Time to refresh

I had really lazed on blogging and just have the same old excuse; time. Sigh.

But it’s just an excuse. If I have time to be on other social media networks why not this blog which I was so passionate about? I have challenged myself to do more. Be more active. Write about my life to preserve some of the great memories and also give my experiences as a full time working wife and mother.

There is so much to share… The more posts the merrier right?

On family, Njeri started school; she’s now in baby class and she’s doing great so far. Every evening she entertains us with tales of her friends and what they learnt for the day. Never mind that it seems they color elephants daily 😆😎.

As for Leo my lil man is also growing so fast…can’t believe he turns two this April. He’s quite the bundle of energy. So active and full of life. I thank God for these wonderful gift of the children I have with H.

H is cool too. Being a great husband and father comes so easily to Him and I would not wish for a better partner and father to the kids.

As for me, well I’m older and wiser now. I think. 😋
I celebrated my birthday last week and had a great time being treated out to a romantic dinner. But my real highlight was the first birthday wish I received on the day. This was from a very beautiful lady both in and out, who I’ve interacted with briefly but she’s such an awesome soul. For her to remember me, my birthday and reach out to me was so sweet. I was and still I’m truly touched. Dearest Wangu. You made my birthday so special with your email. Thank you and may God keep blessing you and your family.

Here’s to more blogging and beyond!!!!


A lovely poem

They said there are five stages of grief
So here is to hiding in denial, a river in my
And here is my angry letter, in a crazy
moment I sent
Here is my bargaining poem
And my writer’s block depression
And here is me accepting it but I am still in
They said wishes and prayers are powerful
So I wished upon a shooting star for you to
stay safe,
And I prayed in the rain for you to never hurt
I wished on all the mystical dates for your
heart to find peace,
And prayed for your return but all were
wasted years
So I said to hell with it all, the grieving and
the art, the wishing and praying
Here is my anger and my broken heart
Naked, displayed for the whole world to see
I summed up all the cruelty and wrote down
my spell
Then once upon a time, you came late at
You said you saw it all and my prayers have
been right
But darling don’t you see, I never meant you
I prayed for months and weeks, for you to
stay well
Then just this one day, I wished you’d feel
my hell
If just this one prayer has actually been
Then who am I to tell, that the rest wasn’t
as well
So here is for the golden memories and for
my sweet paperman
My prayers were not wasted and I will pray
for you some more
May your soul find peace and the stars light
your way home
May you find it in your heart to someday
forget it all
May kindness overwhelm you and love
’cause darling, if your love was a grain of
Mine would be a universe of endless

Prayer, Passant A. AbdelAal


Stand Up For Yourself Girl, Men of Quality Support Gender Equality Anyway

Asaase Yaa Mma

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Let no man convince you that you will only be deserving of love after you have stifled your soul to cower under his big boot.  I mean this sincerely and earnestly when I say: you are beyond foolish if you sacrifice self-sufficient, dignified personhood for a dictator you will also call a husband. Many Ghanaian women, especially heterosexual women, are so afraid of being unmarried that they’re willing to trade in dignity for partnership. It is a major reason why women are anti-feminist: the fear that it will destroy their dating lives and their prospects of marriage. I cannot say that I blame them, after all marriage is so emphasized for women that unmarried women are treated as worthless. Even though women should not seek men’s validation, it is a widely circulated myth that women who become feminists are shunned collectively by men. Sure,  gutter…

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