e all have some of those days when eating late is the order of the night. When nothing brings the satisfaction except the pleasure of eating despite the time of the day.
Eating late might be fun especially when you are with friends and family, but, have you ever paused and think of the dangers of late eating? (more…)
As we sat with the adults watching a movie, I wondered what this was all about. I did not understand what the movie was all about nor did my friend. We sat silently, glued to the scenes parading in front of us on our black and white TV trying our best not to disturb anyone. The scene was interesting in a very strange way. It was also scary.
The following day, my 5-year-old friend came to me with a blunt knife asking me to replay the scene we both saw on TV. I did not know where she got the knife from, but, excitedly I collected the knife off her. I was about the age of six.
We had the mental image of the main character with a knife in his hand, running around chasing his victims. In our heads, we could only remember a scene. A gruesome scene. (more…)
I was not a pathological liar as a child, far from it, but, I told many lies as I walked up the path of awareness and discovery of self. My lies were not told to deceive, no, it was an expression of self-worthiness, love and compassion. I told lies to protect people I care about from having any kind of doubt or disappointment in me. I knew lying was wrong, but, I lied anyway. My parents were not liars, in contrary, my father was as blunt as blunt could be and my mother had her dignity to protect. I grew up amidst people who believe honesty is a virtue but, I still lied. No one taught me to lie neither was I influenced by my peers.
I lied on many occasions. As a kid, food was my first love and I lied to eat as much as I wanted. I lied to escape punishment and I lied not to get people angry.
I cannot remember when I actually started lying. I know I got away with some and I got caught many times. I then grew into perfecting my lies out of pure childishness and imagination. I was not wayward, nor was I a truant. As a matter of fact, I was a bit of an angel, I was obedient, attentive at school and ran errand happily. I was a good example in my neighbourhood, however, all these did not stop me from telling lies to people I cared the most about.
My lies as a child were not that harmful, they were those little lies you could excuse a child of 8 for, but, as I entered my pre-teen, I shaped up the lies I told. Among my peers, I told a tailor- made and personalised lies. I lied about latest fashion I did not have, about shops I had never been and about food I had never tasted. Then, no one knew I lied except me. I faked reading just to be free from chores, I chose to be different and I sometimes lied to be that person.
My lies were all out of imagination, exaggerations, cover-ups and make beliefs. My teenage years went pretty smooth, I was in a state. (more…)