In The Attic Of My Mind

l have experienced some great losses in my life. With each one came the anguish of loss. The helplessness that came with the loss and the deep raw sorrow which loomed over my shoulder.

I lost my 28 years old brother when I was about 21, his death was sudden and came as a surprise to everyone. He died the year he was to get married. I took his illness for a joke. He was always okay and that was the norm for him, but, things took a different turn after 2 days, he died the third day.

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My Plummeting Confidence.

My confidence did not just plummet and disappear into the faraway, it gradually diminished with worries, doubts and what not. I was not the type of person who could shake the ground with their speech or turn heads in astonishment when spoken. No, I was not.

In myself, I could gentle crept upon a person and made a presence. In my little circus, I was present, my opinionsĀ mattered, I was someone, a little force to reckoned with.

I was sure of what I knew, I could walk up to people without thinking of their views about me. I felt the world under my feet. I radiated confidence. Taking up challenges was seen as part of life and I had a grip over any that surfaced. (more…)

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Somewhere, In The Quietness Of My Mind.

Somewhere in the quietness of my mind, I remembered how I planned my life. The life I planned was a far cry from what I live right now. I planned a life free from worries and frivolities of now.

I was young and free when I had my life planned ahead of me. I was a Journalist in my planned life. Marriage was never part of it. I owned mansions in my planned life.

Children were never part of it, despite my love for little children, I didn’t see any from my loin. I was a career woman whose trade took to any part of the world, to whom children would be a hindrance.

I planned a life far from what I experience as a child. A life free from poverty and maltreatment. I never planned to fall in love, this was for the weak and helpless. I grew up seeing maltreatment from menfolk and I planned never to be a victim.

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