Aries Letters

 "Hey, you crossed my mind, I haven't seen you in a while, we should hang out"... That's how the good sis got roped back into the mystery of what feels like love but also occasionally features hate with a gent she shouldn't be entertaining.  Before I am attacked and told it's not only gents who send those messages, best believe I know that we sisters do this (guilty as charged), sometimes the devil just creeps into your mind and tells you; remember how good it felt naba Mulenga, then social media (in a very awkward manner always starts to project things on how you are feeling or what you are going through) convinces you ati "send that text, he or she probably misses you too" and there you are, mu bed with your phone typing, retyping and deleting things till you have finally concocted the "right" message and you press SEND! Then comes the heart palpitations lol kwati chipuba! 😂😂you start questioning yourself over what you have done, wonder...

 I can't do this, I can't do that, I am not so smart... I have had moments in my life where I uttered such words, maybe because I was nervous or because I didn't want to oversell myself, so I spoke words that I felt put me in a safer spot.  The past couple of weeks have been a rollercoaster, from work life to social life. You know how they say when it rains it pours? that's been my life, working long hours, being overstretched, having no room to think, breathe, or even process, just from meeting to meeting, email to email, being scolded for mistakes made in the middle of burnout, YANGU TATA LESA, I am just one person. So in the habit of being a frustrated millennial, I started to complain. I can't do this anymore, I am tired (this is true), I am failing, maybe I wasn't built for this and so much more.. This has been my location mentally, I was just filling myself with negativity and telling myself how I am not good enough for my job, or for the opportunities com...

 As a teenager, I thought my life was hectic, navigating the ugliness that came with puberty and not knowing why sometimes in my cycle I was sad for no reason or ready to fight anyone, why my bra size changed but my shoe size stayed the same, it was a hot mess. So I was ready to be an adult, to hit my 20s and have it all figured out.  LOL!!!! The 20s for me have been a bigger mess than any decade thus far. So we start with the early 20s (20 to 24) in these years, you don't know where you fully stand, you are too young for certain things but also too grown for a different set of things, and it is evident even in the way parents or guardians treat you, you are grown enough to work or be in university but get yelled at for missing curfew or even for dating (because at this age, school should still be your only love), so that ka confusion plays a number on you, am I an adult or in a trial run for being an adult?  Your early 20s also see you losing friends, all of you develop ...

My first career choice was to be a doctor, I think it was heavily influenced by one of my mum's friends. The older I grew, I realized I hate the sight of wounds and blood makes me feel super icky. My second dream was to be a police officer (I don't know why or how), third and my all-time fave was to be a "Sister-Professor" ( professor and nun), being at a Catholic school had me thinking nuns were really cool and Professor Nkandu Luo being the first female professor in Zambia had me feeling like I had to be one too. Then at some point, I was convinced I had to be a Lawyer, my mother fueled it by addressing me as State Counsel, on the other hand, my gramps wanted me to be a broadcaster (journalist), he felt it was more me because I talk a lot and I think I articulate myself well.  Fast forward to now, I am a Public Relations student working in marketing and advertising, I think I like where I am, it's where I want to be that stresses me out. As a vision board hun, I...

 Roses are red, violets are blue, if I could choose who I want to do life with, I'd choose you!  LOL! Twale lemba ama love note ifwe, not even ati what! From my primary school days, I have always enjoyed writing, from poems to secrets in my diary, as age progressed we started ama love letter. Writing the note was often a walk in the park, because it was really just either about how much you miss the person or your depth of love for the (could have been like a cup of tea, milk, or as deep as the Indiana Ocean) you had to identify which one worked for you and your relationship. The hard part in this love note situation was finding befitting dedications (Ded-keys), expressing yourself in your own words was one thing but in song? That's a whole new level of everything. Are you going for Westlife? or maybe Massari's real love? Maybe something from BoysIIMen or New Edition (Writing that line has my age showing 🙈) but you get it. Music for me is a solid love language, the minute ...

Nothing and no one can ever prepare you for adulting and all the drama it comes with. Don't get me wrong, it's not all bad days, best believe some of my greatest "Tadaaa" moments have been in my adulting years.  As I get older, one of my most consistent journeys is navigating the world from a different lens. I am walking, running, and flying through it all. Some days, I take it a step at a time, because those are exhausting days, I am just trying to get to my next step or my place of rest. Then we have the good days, where I can sprint through things, I have an okay amount of confidence to keep me believing, hoping, and achieving. Then I have those once in a blue moon OVER-CONFIDENT moments where I fly, nothing can hold me back, and no one can talk to me anyhow! I know my sh*t and I am doing it! That is a summary of life, it's a rollercoaster. Some days we're up, others we're down.. and on this part is where I slip in my favorite phrase "In all things...

Today I want to talk about the time, energy, emotion, and everything else that comes with fetching your life. I am yet to stumble across a person who has never had to reset a certain chapter of their life, if you know anyone, please send them my way, I need to ask how it feels to be God's fave! Every so often, I see posts on social media about how adulting is the biggest scam ever and I BELIEVE IT! When I was in primary school, I remember complaining about how I was struggling with my math homework, the long division questions got harder, and suddenly we had number lines and integers, not to forget my good sis BODMAS. Phew! I was a stressed-out kid. My Uncle once looked at me as I complained at the dining table and said "Kula umone", it didn't make sense then but now I totally get what he meant. I am living life at 50 "Yangu Tata Lesa's" per hour.  So fast forward to this grown girl's life and I really just want to unsubscribe! Like I said in one of ...