Trying to gather my thoughts on what’s been going on in the world, particularly since Covid-19 lockdown, has been incredibly difficult. It’s been one thing after another, after another, after another.Read more
Time heals, and that’s a good thing, because it allows us to move on even if we are never fully repaired. And in certain situations (like the kind filled with trials that leave one so broken), how can you be put back together the way you once were? You can’t.Read More
No room in the inn.
As my mum wouldn’t let me stay with her in our family home, I stayed with a good friend for a week. During that time I went to Lambeth Council to apply for housing.Read More
Hurt people hurt people
“I was between a rock and a hard place…..” I had very quickly and unintentionally set up things around me that put myself at risk, and I couldn’t easily extricate myself.Read More
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them” – Maya Angelou.
Truer words were never spoken. I’ll give you one example of this through my story. I share it in hopes of motivating and teaching life lessons I have learnt the hard way.Read More
Abused? Me ke? Noooo.
I mean I don’t like to boast,
Didn’t you see my latest Facebook post?Read More
TIME Magazine has announced its Person of the Year for 2017.
I’m so glad some other contenders did not get the title this year, because…Read More
If not done so already please read pt1 of this post first Post-partum depression and the African mum (pt 1)
Of course I still battled with Post-Partum Depression (PPD) for months. It didn’t magically disappear. But then, one day when my son was 4 months old, I heard the story of a woman who had PPD….Read More
Close to 9 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Now, I am aware all mothers feel that their babies are beautiful. But mine was BEAUTIFUL. Everyone wanted to carry him…..
WHAT SHE DESERVES – pt1
Everyone has a friend like that- you know, a person who, given normal circumstances would never make your prize-pick of acquaintances but somehow manages to worm their way into your life with their constant shoving and inability to take a hint. In fact, you’d never actually call him/her your friend, not even if your life depended on it but they couldn’t be bothered one bit. They show up at your house uninvited and show no hurry to leave till you’re tempted to …
I was at such a loss for words the only thing that I could croak out was, “ Ar-Armed Robbers?”She collapsed in uncontrollable sobs as she narrated the entire sordid affair to me. I could barely make out what she was saying because she was crying so much. There had been an argument about something, she may have said car or hat, but that was hardly important. Her husband had bought the Car/Hat for one of his relatives and when she expressed her disapproval of this move, he had proceeded to turn her into a punching bag. She had managed to escape and had in the security guard’s quarters till …
… She smiled weakly and shut the door.As I made my way out of the building, I tried to get my head around the past 90 minutes. It seemed so surreal. Domestic Violence is a reality in every society. We hear about it in the news, read about it in the papers but for some people, this reality is all too present. I wondered if the shell-shocked feeling I was having was normal for children who witnessed such in their homes or did it just become a normal way of life? Did the true victims of the abuse, women like Funto, ever truly forget? Did they get to a point where tt have seemed like the only choice. In the society we live in, and indeed around the world, people tend to believe that domestic violence and abuse is often …