Thought Therapy

When i grow up, I want the world to look at me and tell me..i taught you well. When i grow up,   I want life to pat me on the back and remind how nothing comes easy. When i grow up, I want my tears to remind of the joy and laughter that comes after. When i grow up , I want my mistakes to keep happening so that i keep learning. When i  grow up,  I want to be reminded that i never grew up.. That deep down inside am still a child, So that i keep believing that everything and anything is possible!

The lying game, the blame game,the power hunger games ..politics as we know it!(that's just my  opinion) The last couple of days i have seen these three games being played and replayed all over the news, and even though i prefer to keep off the political arena, i just had to put this down on paper or screen.The infamous Al Shabab strike again, up north we have the Boko Haram, #bringbackourgirls,...who knows what else is out there just waiting to make the headlines. Watching news has been more or less, like watching a horror movie slowly unfolding...everyone's pointing fingers and no one's remembering the one rule that a kindergarten teacher once told me, "point one finger at someone and the other three will be pointing to you".No one seems to point out how everything is clearly being handled along tribal lines, political and religious affiliations.And who's to blame?? I say everyone! yes, everybody, every single one of the 7billion world population ( with

" I AM NOT MY HAIR" ...."It DON'T MATTER IF YOU'RE BLACK OR WHITE" these are the words to two songs that have been replaying in my head since last week's The Trend Show with Larry Madowo.Social media was a buzz with Vera's interview and her confident proclamation of her body being her business ( makes you think what she really meant by 'business') In all honesty, am no fan of hers, but the interview and all the comments made online about it, gave me a lot to reflect on which led to an interesting conversation with Rodney Onyango.His take on the matter gave me new perspective and i admit, it kept me from being too judgemental.For more of his ideas, check out his link The Spectator Someone must really hate being black.50million! I could think of 50 million ways to spend that cash other than changing the colour of my skin.Anyway, who am i to judge when it's clear that we have different priorities, needs, wants and skin preference

It's that time of the world, when the only thing i get about football is the theme song.Frankly speaking, if there were no "waka waka" and "ole ola" i would flush  this FIFA business out of my head.I have lived through 6 World Cups, and what do i have to show for my enthusiasm about football? Nothing! Football has never been my cup of tea, and there was a time growing up i remember hating all that hullabaloo that comes with it.You would assume that living with 3 brothers would make me have a soft  spot for the game, but it didn't. It made me more indifferent .Thinking of  all the cartoon shows i missed all because of a sports update that had to be watched ( probably the best days of my childhood). Despite, my clueless nature about football, i've come a long way with the game..proof of which is my mysterious knowledge of footballers' names even though i don't know how their faces look like! The soccer terminologies,well, it's enough to know

"I knew i loved you before i met you" words to  a song you've never heard but they say it all for me when it comes to you.The first time i saw you is nothing to write about..because it was just a simple picture that captured my heart.It took a while before i got to meet you..and when that happened i was just another stranger getting to know you.It  took a while for you to even like me but i enjoyed every minute of it .You are the sweetest little thing..stubborn  too!!The way you say my name, not even the best linguist could pronounce it the way you do!! "Tantine Ifete" 3 years have now passed, and all i keep thinking about is how much you are growing up to be one smart little precious girl.I miss you, i miss those nursery rhymes you danced and sung to, i miss that smile that always lit up my day, i miss those  tantrums you threw at meal times, i simply miss my Berry. I fell in love with you too, Bella, the minute i saw your picture..now i know how it fe