Hello ladies and gentlemen! I hope you are all doing well despite the current state of things. Today, I have the pleasure of introducing my mother who has been kind enough to write the following article for us. She is Meg or Maggie. She was born and raised in Kenya then raised us ‘young ones’ there for a while. She moved to Winnipeg, a city she has come to love. She loves the outdoors ‘even in winter’. Becoming a writer is one of the things in her bucket list. ~Enjoy the read, Valerie.
Successful businessmen and women say there is an opportunity in everything. When the Market is up. When the Market is down. We have all heard the adage ‘there is a silver line to every cloud’. This is what I decided to adopt for this season of enforced home stay during the Covid19 pandemic. But I am getting ahead of myself.
When the lock down commenced, the first few days were exhilarating. It was the impromptu holiday I always wanted. I could sleep in, watch videos till all hours of night, eat whenever and whatever I wanted. That was back when we could still run to the store as often as we wished :). Well that lasted for about three days. Continue reading “Love, 6-feet Apart”
The other day I was talking to one of my closest friends, I call him my voice of reason. I was ranting, actually. I was not happy about how some things turned out. I was also afraid of what was going to happen. I told him that I had a potential solution to the problem. When he asked me why I thought my solution would help I said that I kept feeling like my current situation was contributing to the issue. He then said three very simple words to me.
I have come to the conclusion that relationships and sex in early 20s are a terrible idea. Someone once mentioned that having multiple sex partners over the years, is like gluing two pieces of paper together and then taking them apart.
Each piece of paper is left with tears and holes and little pieces from the other paper. This makes each of those papers thinner. If that piece is later taken and glued to another then separated again, it becomes even thinner.
If you have been following my blog you know I recently went on a vacation to the Leopard Beach Resort in South Coast Kenya. It is one of the best resorts in Africa having been awarded the Africa’s Leading Spa Resort in 2013, 2014 and 2016 and Africa’s Leading Family Resort in 2016 and 2017 among other awards. It was an amazing experience.
There is a couple on my flight that just saddens my soul. The man is at least three times her senior. Why a young lady of nothing over the age of twenty-three would be dating an old white man, possibly in his sixties, is completely beyond me.
2017 was a pretty rough year for me. Yet during all my struggles and my pains I learnt so much. I am stronger and wiser for it now. These eight lessons from 2017 may seem basic but when you are so caught up in things that at the time seem so important and are all-consuming, you fail to see the full picture.
Looking back now, I am glad I went through everything that I did last year because the changes (for the better) I am making now are a direct result of my mistakes and my poor judgement in the past.
Alright, here are my eight lessons from 2017:
Be sure that in all relationships, there is more smiling than there is frowning.
The card simply said “Tea for Solidarity”. It was an invitation to something about solidarity and there was going to be tea.
The card simply said “Tea for Solidarity”. It was an invitation to something about solidarity and there was going to be tea. That is all the information I had walking into the gymnasium where the event was being held. There were women everywhere. Just women, dressed to the nines.
Long rectangular tables were arranged into three rows. The tables were dressed in white table clothes and cutlery. On the back wall was a long dinning table covered in all manner of pastries; desserts and fruits (I suppose fruit is dessert too). The end of the table was lined with several jugs of colourful punch. On the wall adjacent to the entrance was a smaller table with many flasks of fancy tea. I didn’t really know what the event was but I had come to the right place with my sweet tooth and my undying love for tea. I was glad to be there.
As a member of the armed forces, daddy was a rather stern individual with extremely high expectations.
I vividly recall as a young teenage girl, and well before that too, always working so hard to impress my insatiable father. I wanted to be top of my class. I wanted to be the best. I studied daily, spent countless hours after school with teachers asking never-ending questions, and redoing my homework multiple times even when there was no need to. All that, was simply to make sure there were no errors whatsoever in my work. I even submitted extra assignments for revision. I desperately wanted a clean grade. I needed it to make father proud. Continue reading “"Middle Tabler"”