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Hi all!

I will go straight to the point. I procrastinated and it hit me big time! Something about procrastination is that by the time everything piles up you just don’t want to do anything at all and my procrastination came from me not being able to say NO!

The thing about the P word is that you just have to get up and do it! As easy as that sounds it is most definitely not easy! It’s like you’re fighting a never ending war between the mind and the body. And it’s funny because the mind controls the body!

I am getting out of that place and it sure as hell ain’t easy but I just have to do it. I have stopped doing too many things now and have focused on what truly makes me happy and that is MUSIC.

Sometimes I tell myself I am  too old now – 22 years old…but I believe that is what I told myself at 18 and wasted 4 years of not actually just doing it and practicing the instruments. I kept discouraging myself by saying things like “its a pity you discovered your passion too late” and “18…sigh…..19….deep breath sigh…20…..tsk tsk tsk sigh, 21…pfft sight”….now i’m 22 and the thought is still there but I have decided to just do it. Lets see if I can achieve that dream.

And to all my followers…apologies for giving in to my procrastination.



Just friendsđŸ€“

One of the greatest things that life gifts you is friendship. 

Once you get a true friend…a heavy heart becomes as light as a feather.  

A tear never completes its journey. The trail ends abruptly due to a light touch.  

Tomorrow feels bright and colorful. 

Happiness becomes you and you become an example of life’s greatest rebirths. 


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I was in the market today and I just sat in the passenger seat looking at every single person walking on the road. I watched them and categorised them. They were mostly stereotypes. The pregnant housewife with a baby on her back, a child holding her hand and bags of groceries on the other. College girls cat walking dreaming of marriage to a rich and handsome man. Local hoodlums with cheap earpieces in their ears thinking of the drugs and alcohol and girls they’ll get later in the night; looking forward to the next robbery they’ll make.

While I was busy stereotyping, at the back of my mind I knew I was in a crowded area and hadn’t forgotten that the last bombing was not far from where I was. I thought to myself, what if the car beside me has a bomb in it? Or what if one of these people walking pulls out gun and starts firing sporadically or a hijacker enters the drivers seat and kidnaps me? Questions questions questions.

I have seen the worst in a crisis before, one time a teenager placed a really long dagger on my throat- at the time I was 12 – and asked me to pray, another time, I watched in horror as a mob pounced on a man and poured petrol on him and set him alight, I also watched  youths like me as  they ate another human being “an act done in war, they said”.

I would have thought that after witnessing all this I should be immune to fear but fear is still there. I have accepted the type of environment I am in and have adapted so much that I don’t fear death. The only thing I fear is how my death will be like.

I don’t want to die in the hands of another human being, I don’t want to die painfully… I just want a smooth passing. When I say these things to my friends they look at me like I am some sort of psycho but I will not live in self denial or close my eyes to the probabilities.

Let me not divert from the main message here though. Do I want to be a stereotype?( If death doesn’t come early) A girl who gets married eventually, secures some sort of menial job, have children, cook, clean, watch tv, eat and sleep, get grandchildren and then die?? No.

That is not what life is supposed to be like. I want to see the world, find love (not this generation’s version of love but our grandparents/great grandparents version, do something great. Not be too rich but just finding a balance.

I will not settle for normal. I will be the girl wearing a red shirt among other people wearing blue shirts. I will settle for different. Let them talk, let them say and think what they want. They aren’t me and will never be me.