than the dark, my daughters’ safety comes first, and it scares me whenever I get a feeling that she’s not safety, this is my fear, what’s yours?

Who are you?

Am a believer that there’s a bit of good in each and everyone of us. Am optimistic in the human race and believe that good will always triumph evil. Today is the day that I am mostly grateful to God for putting us on this earth and letting us make our own choices, good or bad. Consequences of course will come later. Don’t you sometimes wonder how this world would be if our parents just let us be, make decisions for ourselves and ultimately learn from our mistakes? That would either be catastrophic or the opposite, guess we’ll never find out because it won’t happen, not in this lifetime.

Sometimes you start writing and then everything evaporates, it’s a writers nightmare, if not the worst, along with bad reviews!

Great leaders past and present were considered “good” i.e. Nelson Mandela, Abraham Lincoln, and Martin Luther King Jr. etc. The likes of Hitler, Sadam Hussein, Gaddafi, they all made history in their own ways, we have no right to judge our fellow beings. When I leave this world I want to be remembered as a good person, a good mother, friend, and sister. I want to be the cool dead chick, but, is this possible? We can’t always please everyone, it’s too much sacrificing that we’ll have to do. Some people consider me a bitch and some, a nice chick. It all depends on how you approach someone because, be ready to receive what you offer. You don’t expect to be treated with the uttermost respect when you give people crap, so as much as you consider yourself an “angel” or a “bitch”, remember that at the end of the day not everyone perceives you in the way that you do yourself.

Isn’t it ridiculous how every dead person is considered good after they have passed away?  What really makes a person evil? This is the same person who is a sweet husband, good father, brother or sister, but in the eyes of the world he’s an evil scumbag with no consideration for any other human being on this planet.

Today as you read this, take a look at yourself and decide where you fall. Don’t call yourself a “bad chick” or a “bad boy” if you are still going to treat people nice. Be good and stick with it. It’s your choice, it’s your life, but how you chose to live it is up to you but remember that how you live it also affects the people around you, and like I said, actions have consequences. But anyway, who am I to talk?

It's a man's World

Forefathers, fathers, uncles, decision makers of our nation, leaders of families, and so on, and so forth. This is as it is, a mans world. I am hesitant to acknowledge this as a fact, a fact that we have to live with, on the account of I am that stubborn. The difference between a traditional woman and a modern woman is, the former has been impedance to change, cutting almost all ties with the word “change”. Do not turn your back on a man holding a gun, because at that particular moment you chose to commit manslaughter on your ownself through the hands of another man, this of course is, my own opinion, I hold myself responsible for this statement, I hold myself responsible for this article. The traditional woman in this content is cautious about turning her back on traditions of our forefathers in the belief that it is committing manslaughter on tradition. I do not blame these women, I respect them for being cautious and taking a stance, it is admirable.

I, the modern woman, I stand at my window this evening and take a look at the world, contemplating, trying to figure out what makes this a mans’ world. After all, my mother has taken care of me since I started wearing huggies, without a man beside her, my aunty gave me education when her husband passed away and had no man beside her. I raised myself away from any adults after school, with no man beside me, and now, I am a single mother, well, with no man beside me. I have grown up without a father, I have grown up with no man to look up to. Now anyone can understand why I am resistant to this particular saying “IT’S A MANS WORLD”. On the contrary, I am willing to accept this as long as they’ll be anyone out there who is capable of convincing me otherwise, make me understand what the fuss is all about, maybe I am just another naïve modern woman who’s overconfidence has overshadowed her sense of reasoning, enlightenment might be necessary, but I doubt it.

When it’s all said and done, I will be called naïve, young, foolish, disrespectful, ignorant, arrogant and sorts. I have been called these, hurtful, but I cannot make everyone fall in love with me. That will only mean that am not doing anything right. I have come to understand why I think this way, not because I have a natural resentment for the opposite gender, not because am an attention seeker. am a tall woman, I demand enough attention as it is. It is not an outburst, a cry for some sort of help, I am not trying to compete because am not in a race. I have come to understand and accept myself. This is the woman I am and will always be, no questions necessary. Learn to love and live with this woman, respect and take into account that underneath this tough exterior and the constant need to be recognized, is an ordinary woman with ordinary powers. A gifted woman, who’s already a sister and daughter, who will one day make a gifted mother, wife, and companion.