Dear Queen,
Happy New Year! Also Happy Women’s Day!
Facebook with their memories brought you too my attention
again, and you know that we are a generation sensitive to triggers. In order to allow these triggers to harmlessly pass through and not possess us, self
reflection is now a must.
I apologize for my neglect in 2017. Only two letters.
I have been so focused on developing and perfecting new
skills, that I completely forgot to write you.
How are you? Dear Queen, the woman in the photo from four years ago, tell me how
are you?
I look at this photo, facebook shared.
I know the thought that is running through your bones at
that particular moment.
I know the thought that is trying to control your life.
I know what you are trying to hide behind your every breath.
I know the feeling you try to mask with the pretense of
'coping well', because you want your loved ones to not worry about you so much. For months now they have been propping you up.
And now you are doing your
best to conceal your true feeling.
Fear.
You are hiding it. Though it's another badly kept secret cause your eyes
give you away. But that’s okay you can easily keep your head down in
conversation so that people don’t notice.
There is a scared girl behind those ‘questionable’ sun
glasses. Oba where did you buy them from? Thank God you lost them.
Fear is ruling your heart.
Fear that the monster that is grief will take over when your
people leave you to get back to your daily life alone. You are petrified it will overwhelm you and you will be stuck in a maze of emotions unable to find your
way out.
But your biggest fear is just knowing that you are going to
be alone. Left to your own devices.
How will you make decisions again? For months people have been
deciding for you.
There is a space there…. where your mother used to be, and
you are not sure yet what to do with it.
They have kept you in
a safe bubble for the last couple of months.
They have done what strong women do, fiercely
protected you from the world and from yourself.
And now they have to leave, back to their
lives they must go. One is planning a wedding,
another is returning overseas to pursue her doctorate.
At night you wake up terrified, and you can’t tell if the
nightmares are the birth child of sorrow, anxiety or anger.
You don’t know how you will cope.
You can’t remember the last time you felt this alone.
So I am here to tell you something about you…. I am the women from four years
later.
You are okay.
You survived.
You are doing well.
You are on track
You are focused.
We pray. You and I. We pray a lot.
Also next year you give yourself a well deserved mini break. It will change your life.
Well done Queen for being brave enough to go.
By the way they will check on you. These great friends of yours will
check on you. These are your people. You
are not alone.
Okay so now you know.
So until the next facebook memory comes along. Don’t worry
so much. We are fine.
Stay well. Continue to learn. Continue to grow.
You can handle it.
Photo credit: Unsplash
So what had happened was...
Somebody took a photo of me....
Posted it on facebook...
And I was shocked to see myself....
No amount of filters could have hidden what I saw...
I don't know who those hips belong too?
Where did they come from? How did they arrive without going through immigration? Do they have a valid work visa? I am pretty sure they are inhibiting my body illegally...How long are they planning on staying? I had gotten used to the belly fat but those hips...those hips didn't sit right with me.
I promptly decided to get active.
I knew I wasn't going to diet. 😐😐😐
I love💘 food far toooooo much to diet. So It had to be exercise!😒😒😒
This video JMS Vlogs on You Tube was what motivated me. His belly fat melted off in the video, I needed the same transformation. Not to mention the numbers representing his weight dropping on the right hand corner of the screen as he skipped each week; they helped me visualize my weight loss happening. Now I have already written about weight gain on the blog, and I am sticking to what I said the changes to my life style must be healthy and they must be done because I chose it, not because others have forced me too.
When I was younger I used to skip every day during the school holidays. My Dad was worried I'd get lazy from watching TV all day so he added skipping to my routine along with some other sports activities. 200 jumps everyday was my required amount. No more. No less. It's actually one of the few exercise I enjoyed so I knew I could do this.
Fast forward to the present day, I started my daily workout with 15 minutes of skipping every day. I would jump 100 and take 10 second breaks in between. JMS Vlogs has a guide video on skipping for beginners, intermediate and advanced . I incorporated what I could for a 'beginner'.
From all the googling I did on skipping, I learnt that it is a good exercise to choose if you are not a fan of jogging. I had tried blogilates last year and though it was good, it didn't seem intense enough of a workout for me. However now that I am skipping I may add some blogilates back into my weekly routine just to switch things up.
Gradually by the end of January I was able to skip for 20 minutes and now I am up to 30 minutes. It feels great! There are have been some challenges though...
In my next fitness update I write about water and the hunger monster😡😡😡😡.
You can read fitness update 2 here
You can read fitness update 2 here
Have you incorporated any exercise into your daily routine?
What motivated you to start?
Comment below.
(btw find me on twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)My 1st Mini Getaway in 2018: Gloria The Hippo & Murchison Falls National Park ( Part 2)
Wednesday, 21 February 2018
Day 2
Tent number 7, my home until tomorrow.
Last night I sat by the fire getting acquainted with my new travel companions. The Red Chilli Staff also informed us about Gloria, the resident hippo who just had baby. Actually what they really did was give us a stern warning. They warned us that late night trips to the toilet may result in a serious casualty if we didn't mind our way carefully.
So at 5.30am my bladder is full and merciless pleading to be relieved. But I dare not leave my tent. Can you imagine them talking at my funeral?
"On her way to the toliet, attacked by a hippo, they found her lying in her own pee.."
We shall wait bladder, we shall wait.
At 6.00am torch in hand, I dash to the communal bathrooms, pee for what seems like the longest time on record, shower,then return to the tent to get ready for the day's activities.
Yesterday, as we were settling in to our tents, the staff cautioned us about leaving food in our temporary accommodation because the resident warthogs had been known to destroy tents and everything in them in search of food. Warthogs have very keen sense of smell. So you just picture my face when I discover while getting my small backpack ready for the day, that I forgot an open packet of crisps in my bag over night. God is merciful people! Once again just imagine what they would say at my wake,
" Over a bag crisps..... both her and the room mate..... the tent ripped to shreds and Maria was drenched in her own pee, just drenched..."
Our breakfast, ordered the night before is packed and neatly labeled with names and we are allowed a cup of coffee or tea before the mad rush for the ferry. We need to be on the very first one to get to the game park early.
We make it! Our travel van is number eight in the line, so we line up and wait for the ferry to depart. As we are waiting we notice tons and tons of white stuff floating upstream, at first I thought it was pollution, and am deeply embarrassed for my country but as the ferry crosses the river I notice it's a bubbly foam. I am relived it's not plastic bags, but gosh what the heck is it?
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| This was taken later in the day but you see the same bubbly stuff.. |
I later learn that it is caused by the speed of the water, the air, and a certain type of algae living in the river.
We pick up our game park guide on the other side of the river, the sun is slowly making an appearance despite the grey sky so we head on to the park.
We saw quite a few animals, but I was taking pictures on my phone which as mentioned in the last post does not do the trip justice. Never the less here are a few to give you an idea..
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| Gloria's extended family |
We learnt about how the palm trees in the picture below came to be in Uganda. These palm trees are responsible for palm oil, which if you have natural hair, is part of the hair gold family . Elephants , being the natural guardians of the earth that they are , brought the seeds of this marvelous palm tree all the way from South Sudan in their poop! Yes elephants introduced a new tree species to Uganda; they contributed to the environment through their poop. Your poop on the other hand is NOT that special... your 💩💩💩💩 left unattended and not disposed properly is every emergency response NGO's nightmare.... a potential cholera outbreak 😐😐😐
The last part of our safari was this building, which we were told by the game park guide was built by Idi Amin ( President of Uganda from 1971 to 1979) and when he lost power they just abandoned it. It is the most peculiar thing to see in the park. This worn away building with overgrown plants spelling out raw forgotten feelings about the past.
This was just fantastic!
The holes in the picture below are homes of a particular species of bird which gets thrown out mid way through the year by another species of bird. I am told this is a reoccurring cycle. I can't remember the names of the species because I was starting to doze, the steady lull of the boat and my delicious lunch was getting the best of me. 😴😴😴
Ernest Hemingway crashed his plane near the Murchison falls ( see picture below) a rescue plane was sent to collect him and guess what that plane crashed too...😧😧😧 Though I felt mortified at fate's cruelty towards the great literary legend that Mr Hemingway is, it made for a great storytelling session by our tour guide. In fact I was waiting for the guide to add that sometimes amongst the shadows of the trees his ghost is seen scribbling away in his little black note book, jotting notes inspired by his thoughts and observations, notes that will eventually become the first original draft of another best selling book. But that's not the case, the fall is not haunted by a famous writing genius. *sigh*
The hippos we saw on boat ride, I can only assume are Gloria's immediate family, and she must be joyfully bobbing amongst them. Hi Gloria, glad we never met on a late night toilet trip. 🙋🙋🙋
Can you see the mother crocodile protecting her eggs?
still fascinated my the white form...
Day 3
We wake early once again hoping to spot the lions on our way out the park but alas the big cats and their cubs have shunned us. The only evidence of their existence are fresh paw prints crossing the road. I am happy none the less, it's been a good trip and I have seen another side of my country. As always I can't wait for the next opportunity to do so.
Thanks for stopping by!
Click Here to read part one in case you missed it.
(Btw find me on Twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
Click Here to read part one in case you missed it.
(Btw find me on Twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
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| You need to visit cause my phone photos just don't do it justice. |
Day 1
I wake up at 4.00am
because of a nightmare.
A nightmare about cannibals.
I was in a safari van
heading somewhere with cannibals *Cue any Hitchcock movie soundtrack*.
A week ago when I told my Dad that I was going to be away
for a few days, he said,
“You’ll be eaten by animals! ”
This isn’t the first time he has tried to talk me out of my
random mini annual breaks. Still I have no idea how his animal warning turned
into a-cannibals-on-safari-nightmare!? I suspect my creative subconscious dug
deep in the well of my memories and pulled from a forgotten horror film. I am
starting to realize I have been programmed to think the worst, worry shall be a familiar companion on this trip.
I give myself thirty more minutes in bed before I get up to
prepare for the journey. The special is collecting me at 6.00am. Once I have woken
up, dressed, and finished packing a
quick glance at my phone’s clock tells me that I am running late. We finally set off at 6.26am.
I arrive at Red Chilli Hideaway at 7.00am, it’s definitely
hidden because we missed the turning and have to be guided back by a boda boda.
After nervously checking in, I am told I have time for a cup of coffee. So I head up stairs to the restaurant to have
some breakfast.
“Maaaaaaaaria!” Shouts a lady from the rectangular window
linking the kitchen and the restaurant, her voice effortlessly projects across
the room. She’s done this many times before.
I am a little bit startled by her call, it reminds me of school and I
feel caught in some mischievous
wrongdoing by the headmistress. You see I am sitting in the corner, engrossed in my
odd behavior of observing other people. I walk up to the kitchen
window; she points at the milk and sugar and hands me my breakfast. This
appears to be a common feature of the Red Chilli team, the staff memorize your
name to plan your accommodation, your meals and tour activities. A nice touch
in my opinion, it helps ensure consistency in their customer service.
We leave around 7.50am. There are seven of us in the safari
van. Still recovering from my dream last night, I am naturally reserved and so
is everyone else except for one. We have a talker amongst us. Someone who is
determined to bring everyone together with the warmth of their character. He
has travelled with his wife and friend from Canada and is just soooooo enthusiastic about meeting everyone. First he makes us all go through a
group introduction using our names and nationalities.
Once introductions are done , I pull my novel out and glance
out the window as we go. The talker continues his conversation with the lady behind
me, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. He tells her
he was 18 years old when he first came to visit Uganda, and two months after his arrival Idi Amin took over, becoming our third President. The talker loves Uganda, you can hear it in his voice and every time the
van stops he makes an effort to talk to everyone and anyone in luganda. He can’t contain
his excitement, he makes jokes along the
way, and gradually his joy becomes contagious. This man is a much needed addition to our group,
without him we would all have stayed very much to ourselves.
It’s around 2.00pm when we arrive at the falls after a
long long long journey with only two proper stops to stretch our legs. Given the amount of distance we have to cover and all the activities we have to pack into a few days, it is understandable. Tummies rumbling we finally sit to eat our
packed lunch, then it’s a 45 minute hike/walk to see the falls. Our assigned guide,
Daniel, informs us that there are two falls, Murchison
Fall and the Uhuru fall. Uhuru was formed in the year of Uganda’s independence
from Britain. How fitting that the water represents our path to freedom, making
a way through the sharp black bolders until we were finally able to push our
way over the edge to independence. There used to be two tribes living on either
side and each tribe had a name for the fall until Samuel Baker came along and
named it Murchison after the President of the Royal Geographical Society. In
fact the tribes used to make regular sacrifices at the fall, a goat would be killed in
hopes that good fortune would follow. If a man wanted a wife from the other
side of the fall, he had to wait for a special day when they would line up all the single
women, and then to demonstrate his love, he would have to jump across the falls. If he made it, he got himself a wife!
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| where we ate lunch. |
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| Our guide, Daniel |
It is beautiful. I am exhausted from the heat and hiking but it
is beauuuuuuuuuuuuutiful. The view is worth it! There is something about being
near the water that’s refreshing, even in the blistering heat (my toes are
sweating) . The sound of the fall stills the self, and makes me stop and take long deep breaths. I am
always struck with a sense of gratitude that through such opportunities I can see the earth show off it's
magnificence. Doesn’t it deserve too though? It’s put up with us humans all this time.
Show off Mother Earth, you’ve earned it!
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| Would you jump across for love? |
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| Uhuru and Murchison Falls |
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| Uhuru fall |
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| Murchison fall |
The Uganda Wildlife Authority has really taken care of the
area, there is no rubbish around. The railings to help you keep your balance while walking/hiking looks
freshly painted. If they were rusty I didn't see it. The signs are still readable and placed in significant areas. There are litter bins around. There are rules that must be respected.
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| No litter...Not one piece of annoying plastic |
It’s been a good day. As we head to camp, my sweaty
sticky body is looking forward to a shower and a hot meal.
Wait! Don't leave! Here's the link to part 2, Click here
(Btw find me on Twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
(Btw find me on Twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
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