The Two Sides of a Coin

Dear people,

I have in the past written on the importance of each of us to find our own strength, to find each our own ground and to roll with it until it works for us. Somehow I have found a place in my spirit where I can be still and courageous to follow my dreams, they have been difficult to follow, but somehow I have found the strength to follow nonetheless.

 What I am yet to learn is how to silence the other spirits and energies that surround me. In my growing up, I was keen to surround myself with positive energy, people who believe in me and trusted that I am strong enough to make anything work for me. My slogan was greatness, I walked talked and behaved like greatness, because I believed that was my destiny.

But as life went by and the struggles begun, I somehow lost myself, greatness became farfetched and I started looking to survive a day at a time. To find today’s end meat, today’s shelter, today’s stability. I became shallow in my thoughts and convinced myself that tomorrow was not guaranteed, that only today matters.

In the same process, I opened my mind and my heart to everyone who came my way. Anyone who could make my today had an access to my spirit. It is in that struggle that I lost my energy of greatness. I was influenced by any thought that anyone had of me. If they said I was foolish, if they said I was poor, if they said I couldn’t amount to anything, I believed them, I gave them space to invade in my greatness, to push that spirit to a far off corner where it was difficult to see or reach.

These are things that are so easy to do. I will explain by example; when we were young, we all had dreams, we all knew what we wanted to be growing up. Some of us were lucky to have guardians who exposed us to all possibilities, and even for those of us who didn’t, somehow the world conspired in the innocence of our childhood to make us believe that whatever we put our mind to we can achieve.

 Some of us even dreamt of it.

Those of us who exposed ourselves to this same thought even after independence from our guardians have somehow landed ourselves close if not where we hoped to be. Those of us who lost hope or deviated from our thoughts, are still struggling to find our way. Some of us have completely lost direction, become bitter and hopeless, we have bore negative energy, and then we have carried that energy and used it to fight those with the positive energy.

Persons who are violent towards their spouses, they sack out their partner’s positive energy by consistently abusing them either verbally or physically, showing them that they are nothing and and deserve little to no respect. People who allow this to happen to them have basically given out their power of control over their lives and have accepted to die in the inside. They have accepted to let go of their positive space.

It is not just violence that sack out people’s energy, it is what we say, what we do and how we do it.

We consistently throw abuse at each other, discourage each other and try to convince each other that in no wildest imagination can we get to where we are purposing to go.

The brave people who want to retain their positive energy run away from these mentality, they go their way to find likeminded people, people who like their guardians, will expose them to all possibilities and encourage them to get to where they are purposed to be.

For me, my purpose is greatness by my own count.

I am one of the lucky few who have found my way back to my energy. I am one of the lucky few who now understand that I am the only one who can determine which direction my life choses to take. I have fought my own negativity until when I have found the positive space, and now I am willing to guide that space with all that I have got.

I write this with the risk of sounding shallow or unrelatable, but I surely hope that it’s making sense and that it will drive you to a place of analysis.

Are you among the half that are discouraged with life and who will go around passing negative energy to others? Or are you in the other half that is willing to struggle through and find our spot?

Let me know your side of the coin



When Grief Strikes

I have been absent online the past one week, I could not bring myself to post anything while my uncle lay cold and the family mourned him. It was the respectful thing to do. I needed time to be with family, and to grieve with them.

Usually I have a lot to say at all times, but on the day my uncle died, I froze with the phone on my ear.

I had been meaning to go see him at the hospital. For two days I postponed my visit; First time, I did not have enough money to travel to his hospital and the day after, as I was about to leave, I was informed that my uncle was being transferred to a nearby hospital and so I should wait for him to be settled. The next call after that was to inform me that he was no more.

The news of his demise numbed my entire body. I didn’t know what to say, I felt regretful for not having seen him, but also sad that he was gone. I felt sorry for my cousins, his kids and I couldn’t figure how and what to say to ease their pain.  

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I am quite close to my maternal uncles, by the virtue that geographically they are closer to us, my siblings and I have been loved and disciplined by them in equal measures. They have actively participated in our upbringing and for that we are quite close to them and their families. The loss of my uncle was particularly difficult because of what he meant to my mother. You see, my mother is the youngest girl among her siblings. My uncle had practically raised her, and they had a unique bond, almost like that of father and his little girl.  

Everyone in the family was sad, but I could also read thanksgiving for the time we had in earth with him. I specifically remember how his last born daughter spoke fondly of him at his funeral few days ago. There are speeches that people write when a man dies, then there is the truth, the one everyone can relate to, the one everyone will miss. We listened to her eulogize her father and we knew we all had lost someone worth mentioning.

Most of the time through the whole process I was in disbelief and didn’t know what to do to take away this pain from all these people that I love and who were grieving. Somehow the burden of seeing my people so sad sat on me and it numbed me.

I learnt a few lessons during this season. Lessons that often come quietly.

  1. Life comes and life goes, it’s important we make the best out of it. It’s important that we leave our best life yet, so that when we are gone we leave behind an impacted people. People who won’t have to compose a tribute, because your life was a testimony and it is easy to remember what you stood for.
  2. Do not lose a chance to tell someone that you love them. This life is too unpredictable. Don’t wait for tomorrow, only NOW is guaranteed.
  3. It’s not in our control. We’ve got to find the strength to carry on, and to carry with us the many memories we shared with those that depart from us.
  4. There is always grace, and no one is loved less because of losing a loved one. We’ve got to believe in that love, we’ve got to believe that grace will carry us through
  5. It will still hurt, the pain will never go away, but again with grace, it shall be to us as it is meant to be

Rest in eternal peace uncle. May the heavens receive you and the earths never forget you.


Let’s Talk About the Secret Stash!!

It’s already the third week into the New Year, how time flies. Less than a month ago we were making merry, feasting as if there was no tomorrow and traveling from one point to another. The hired vehicles are finally settling back in the car yards and the insurance fellows are already working to re-embers those that got into accidents. Too bad life cannot be re-embersed.  People also lost their lives, some from car accidents, some from drowning at the coast and others from food poisoning. It’s sad that such wonderful times can also bring so much pain, surely the consequence of love is grief.

So funerals are being planned, people are being buried. It’s a short reunion, sometimes reuniting you with people that you did not think existed in the first place.

One thing that is always anticipated when an African man dies, is for a second and even third woman aside from the one known and legally married to show up at the funeral with kids resembling the diseased and lay claim on shares of his wealth. These women, call them co wives, concubines or flings will never show up when the man is alive, you may never suspect they exist until that day when you are most grieved and trying to piece together what life will look like without your dear husband. Then you learn that he had children with other women, he stepped out on your marriage and sired a clan you knew nothing about.

If you evade this, the funeral ends and you settle back into your life, it is anticipated that a relative or two of the diseased who feel that more than the legitimate wife (the one who worked alongside her husband and in most cases pushed her husband to however little or however much wealth they acquired) deserve a huge share of his belongings will show up and open your healing wounds, forgetting the children and sometimes business partners of the diseased.

I am not creating this scenarios in my head, it’s a common occurrence all over Africa, even among prominent people that we end up learning about in the newspapers and media stations. It’s usually a big mess, especially if the diseased did not leave any will or clear inheritance structure. The family is usually left to tear itself apart.

The only reason I am bringing this up is to explain why I feel women, married monogamous or polygamous and those in illegitimate arrangements have secret bank accounts, secret investments and secret structured plan Bs should anything happen to their spouses.

Am sure there are exceptional women as there are men. Men who openly talk about their finances and insecurities with their wives. Men who will bring up the difficult conversations of affairs and infidelity and responsible men who consistently update their families on everything that happens and that may concern them at all times. Those men we celebrate, we will talk about them on a later post, as we will women who practice the same level of genuineness.

While all men and women in marriage are encouraged to practice openness, the women who I must say are quit secretive have managed to keep secrets bigger than just finances. I guess this explains how even the greatest terrorist has a wife and a family behind him. It’s the power of a woman’s secrecy.

A woman will contribute to the family’s joint account and monthly expenditure and somehow still manage a secret investment or bank account. It’s common for even elderly women to advice new brides to learn to keep secrets as much as they encourage them to work with their husbands towards a brighter future. 

I don’t blame them, why won’t they? They speak from their personal experience. So many times we have heard stories of men abandoning their homes for the alcohol dens. Children have been discontinued from school and slept on empty stomachs as a result.

Today there are men that commit their money to gambling, it has become open and acceptable.  Then unexpectedly, you are behind on your mortgage or worse of, you are facing auctioneers. Men have mysteriously dropped off planet earth or simply chased away their families in favor of a younger brood.

Even if we turned a blind eye to death that knocks unexpectedly, there is no telling what else may hit you, so women prefer to be ready, especially when they have observed something suspicious that is not necessarily co-wives or greedy neighbors and relatives.

In my own opinion, I feel like families, especially the nuclear unit should be open to speak about matters that may affect their mental, social and physical health, no matter how heavy the topics may be. I feel women who have seen a reason to be justified to save up for rainy days, should keep that necessary secret. Who would dare blame a woman for looking out for her family? Otherwise everything should be open on the table.

Let me know what you think on this topic. Should women have a secret stash? Must they disclose their income to their partners? Must there be a joint account for married people?


The Sins of The Sin Seat – Kenyan PSV…

I sat on the front seat of a matatu (a minibus or similar vehicle used for public transportation) few days ago. My intention was to sit by the window on the co-driver’s seat. The front seats were the only available seats in that vehicle.I was in a hurry, I needed to be somewhere fast. I had come from a meeting with my brother, my youngest brother. The one who was brave enough to ditch his Information Technology undergraduate studies to start a fresh and follow the footsteps of his older sister, me. It is this move and many others he has made in his childhood that has had us getting into business.

My brother is a photojournalist, he has just finished his final exams and he needed to do some practice with me. I am proud of this boy, scratch that, man. I am proud of this man. When you are born of the same womb you forget protocols and respectful words, don’t blame me, I changed his diapers.

Anyway,  I had finished our meeting and was on my way to run other errands. The traffic drugged like what is now our old trains, the ones we used before SGR. If you have been in a matatu in Kenya, you know these vehicles will take whatever corner they have to so as to get to their destination. Then they will do the same to go back to wherever they came from. I hear its about money, targets and business.

The matatu was moving when someone opened the door where my hand was hanging as I took in the breeze of a moving vehicle like a pet Dog. He pushed me to the sin seat as he occupied the co-driver’s seat. I call it the sin seat because of the heinous acts that are committed to people who sit on it.

Now, this is not to bragged, but I know for a fact like many other ladies that dresses complement my figure well. I love to look good, and I feel that all women should feel safe in any place to look decently good without the fear of someone lusting after them beyond their imagination.

The man, who like a hooligan, joined me at the front of the matatu was fairly built, his chest was wide and his legs long. He sat with his legs wide open, so open that I had to squeeze in my seat so that we do not contact each other. Already I was feeling violated, I did not understand why he sat as if he was in his father’s farm milking a cow, that is story for another day. What added salt into injury was when the driver decided that he will caress my thighs with his hands. I noticed that this was intentional because he stretched his hands beyond the gear stick. He intentionally stretched his fingers to reach me and wanted to lay them on me for a a few seconds. For a few minutes I tried to warn him with a glare, but I realized this one needed more than a glare.I threatened to raise an alarm, which caused the driver to comfortably inform me that he will defend himself by blaming it on the gear stick. He clearly knew what he was doing, and he had a plan of how he would get out of it.

While narrating this to my girlfriends, I realized that this is not a one case scenario, drivers for a long time have used the excuse of the gear stick to illegally caress girls in the matatu. A girl said to me that one day the driver almost broke the gear stick as he stretched his fingers and pulled up her dress.

It is in this same public vehicles that few years ago, women were asaulted for wearing short skirts according to the staffers description. Some of the calprits are presently serving their sentences in Kenyan prisons.

No woman or man, has however raised or complained about the sin seat behavior, or how it must be considered as a sexual harassment.

The man next to me watched and smiled as I threw a tantrum and demanded to alight from the vehicle. Had he spoken up, I feel the driver would have been embarassed of his behavior, but then again, how could he have spoken up when he himself behaved so uncoothly. How could he when he was busy enjoying my rants instead?

We need to create a society where such conversations can be done openly and without fear. We need to shame all culprits by becoming fearless on speaking about matters of sexual abuse. It is unfair that the innocent is the one who has to leave in shame as the criminal continues his life without any consequences.

If you have experienced any form of abuse in the public transport, if you have been spanked, rubbed inappropriately or raped, this is the time to shame these people. It is time that all women stand in one corner and speak in one voice for the sake of the future boys and men.


Why we always ask for comments and subscriptions

I have always asked you to subscribe to my blog, I have never told you how it supports me or how it can be of value to you.
First of, if you do not read or love to read then this is your stop.
If you are teaching yourself to be more of a reader, then great,me too. Let’s do this together and if you love to read, if you are good at it, then I bet you are also good at writing. Stick around, I encourage criticism towards my blog. As I said, I am learning.
Back to the point, how your subscribing and reading supports my blog.
I must mention that my first reason for writing is to grow my skill, I also read. I am learning to read as much as a write. I love to write, its something I picked when i was young, I have dropped it sometime, sometimes I have written privately, but now am blogging, and am taking it a bit too serious.

I try to make my blog a source of information, I have always wanted to write, to inspire someone, to pass out a message and to teach something new, most times its something I am learning myself. I see everything great about learning, its a continuous process in life, personally it has continuously made me a better person.

I know we can grow together, you just need to be part of the family, to teach me as much as I teach you, to entertain me as well, am not the best at it.

I would love to grow my blog. I know that doesn’t benefit you in any way, but if you are reading, you are probably interested in growing as much as I am, and you understand the need to grow.
Also it’s a source of income. Not everyone understands this, and I thought I should explain to you how a blog can be a source of income. Here it goes;

1. AdSense: Its a google application where advertisements are run on the blog, and if the readers view the adverts, then the blogger is paid some commission.It’s never much, and for a beginner blogger it could take years before advertisements make money. Nonetheless its an income.
2. Affiliate marketing: this is where a blogger markets a product from a company through his/her blog  and a commission is paid should a reader buy or use the product through the blog.
3. Collaborations: A blogger collaborates with a brand and reviews their products or services for the readers interest and consideration.

For all this to happen, there has got to be someone reading first, someone who is genuinely interested in what is writen. There has got to be people that are openly conversing with the blog and sharing with other like minded people.

Don’t get me wrong, most of the blogger’s first priority is to write,  write and keep writing, I can confess to you its something we do effortlessly. Let’s call it a strand in the DNA. It doesn’t matter how good or bad we are, we love to write. We write and strive to be good at it.
I hope you understand that for a blogger before it is anything else, it’s passion and interest. Unfortunately for bloggers, they too have to pay bills, and it’s people like you that keep them motivated.
So, the question would be, just how much does this blogger make? Actually it’s nothing.
I am yet to make a single cent from blogging, mainly because I have been concentrating in growing my content. By growing, I mean writing better, learning to open up a bit more and of course growing my readership.

If you have been reading. Then you know that my content is not only entertaining but also informative.As a person with imperfections, I try to maintain some moral standards and if you get to look around this blog, you will realize that as much as I encourage independence, I mostly encourage a high moral standing, especially for women.

Am a creative, you never know what will hit you next time you read my blog, but I assure you, you will learn something from it.

I hope this answers your questions and encourage interested readers to support writers. So next time you see something interesting,not just on my blog but on many others out there, share it with your friend. Leave a comment and subscribe for future updates. If not for anything to let a blogger know that you are there and you care.


Happy New Year – Time for Resolutions

For the past few years, I have been chocking up when the clock strikes midnight on that last day of the year. I find myself fighting tears, I guess they are usually tears of joy for another chance to transition into a new year. I think subconsciously my spirit recognizes that a new year is more life to me. It’s similar to another second, another minute, another hour, another day, another month. It’s another chance to live, and I get this emotions because as I get older, life in itself becomes more meaningful and purposeful. I really hope you can relate to this feeling, otherwise I will sound nuts thinking and writing of this.

Happy New Year. I hope you are as excited and as hopeful as I am for this year. My last few posts of what is now last year, left a lot of clues about what I will be doing this year. I am still figuring things out a step at a time, but even as I do, I am sure that I am going to be intentional about the things I say and do. As I told you few posts ago, I am also going to be personal in my posts and will try my best to be relatable to you. Though I must admit that I do not intend to lose myself while doing this. So I hope when am awkward and weird and you cannot find anything to relate with, you will embrace and encourage my uniqueness.

Just like you, I have been given another chance at life. To me, this translates to among other things a chance at growth. I am looking forward to grow my mind, my spirit, my relationships and my writings. It is of importance to me to also grow other people because really, what’s wealth if not service to humanity? If you cross my path, I will be intentional about our interaction. I will be impactful in one way or the other. I will share my little growing knowledge and make you laugh despite the fact that I am not that funny.

But if I fail to, if I do not achieve that which I have spoken about or any other of my personal goals this year, I hope you to understand that am just but human. Then I want you to remind me to get up and try again until when I get to where my purpose leads me.

I want you to impact me, to teach and grow me. I want to think of you and grow because you have left me something to learn and meditate on. I want us to grow together, I want our words to intrigue each other and call us to action.

So once again, welcome to Jshare chapter 2019. If you are part of the family, thank you for being here, I hope we continue to know each other more through these words. If you have just found me, please join the family, sometimes I can be intriguing, sometimes I just learn from people like you.

Let me know in the comment section below what your plans are for 2019. Let us share in the pick and pits of 2018.

Happy New Year to you, let us make this round a worthwhile one.


My reflections of the ending year

It’s just a few hours before we cross over to the new year. I can’t help but be thankful for this year. Also I am thankful for the ending festivities, the rest was worth it. I spent time with my family and some of my friends, damn you money, I wouldn’t have discriminated who to visit if I had enough of you.

I found time to sleep on my sofa in pajamas, wrapped up in the old maasai kikoi all day. There were no kids outside shouting at the top of their lungs, neighbours were not drugging their slippers as they went down the stairs, it was quiet, and I just lay on my sofa watching everything on Television. I mean it, everything; including a Bollywood movie about a toilet. Strangely in this movie, a toilet stood in the way of love. That is just how restful my holiday has been.

Back to the point, I am happy for the holidays, but am happy to also cross over to the new year. Thank God for this last day of the year.

Today reminds me of a day like today 2017. I hadn’t bought a diary, so I wrote my resolutions on a tiny notebook.

Some of them have come to pass, some just breezed through me and others I could easily forget.

One of the things I feel stood out for me this year is the power of good men. I know we are all made from the same clothe, but I feel there is a special breed of men specially cut with extra strength. Strength to set aside their own pain and grieve to worry and care for the grieve of their wives, those are not ordinary men. To die a bit in the inside for the sake of your woman is no easy task. We must appreciate them.

I must also appreciate women who are strongly conflicted to quit their career jobs or opt for less committing jobs in favour of their growing families. Women who want to see a healthy wholesome husband leave the house every morning and to raise her children presently, those women have also stood out for me this year.

The third persons that stood out for me are those that relocated to different countries and different cities. It must be difficult to start over,in a strange land with strange people of unfamiliar cultures.

Then there are those that transformed their mindsets. Started chasing their dreams, going for things they believe in. Shaking the trees till the fruits drop. Those ones challenge me, they caused me to think, they caused me to change.

All this people have built me, I feel that I have grown in 2018, and I am not just speaking about the physical growth. My perspective has changed, my priorities have changed and my life has been somewhat transformed.

I am ready to cross over, I am ready to write new resolutions, carry over some old ones and roll up my sleeve to do another round of life. Happy new year my good readers, I pray we all meet on the other side of 2019.I pray we are all ready for another round, and I pray we all make the ride worthwhile.


It’s time to start soaring

It’s that time of the year when everyone is making vision boards and resolutions in anticipation of 2019. I have joined the bandwagon, I will tell you all about it on my next post.

I know it seems cliche’ to speak of your dreams and desires, worse off to openly talk about them and expect them to come to pass. The wise have in the past stated that we should work hard in silence and let the success make the noise. I speak outrightly despite this, knowing that there is power in proclaiming things to yourself. Somehow the universe works in your favour when you do. I know this for sure because so many times I have written things down and when I went back to look at them, I found that somehow I had achieved them. I had subconsciously registered them in my mind, and I had worked my way to achieving what I wanted.

Having said that, I will be writing down my dreams and desires for 2019, and I will share some of them with you. But before I do that, I have to reflect on the things that I want for my self. Things that I prayed for and which have manifested already, things that I still pray for and things that I would love to change.

One of the things that has recently been ringing in my mind is self worth. Understanding that the only way I can be good for others is to be good for myself. To love myself extra and to place myself before anyone else.

I don’t know if you struggle with this, but I do, and I plan to be intentional about it come next year. Actually I am becoming intentional effective immediately.

How many times have you placed others before yourself? How many times have you lost your inner strength, your focus and your purpose because you are giving yourself to others more than you should? Minding what they think, wanting to impress them and ‘sit well’ with them.

I am learning to ask myself these questions, I am learning to be intentional about pushing for things that I want and desire. I am learning to be my own cheer leader, because severally I have fallen victim of totally forgetting about myself and putting others before me.

Finally I find the strength to be shameless of my weakness. I finally realize that we all at some point give ourselves to others, making the mistake of sacrificing our freedom of mind to tolerate and embrace the ideologies of others.

I have forgotten to make my own footprint, I have forgotten to dream on my own. I have become sad and unforgiving to myself. I have chained myself, becoming dependent on the thoughts of others because I am afraid of what others will do to me or think of me.

I write this because I want you to know I have rediscovered my worth. My dreams scare me but not as much as they can intimidate the people I desperately want to please.

I have learnt to seal the corners of my eyes so that I am able to focus straight to the things that make more sense to me without the influence of my environment. I am learning to focus on things that I want to die trying, things that give me peace and a sense of purpose.

I have discovered how difficult it can be to chase after a dream when you are surrounded by people who pull you back, by pointing out your weaknesses instead of your strengths, your disadvantages instead of advantages. People who are intimidated by your potential.

It is time to find my freedom, know my worth and chase my dreams. It is time to start soaring. I hope you too will be soaring come 2019


Merry Christmas

It’s finally Christmas. Yesterday I got chicken, we are about to make a feast out of it. I will marinate it with everything I have researched on, my potatoes are ready to roast and my dough is ready for a roll.

We will be meeting our family after church. Church is a must. Between merry making, meeting up, travelling and exchanging gifts, I really believe that the church should be the most filled place. Christmas is meant to be Christ’s birthday, at list a symbol of it. I strongly believe that this is a season of giving thanks, a season of reflection.

Do you ever imagine a virgin girl announcing that she is pregnant, worse off announcing this pregnancy to a fiance that is waiting for the wedding night? Do you imagine explaining to your husband to be that your child was sired by the Holy Spirit? That would really shake someone’s faith I would imagine. I would go nuts if she went ahead to say that her unborn child would save the world, then I would collapse if a spirit in human form appeared to me to confirm this. I think those were strange times to live in.

Then here comes the real test, when your son remains in the temple then declares to you that he was actually in his father’s house, and that he knows he would die a gruesome death on the cross. Die to save everyone in the world, yet on the day of his birth, you could not find a descent place for your wife to deliver. Do you imagine raising a son of the heavens? The pressure. Those, I tell you are days I would wish to watch reoccur.

Those were strange times, times that have created Christmas for us today. Which explains why I think it’s all a time for thanksgiving and reflection.

Having said that, I’ve got to place my chicken on the stove, there is a little girl who will be celebrating her first Christmas, I’ve got to shop for her perfect gift. I’ve got to straighten my clothes and get ready for a dance.

It’s Christmas, and I hope you have as much time to reflect and give thanks as you will have fun and make merry.

Merry Christmas good people.


Gratitude – (5) things I am grateful for

I don’t know if I am the only adult that gets excited over Christmas. It must be because many people are available in this season. People that I haven’t seen in ages. Do you also splurge during Christmas? I do this all through the season. It’s my way of letting people around me know that I have been thinking of them.

I always look forward to spend some time off with friends and family. It is something I am grateful for. Speaking of gratitude, here are the top five things that I am grateful for this ending year. I thought I should tell you before it gets Christmas serious.

  1. Good health

I must admit 2017 was a tough year for me both mentally and physically. I am happy to celebrate good health this Christmas, I didn’t celebrate much last year. I had just been discharged from hospital and wasn’t the best of myself. Easy to forget how life can easily slip from us. I am happy to be healthy and live my best life yet.

  1. Purpose

Very few people understand what they were meant to be doing here on earth. Joining that statistic in itself gives me so much fulfillment. For a long time I have struggled to understand my purpose, to learn what gives my heart joy and fulfillment. I feel grateful because just recently, I have started feeling like I am walking in the right direction. It has cost me time, career and money. No regrets though, because I feel I needed all the experience to understand what purpose feels like.

At this point, I have begun to understand how everything aligns itself and how life in itself is a full circle, everything is connected in each life. I feel good about myself, and I continue to pray that in the year to come I will continue to learn and unlearn myself.

  1. Failures

It’s difficult to appreciate your failures, sometimes I think this sense only makes sense in my mind.

But failures have taught me who I am and have revealed to me how strong I can become. It has opened my eyes to my displaced priorities and helped me sieve out the things that matter from those that are just passing.

  1. Life

Life has been in abundant. I wouldn’t be writing here if it hadn’t. Am sure it has been to all of us, and sometime we just take that for granted. I am grateful for life, for my life, that of my friends and of my family members. This is too valuable to ignore, I am grateful for every minute I’ve got.

  1. Growth

If you have been reading my blog since the beginning, then I know you will agree that in the last few months, things have been changing to the better. I am happy to grow a career out of it. I am grateful for this platform, from the people behind the scenes who continue to contribute to my growth to the people who are reading, liking, sharing and making remarks. I am enjoying seeing my ideas evolve, my readership grow and my blog develop. I sure am not taking this for granted, I am grateful.

I hope you can relate with the top five things I am grateful for this year. Let me know what resonates with you, and what you are grateful for. Finally, Let’s all be grateful for Christmas, I know not all of us are Christians, but I am and I must say that sometimes I wonder what the world would have been like had Jesus not have been born when he was.

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