Nia

I stew sometimes. Not like the familiar simmering and eventual bubble one is used to when it comes to the favoured term, stew. But more like an insipid flow that seems unlikely to have any direction at all, then finally bursts into resolution – then back down to a confused “ what was that about ?” My stewing has got to do with a lot of things – sometimes caused by interpersonal relationships, but more so my failure at navigating them successfully. I  stew; with nothing constructive in sight because my brain has the attention span of a puppy. Stewing for me seems less problematic than engaging people on the things that rub me off in the wrong way, and sometimes fights end more victoriously in your mind than they ever would in person. Just pure despair... I would love combat with the people I stew about, turning their rude quips and insults into whimpering cowardice once they realise I am not the one to mess with. But in my mind. Nobody has got the time to thr...

Hey there. It’s another week to be great, to go out there and claim the goodness and the greatness that belongs to you. It’s a great new opportunity to go out and make something out of the day, out of your life, out of this week. That soppy optimism aside, here’s what’s really happening. It’s Wednesday - barely the middle of the week and you might probably already be tired. Tired of working. Tired of thinking. Maybe even tired of breathing.  Let’s not pretend for one second. Let’s not pretend we’re the bee’s knees for that second, or that the world is our oyster. Let’s embrace the pessimistic, the realistic, the cold hard… truth? The world is broken.  And we are flawed. Incredibly flawed at that. “So now what?” you ask, 😏 You see, it’s not rainbows and unicorns all the time. But it is also fruitless labour to throw your hands in the air and claim death and despondence because the world is broken. Yes, your job sucks - but so does hunger. And your depression...

I haven’t blogged in long while, but let’s just say today dierr the inspiration has come. Said inspiration being that it’s not been long since that time of the month, and a sister has got a lot of repressed energy sitting in this body. Figured I’d put it to some good use. Sara Jakes Roberts shared a short video on her Instagram and I stumbled upon it while productively scrolling = honestly just wasting my data/battery power on there. I took some notes. It made me see that I had to start making my home in these words again, if I ever want to actually say something to the world, and so here it goes. Also, it's not deep like that, I've just been lazy and I want to start writing again. I lied, it is deep – I’m just feeling convicted. ·         “There is a mantle assigned to your name. Because you were not made to be in a vacuum, there was work for you to do. There is work for you to do. And because of th...

Yeast infection gone, Ash now had a lot of time on her hands, she had managed to convince her parents why she wouldn’t be coming home for the holidays – but she now realized there wasn’t much to do at all on campus. After finishing up a report she knew she was going to need when school finally reopened, she prepared herself for a short walk around the less populated school; the goal was to stretch her legs a bit before settling down to a movie and some homemade kelewele. She had barely put on her shoes when “oh!” the lights went off. It was rumoured the school authorities sometimes disconnected the electricity to discourage students who didn’t want to spend the holidays with family this time of year. She waited a whole hour before calling Cordelia “They’ve dum the light oh.” “Oh, how? Wait a little, it’ll probably come back within the hour.” When Cordelia was told it had been an actual hour since, she suggested Asheley go see the Hall Supervisor. ...