Get your nails done!
I suggest Sparkles.
Have you ever tried their pedicure chairs?
They will shake every last piece of fatigue out your bones.
Have you ever tried their pedicure chairs?
They will shake every last piece of fatigue out your bones.
Take your headphones with you when you go, because you have to go!
Plug into your fave music on your phone.
Proceed to zone out until further notice,
Or atleast until the turquoise nail polish is dry.
Or atleast until the turquoise nail polish is dry.
On a quiet morning when there is not much to do.
Start writing your feelings down.
The ones that have plagued you internally, draining your energy for weeks.
Wait..wait..actually..Paint them!
Start writing your feelings down.
The ones that have plagued you internally, draining your energy for weeks.
Wait..wait..actually..Paint them!
Yes...YES! Make a glorious mess on paper!
After all today is the day you don't need to follow the rules.
Paint your emotions.
After all today is the day you don't need to follow the rules.
Paint your emotions.
Give them colours.
Especially the ones that can't be described by words.
Especially the ones that can't be described by words.
You need to keep your body active
We hate lethargy.
I know life is tough and defeating sometimes
But we cannot lie cocooned in defeat all the time.
As the great Maya Angelou once said
"Still I Rise"
We hate lethargy.
I know life is tough and defeating sometimes
But we cannot lie cocooned in defeat all the time.
As the great Maya Angelou once said
"Still I Rise"
Add all the female singers that make you feel like a strong woman achieving things.
Mix in some Tiwa Savage, Rihanna, Cardi B, and Nicki Minaj too
Call it your 'Not today Satan' playlist
Exercise to it for 30 - 45 minutes.
On Sunday go to church.
After mass carry out all your feminine duties
and obligations quickly and quietly.
Then nap for two hours guilt-free in the afternoon.
No one will die
The walls will not collapse.
God will not let your house burn down.
Some cups and plates may get chipped or broken.
The adventurous children might get some scraps and small bruises.
Heck..the curtains might get singed just a little.
But Trump will not press the nuclear button
And North Korea with not launch those missiles
Don't listen to family members' protests.
They will be fine.
How did they survive before you?
Don't worry, they will figure it out.
I mean...Were you born into stupid?
Did you marry stupid?
Are you raising stupid?
and obligations quickly and quietly.
Then nap for two hours guilt-free in the afternoon.
No one will die
The walls will not collapse.
God will not let your house burn down.
Some cups and plates may get chipped or broken.
The adventurous children might get some scraps and small bruises.
Heck..the curtains might get singed just a little.
But Trump will not press the nuclear button
And North Korea with not launch those missiles
Don't listen to family members' protests.
They will be fine.
How did they survive before you?
Don't worry, they will figure it out.
I mean...Were you born into stupid?
Did you marry stupid?
Are you raising stupid?
On Wednesday ...
While everyone else is at work..
That strawberry cheesecake you said 'NOOOOO' to two weeks ago
It is still very much needed in your life.
While everyone else is at work..
That strawberry cheesecake you said 'NOOOOO' to two weeks ago
It is still very much needed in your life.
Go eat it!
He likes your hips
And dresses need curves!
Oh... and buy that lipstick
That dress too
That handbag
Do you need those shoes?
You decide.
Maybe a new book too.
He likes your hips
And dresses need curves!
Oh... and buy that lipstick
That dress too
That handbag
Do you need those shoes?
You decide.
Maybe a new book too.
Watch Sarah and Duck with your niece.
Because who doesn't love Sarah and Duck
You must be mad not to...
Because who doesn't love Sarah and Duck
You must be mad not to...
Stop reading a book that has been boring you for months.
You have tried..really tried to like this book.
I mean.. it has Former President Obama in it.
But sadly the author isn't really a talented writer
Just someone who got offered a book deal.
Shame because you really love books that celebrate Obama
But this one my dear is for chucking...
You have tried..really tried to like this book.
I mean.. it has Former President Obama in it.
But sadly the author isn't really a talented writer
Just someone who got offered a book deal.
Shame because you really love books that celebrate Obama
But this one my dear is for chucking...
Chuck it on that big-disappointment pile you have in the corner of the room.
Now start a new one dear... you know you have plenty to get through!
Like Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
Like Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
Did you pray?
Did you meditate?
I say it all the time.
You know you need to.
Switch off your phone.
Make time for God.
You soul needs it.
Did you meditate?
I say it all the time.
You know you need to.
Switch off your phone.
Make time for God.
You soul needs it.
On Friday text your best friend
Make time to meet and catch up
Watch a movie, have dinner with some cocktails
Watch a movie, have dinner with some cocktails
Vent about stuff
Consult on serious matters
Laugh for one hour, Cry the next, then laugh again
It is all part of the joys of friendships.
Laugh for one hour, Cry the next, then laugh again
It is all part of the joys of friendships.
Give her the late birthday present you promised
Drive home feeling rejuvenated about future goals and projects.
Carefully dispose of your weighing scale.
You are on leave...
You are on leave...
This week you shall eat,
and who wants to be harassed by kilograms?!
Besides your writing buddy has invited you to Zumba class on thursday
Never mind that you'll be eating calorie-heavy food and cocktails afterwards..
Besides your writing buddy has invited you to Zumba class on thursday
Never mind that you'll be eating calorie-heavy food and cocktails afterwards..
In the evenings
Try a face mask
Try a face mask
a muddy one
a cucumber peel one...
a honey and oats one..
a coconut milk and brown sugar one...
take your pick
there are so so so many!
Sleep at night.
The Sunday afternoon nap is not enough.
Politely tell the worry monster to ***** off.
Tell him/her all about Matthew 6:25 .
The Sunday afternoon nap is not enough.
Politely tell the worry monster to ***** off.
Tell him/her all about Matthew 6:25 .
Give yourself the good gift of sleep.
A lot of healing occurs during good restful sleep.
And when you wake...
And when you wake...
Stay in your comfy pajamas till 2.00pm.
Ignore family members' burning stares.
It's only for one day anyway...
It's only for one day anyway...
Return to bed.
Watch that series you've not had time to finish.
Watch that series you've not had time to finish.
At midnight when the neighborhood is still,
Open your curtains look at the stars.
Remember how the little girl in you once saw magic in twinkles?
Dare to ask that little girl inside you tonight,
Open your curtains look at the stars.
Remember how the little girl in you once saw magic in twinkles?
Dare to ask that little girl inside you tonight,
"Are you happy?"
"Did we do what we set out do do?"
After all she's the one who dreamed up your present.
The dreams she confidently discussed with loyal doll and teddy bear friends,
Over 'tea' in her much loved neon pink plastic flower patterned toy tea set.
'Tea' consisting of cold tap water and mushed leaves pinched from a flower bush in the garden,
and a slice of white bread stolen from the fridge
when Aya Rose was busy 'illegally' watching Benny Hinn on TV.
"Did we do what we set out do do?"
After all she's the one who dreamed up your present.
The dreams she confidently discussed with loyal doll and teddy bear friends,
Over 'tea' in her much loved neon pink plastic flower patterned toy tea set.
'Tea' consisting of cold tap water and mushed leaves pinched from a flower bush in the garden,
and a slice of white bread stolen from the fridge
when Aya Rose was busy 'illegally' watching Benny Hinn on TV.
It's the day before you return to work,
Thoughts are swirling as you prepare for the rush of tomorrow
My oh My
What would Aya Rose say to the woman who you've turned into today?
A grown one now.
One that irons her real work outfit and sets it aside for the next day.
One that gets her real hand bag out and organizes her REAL things in it.
One that has real make up to shine her face for the day.
My oh My
What would Aya Rose say?
To the girl who once fell into a pond chasing a plastic bag she thought was a fish!
Thoughts are swirling as you prepare for the rush of tomorrow
My oh My
What would Aya Rose say to the woman who you've turned into today?
A grown one now.
One that irons her real work outfit and sets it aside for the next day.
One that gets her real hand bag out and organizes her REAL things in it.
One that has real make up to shine her face for the day.
My oh My
What would Aya Rose say?
To the girl who once fell into a pond chasing a plastic bag she thought was a fish!
Appreciate the fact that ALL this
Taking time to love yourself
Taking time to love yourself
is a sweet luxury.
Be grateful that you can.
And brace yourself
It's going to be a busy week
Your phone is already buzzing dear.
And brace yourself
It's going to be a busy week
Your phone is already buzzing dear.
Thank you for dropping by, please do again soon.
Pinks roses, baby's
breath and yellow carnations in a cute little bow peep basket,
hand delivered by
Jjuuko's Flower shop on Monday morning.
There's a tiny note
attached from ever persistant Charles
'Mama' Helen the
elderly receptionist smiles at Martha.
"Beauuuuuuuutiful!"
she chuckles as she hands the basket over.
You don't seem
excited?" she prys;
Twenty five year
old Martha dashes up the polished marble stairs of the accounting firm,
balancing herself as
best as she can in her purple pumps and a sleek black dress.
She is pleading with
the universe to allow her safe passage to her desk unnoticed.
But the universe duly denies
her request.
She bumps into Agnes
on the second floor.
"Have you seen
Kirabo, I need her input for these PSA messages? Oooooo... those look lovely,
Bambi enjoy it,"
She romantically sighs, "once you are married
those things stop
happening."
At her desk, Martha quickly glances at the
note, before hiding the flowers
in the cabinet.
Charles must have
copied a line from brainyquote.com
He calls at lunch
time.
On their first date he
told her,
“When I see something
I want, I just have to get it!”
He never beats around the bush.
"Did you get the
flowers? You're not replying my whatsapp messages."
"Oh sorry, been
busy all morning, not had time to check my phone" she lies.
There is a long pause
She can feel his stifled
disappointment through the phone.
"Thank you!"
She says, trying to sound upbeat.
Her eyes quickly run
through his fifteen unread messages on her phone.
The skin around her
nails is pink and distressed from her picking them throughout the morning
A teeny bubble of
dried blood has formed at the base of her middle finger nail.
"Listen...I'll
call you in the evening. Thank you so much once again," she hangs up.
"Shouldn't I feel
something for Charles?" She wonders.
But she feels nothing
There is nothing in
the pit of her stomach.
If she marries Charles
their lives are set.
Jobs, money, houses,
their off spring in the right schools etc...
Her Ssenga introduced him to her in January at a kwanjula.
The son of her wealthy
connected best friend.
"A match made in
heaven for you Martha,
He may not be
handsome,
but he's responsible and reliable and that is what counts in marriage these days.
Don't be like me Child...
For the fifth night in
a row your father isn't home,
I am alone,
scrambling for school fees for your brother in this God-forsaken economy. "
scrambling for school fees for your brother in this God-forsaken economy. "
Her mother reminds her
on her return home in the evening.
“Martha, are you going
to have tea? The flask is on the table.”
“No…Let me go shower.”
Martha leaves the
flowers on the kitchen table.
On Tuesday she asks
Ben to give her a lift home.
She is too
exhausted to struggle with public transport this evening
He cheerfully waits in
the parking lot in a turquoise Hipsum
As she enters the car
from the passenger side,
He grabs his tattered
dairy and a stack of old newspapers from the seat,
then stuffs them in the
back.
“Wait!” he panics
while dusting off some crumbs from yesterday’s meat pie
“Okay…..now sit.”
“But Ben, why is it so
hard for you clean your car?” Martha teases.
A friend since her
university days, she trusts him with her whole self.
He is book smart, with
a heart of gold, a very rare combination for an african male, according Martha’s youthful opinion
Last Sunday morning after church service he
surprised her by making it clear that he wants more.
As they drive, he sings
along and taps his hands on the steering wheel in time to the music,
After one hour
of crawling through Kampala traffic, bumper to bumper,
He gives her a mars
bar from a Shoprite shopping bag.
Ben’s sweet tooth
never lets him move anywhere without a treat nearby.
"What are you
doing on Saturday? Come with us to Entebbe.
A friend of mind is
opening a new restaurant."
"Maybe...I'll let
you know." She says while scanning through her messages.
Another hour passes before
they finally reach her home.
She is saddened
by her relief to see the gate.
The lighthearted
friendly banter between them
forever changed by that Sunday morning
conversation.
"I'll text
you." he says
"okay...thanks
for the lift, safe journey home" she replies.
But there is nothing
there for him too.
Nothing in the
pit of her stomach.
Her Mother is peering
from the window
"You'll have to
choose soon, you can't keep stringing them along."
Her mother secretly
likes Ben, but Ssenga persuaded her Charles is best.
"Sure"
Martha's says as she scampers up the stairs to avoid another lecture.
“You’re not having tea
today as well? You children think I just buy milk and sugar like decorations
for the house.”
"I have finally
seen more land I want to buy." Moses proudly announces.
Sharing a double
Chocolate Fudge Obsession desert with Martha at Java's Cafe Kampala Road
It's Friday evening. Every
young person of age is looking for the ultimate party plot.
Moses knows and has
access to all of them.
His mobile
phones are neatly laid out on the table as they eat.
Every now and then one
buzzes and he interrupts himself to pick up and close a deal.
They interned in the
same law firm two years ago.
Both assigned to
record keeping,
They would laugh &
joke their way through the long hours of strenuous paperwork.
Martha is wearing ruby woo mac lipstick which complements her
complexion,
Because Moses has
always liked shinny things.
An inside joke
between them.
She stuffs her mouth
with dessert so he won't expect much talk from her.
But he never has, a
peacock in a flashy suit that loves the sound of his own voice.
"I have a brother
coming from the States, would you like anything?
How about a new phone?
An iphone would be good for you."
She starts to reply,
but the sticky fudge has caught her tongue
and all the words she
had, are jumbled up stuck at the ceiling of her mouth
Last month he casually
informed her that it made logically sense for them to date.
"You're not fussy
and needy like other women, I need someone level headed like you,
it can work out
well for us. Just think about it."
The fudge loosens it's grip on her tongue.
But the words have all
gone.
She feels nothing
for him.
Nothing in the pit of
her stomach
He drops her home in
his silver Benz at midnight.
She doesn't want to go
to the new Snap vodka launch at Club Rouge.
As usual, her Mother
is waiting for her in the sitting room.
"Where did he get
the money to buy that swanky car?" she asks.
"I don't
know." Martha replies the smell of sweet fudge tangled in her breath.
"Those are the
dangerous ones, the Police will come in the night
and snatch him away as
you breastfeed your newborn.
Is that the life you
want for yourself?"
At 1.00 am Martha is
seated on the edge of her bed
The house is quiet,
everyone has gone to sleep
She welcomes the silence
She knows where her
heart is.
It's six feet
under concrete, buried with the body of Alan.
Her eyes glazed she
remembers,
the first time they
met at Malcolm's .
It is where all the
students went on Fridays after lectures.
His hair was freshly
cut
His beard was neatly
shaven
Tanya her university
room mate introduced them.
Their eyes locked
She was whooped, and
pleasantly annoyed by the cliche of love at first sight
"Oh my God, it's
true!" she thought.
The intensity of his
stare made her shy, as if naked
and deep down in the
pit of her stomach
a spark ignited,
sending warmth all over her body.
Afterwards on their
many dates & shallow lovers' tiffs,
delirious and isolated
in the magic bubble of infatuation
They planned their
lives together
What careers they'd
create..
The home they would
build together...
The number of kids
they'd bear...
"Five!" He'd
tease her "Maybe even seven!"
"We cannot afford
that much school fees!" she'd huff and fold her arms,
pretending she didn't
want to be touched.
But her body would
always betray her.
A year and half later
from the day they met, his sister Anne called at 1.00 am.
Rubbing sleep from her
eyes " Hi Lover", she joyfully answered,
thinking it was Alan
calling to wish her goodnight.
If he didn't have
credit on his phone, he used his sibling's .
Expecting his smooth
tenor voice, she was startled into sitting upright in bed by squealing.
Was he still at the
club?
Had Anne pocket dialed
her by mistake?
Then she recognized
the animal like squeals were cries of shock, grief and denial
All mixed in one.
And the bubble was
burst.
Stark reality came
flooding through...
In between Anne's
uncontrolled sobs, Martha heard words her heart refused to swallow
"He's
dead....He's gone....
knocked....knocked
off a boda boda
Why did he take one
Martha?
We told him not too...
We told him NOT TOO.
His body is cold
Martha,
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| just imagine....we need this feature film to happen. |
Day 1
4.00 am: It's dark everywhere, which means power (electricity) has gone.
In Uganda electricity can 'leave' and not tell us when it will return.
In Uganda electricity can 'leave' and not tell us when it will return.
6.00 am: Must drink my small bottle of water.
Why?
Because access to toilets during the day is limited.
I need my body to hydrate and cleanse itself before we hit the road for work.
So glug glug glug...
Why?
Because access to toilets during the day is limited.
I need my body to hydrate and cleanse itself before we hit the road for work.
So glug glug glug...
6.30 am: Who is that confused man loudly conversating across the hotel courtyard ?
And who is that woman replying in high pitched excitement?
Why are they so pleased with themselves so early in the morning?
She must be cleaning I can hear the splash of the rag cloth disturbing the bucket of water.
I can hear the effort in her voice as she scrubs.
And who is that woman replying in high pitched excitement?
Why are they so pleased with themselves so early in the morning?
She must be cleaning I can hear the splash of the rag cloth disturbing the bucket of water.
I can hear the effort in her voice as she scrubs.
Don't they know some of us enjoy quiet starts to the day,
beneath the blanket warmth of our beds?
beneath the blanket warmth of our beds?
7.00 am: I really don't want to shower with cold water.
Day 2
6.00 am: Lately waking up for me has been a first world problem.
My mind is ready, my body isn't.
It's sluggish and slow.
I hear my mind sing to my body every morning,
"Time to get up!"
And I hear my body grumpily reply,
"What's the point?"
7.00 am: cold shower again...
8.00 am: Once I have got through my morning routine,
sat down for hot fresh katogo,
I am actually fine.
sat down for hot fresh katogo,
I am actually fine.
I am surprisingly eager to begin today's activities.
Day 3
5.oo am: If I really want to know how I feel about something,
I ponder on it first thing, ahead of the the crack of dawn.
Before that first light slips past the wonky slit in the hotel curtains
Before that first light slips past the wonky slit in the hotel curtains
those virgin thoughts,
those untainted feelings,
those are the authentic ones.
I listen to those.
I listen to those.
7.00 am: Really really don't want to shower with cold water
Day 4
4.30 am: I have discovered the best prayers are the one's said in the morning.
Before the cockerel crows
Before my first yawn,
Before my first stretch,
Before I rub the tiny sticky fairy dust off my eyes,
I begin my conversation with God.
6.30 am: On my knees, head bowed low, I continue with prayer.
7.00 am: Really really really don't want to shower with cold water.
Before the cockerel crows
Before my first yawn,
Before my first stretch,
Before I rub the tiny sticky fairy dust off my eyes,
I begin my conversation with God.
6.30 am: On my knees, head bowed low, I continue with prayer.
7.00 am: Really really really don't want to shower with cold water.
"What seem our worst prayers may really be, in God's eyes, our best.
Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling.
For these may come from a deeper level than feeling.
God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us…off our guard."
CSLewis
Those, I mean, which are least supported by devotional feeling.
For these may come from a deeper level than feeling.
God sometimes seems to speak to us most intimately when he catches us…off our guard."
CSLewis
*The minions are the result of discovering Facebook stories
(btw find me on twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
(btw find me on twitter @mariajulietrose 😀)
Kindly allow me carry out my friendship duties, and dispense the little bit of wisdom I have about this junction in your life.
Take my advice in good faith though, I am speaking with good intentions but you must remember it's still based on my perspective, and you need to take into account your own opinion and many others too.
May I suggest we start with the Bible?
I am not a Pastor...so you'll just have to flip through the old testament until you stumble on
ECCLESIASTICS
I used to avoid this book of bible, the only part I was comfortable reading was "A Time for Everything" and that was because of the movie 'A Walk To Remember'. Back then, I was a Mandy Moore Fan(.... I still am).
Before we proceed, first be warned, you will need to learn to continually cheer yourself in this phase of life. It is a tough internal battle and requires mental strength. Your ideas of the world will change, your goals will too. To survive, you will have to spend time assessing, re-adjusting and forging new plans.
"I accomplished great things, I built myself houses and planted vineyards, with all kinds of fruit trees in them. I dug ponds to irrigate them. I bought many slaves, and there were slaves born in my household. I owned more livestock than anyone else who had ever lived. I also piled up sliver and gold from royal treasuries of the lands I ruled. Men and women sang to entertain me..." ( Ecclesiastes 2 : 4 -9)
" Then I thought about all that I had done and how hard I had worked doing it, and realized that it didn't mean a thing. It was all like chasing the wind- of no use at all."(Ecclesiastes 2: 11)
" We leave this world just as we entered it- with nothing,. In spite of all our hard work there is nothing we can take with us." (Ecclesiastes 5: 15-20)
"The same fate awaits human beings and animals alike. One dies just like the other"
So if life is useless...than what now?
Are you still waiting for answers...
You most likely will not find them here.
But while you are here, here is the wisdom I offered at the beginning of this post ...
Speak to yourself nicely...what is the point in being harsh? The reality of your discovery will not change.... so no point making yourself feel uncomfortable. I urge you to take care of yourself the best you can, because even though Ecclesiastics was sought of right, ironically his writing lived on to the present day and his despair/mid life crisis is still educating us.
Accept that there are some questions you may never have answers too. For the questions that do have answers you may not like them...so just learn to accept. Once you accept, you can clearly figure out what's next.
Pray for wisdom, you need to navigate this world somehow...
The minute I thank the universe for something , more of it appears...why? maybe magic?
Go on try it, and get back to me with your results.
You need to laugh and in this place we call home, what else can you do but laugh at the mystery of it?
"Useless Useless, said the philosopher. It is all useless."
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