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UNDER THE MANGO TREE 1

We all believe in visions. Dreams become realities and big dreams might sometimes become an invention. Being the first in a feat was my intention. That pushed me into so many activities from childhood through my teenage days and adulthood. I was brave. I took bold steps that even guys that were cohorts couldn’t dare.  I had a sense for big things. I mean big things. When I had the first opportunity to express what I wanted to become in life; I told my teacher I wanted to be a pilot. She smiled and said that was more of what men do and suggested I should be a nurse. There was a surge in my anger that day. I felt being a woman was a disadvantage but I still kept pushing on. I had all the support I needed and I was more than focused. I knew I was going to make my family proud and I was going to be a name that the world will reckon with. I will break a lot of jinxes about the feminine gender. I was more than determined but the society I found myself wasn’t determined to all...

FITNESS 1

Every morning saw a new trend. Sport wears was on the increase as the new attire. Even slim people hit the street in a quest to sweat out what I don’t know. There was a sudden increase in the orientation of fat kills. Obesity was the new scary disease. Hypertension was immediately related to junk foods and all was to hit the gym. Same way we were saving lives medically as proposed some other ladies were in the business of meeting people. They jump from group to group in search of greener pastures. Whatever can make you leave your house in the morning to come work out means you have in excess. And they don’t demand much but just …….. Fill in the blank spaces.  I was also a victim. With massive weight gain I hit the gym also. Subconsciously I added weight. Substituting our African lifestyle for western lifestyles, we were caught in the web. We drive all the way without trekking and we also left our food for theirs. Suddenly I preferred sharwama to Eba, eating pizza inst...

NOT MY FAULT

I grew in a family where we really don’t care about one another. Nobody cares where you slept, who you sleeping with, when you are sick or what grades you got in school. Don’t disturb for food and don’t accumulate bills believing someone cares. I started living this life since I was fifteen but the expressions we create to the whole world was all is well with our family. My brothers and sister are alien to the realities that I live in. the truth is I built my trust in friends who catered for me once in a while. For every penny I had from the age sixteen I worked for it. I was never a prostitute but men who enjoyed the night with me ends up with loads of appreciation. To some people I was wrong but to me, there was nothing wrong in what I was doing. Two pastors have been convincing enough, lecturers were a normalcy (that saw me through   my academics), gym classes paid phone bills, bouncers and dj’s were for the fun of it, uncles and daddies catered my house rent and boyfrien...