Of Hormonal Imbalances: Part 3 of the BWUT Series.

If we can lean into people’s lived experiences and people’s humanity we’ll realize that the assumptions and judgments we make of people are very uncalled for and unnecessary. This is one of many reasons i decided to create this idea, many a time we judge or make assumptions about people yet we haven’t lived a day in their life. There’s always a lot more than meets the eye.

Beloved readers i welcome you to the third part of our series. I’m so grateful to you all for reading and sharing the stories that have been told so far. I’m happy but the ladies behind the stories are happier mostly for sharing their truth and that warms my heart. So continue to spread the word and let’s normalize these conversations.

Getting right into it, today’s guest made it clear that she has no chronic illness and almost chickened out saying hers is a smaller issue than the ones shared thus far. I assured her that as long as it causes you more than the usual pain, its not normal and allow yourself to open up. I’m proud of you for taking part in this and i pray you get better with time. Love and light to you my dear.

Welcome Desire PK to the Brave Women, Unique Tales series and this is her story……bonne lecture *French to mean enjoy reading*


1. When did you learn that you had hormone imbalance?

I cannot say I have had any hormonal imbalances but I can say I have had a very weird menstrual cycle from age 14 last between 7 to 14 days a month with excruciating cramp pains that take three to four days and a very heavy flow of blood out of my system. When I was younger I was told that this would change to 2 to 3 days, over 10 years later and nothing has changed.

2. How do you normally explain your hormonal imbalance induced chronic illness to people?

I would not call mine a chronic disease per se because well, its just nature. It gets very hard when other women are opening up about their cycles and I mention mine. Often times me sharing is followed with a lot of pity and shock

3. How would you describe your pain and what is it really like living with a chronic illness/hormonal imbalance?

I have very very painful cramps

4. Have you ever explained your pain to a guy? If yes how?

Yes I have, all I do is tell them straight up about it and luckily none has found it weird – surprisingly, they react better than the girls 

5. What was their reaction?

Comfort and need to help in any possible way

6. What coping mechanisms have helped you survive life with hormone imbalance/chronic illness?

 After a few years of having painful cramps, I learned how to deal with it all. I do not take any medications but rather I lay in bed and sulk the pain away. I have to also put on 3 pads at a go (its something I invented) to avoid staining, and then I keep checking in (making visits to the loos every 30 minutes ) to ensure that I am safe. I have had to leave important work tasks due to staining myself at work even though I take all safety precautions. It’s really hard.

7. Has the hormonal imbalance/chronic illness affected your eating habits?

Usually, during that time of the month for me, I tend to prefer eating vegetables and I hate any meaty meals and I prefer lots of comfort food

8. What myths /assumptions have you heard people say about your hormonal imbalance?

That it means am very fertile – LOL

9. What would you want the world to know about living with a chronic illness/hormonal imbalance?

It’s okay. It’s okay to be different really, to exceed the ordinary. Different is good because that way you get to see a whole different perspective of things that you wouldn’t have seen or experienced if it was all ordinary for you and that you are not alone. There is always someone else living with the same condition and they may be worse so be grateful it did not get as far as theirs. You are not alone.

10. Lastly, two people, you would like to thank for supporting you when times with the illness get tough

  • God
  • My family, friends and all the guys I have told and have not made it seem like I have a problem

Hope you enjoyed today’s story. More stories are on the way and i can’t wait to share them with you.

Love and Light to you all.

The H.I Chronicles.

Welcome back to the Brave Women Unique Tales blog series. Last weekend I hosted Flower and I’m very grateful for all your responses and reactions. Flower herself was amazed by them, she appreciates and is glad she took part in this. Her story encouraged a couple of other women to open up about how they are dealing with H.I and some chronic illnesses. Thank you for trusting me with your stories and i’ll do them justice by sharing and letting the world know.

On this new episode of #BWUT we have Leila. I like how raw and honest she was while telling her story. I could feel the weight come off as she kept opening up. I’m very proud of you Leila and i hope we can continue this journey of healing and acceptance together. Ladies with similar conditions, my prayer is that you know you are not alone.

Ladies and gentlemen i present to you Leila another brave woman sharing her unique story. Enjoy!!!…


I’m 28 years old and I struggle with hormonal imbalance.  My particular case manifests through irregular periods. When I say irregular I don’t just mean I miss a few periods here and there. I mean a totally unpredictable cycle. I can’t use those cute period tracker apps nor calendars that the average woman uses because what I have isn’t a cycle… it’s more like a roller coaster.

Anyway, since my very first period, I would go months without a period and when it did come, it would either be prolonged or quite heavy.  In S.5 I had a three week long period, went to the doctor, there was nothing wrong with me so I was given supplements and sent on my way. In S.6 vacation, I had a period so heavy, I had to change pads hourly or less. WHY MOTHER NATURE WHYY??  That time I was given an injection to stop the bleeding.

First year is when I realized something was terribly off. I was on my period on and off for 9 months. Yes, 9 months.  Let me put that in perspective…in the time that a woman conceives, carries a baby to term and  gives birth to her bouncing little one, I was on my period. During that period,  I would bleed for a month, then have a week off, three weeks, a few days off, 6 weeks, 5 days off, 8 weeks, week off and so on and so forth. My mum had to buy me a carton (who knew they even existed?) of pads.  Anyway, I visited numerous doctors, got scans and ultra sounds…but nothing was wrong with my uterus. I was then ordered to take tests to determine the state of my hormones and that’s when I found out I had hormonal imbalance. To date, I struggle, and as I write this, the red witch has been here for 21 days despite being on the contraceptive pill (which is supposed to help with menstrual regulation). I still deal with periods so heavy I resort to using pampers.  Yes, you read that right.  It’s embarrassing, and really frustrating. I hate being on my period.  The moment I find out I am, I get sad because I don’t know how long it will last, or how heavy it will be. Will it be so heavy I can’t freely leave home? Will it last longer than a month? Sometimes I’m lucky and it’s relatively light and short.  Other times, it comes at me with a vengeance.

Not many people know that I deal with hormonal imbalance, only my family, friends I’ve roomed with and two others who have the same problem.  I have only ever told one guy about my struggles. He’s a really good friend and when I told him…he didn’t react like a typical guy. He listened and empathized because his sister suffers with the same issues.  Would I tell another guy? I’m not sure I want to go through the trouble of explaining to a clueless man what I go through. Maybe if I decide to settle down, then I’d consider it.

The one positive I find in my condition is that I can go months without a period. “How is that a positive?” I hear you ask. Well, dear one, during those blood free months I relish the freedom of being dry…of being able to move around freely without constantly checking to make sure I haven’t stained myself (I once stained the light green seats of a restaurant. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me), I relish the freedom of sleeping naked, of feeling free. I dance for joy because I know that when the period does come, I’ll most likely miss those dry days. When the period comes and it’s an uncomfortable one, I try to remain positive, stay hydrated, shower as often as I need to and when it comes to an end…I rejoice! (I may or may not twerk happily) .

I wish women would talk to each other more often and openly about periods. We could be each other’s support systems, share our journeys and know that we don’t suffer alone. I once had an impromptu period discussion with friends. We found that most of us did not have “normal periods” and it felt good to talk to people who get it. We all left feeling lighter.  I’ve also had really great support from my mother who worries about me more than I worry about myself. She’s always looking for solutions for me…she never ceases to take an interest in my health especially regarding my period and I love her for that. My friends and siblings have always been understanding  and supportive, which makes everything easier to deal with. Also , music. Ladies , never underestimate the power of music to make you feel better.

If you struggle with hormonal imbalance, I hope reading this let’s you know you’re not alone.

Sending love and hugs your way, Leila.

#WinterABC Final Day: Appreciation Letter

Dear Afrobloggers,

Let me start by saying I’m dissecting Afrobloggers into two groups i.e the Afrobloggers who are the mind behind the WinterABC challenge. It was my first ever Afrobloggers challenge and also the very first blogging challenge ever. (I like to call it a retreat)

I’m lucky to have clicked the follow option on Twitter otherwise I wouldn’t have done this in the first place. Thank you for bringing together amazing African talent to the world. I’d never thought that one day I’d blog in a matatu on my way home or late in the night. The blogging community of Africa is really lucky to have passionate people like you.

The WinterABC challenge was a real challenge for me. I’ve only successfully completed one challenge, this was a sit up challenge which was more of a dare actually. This one was different, balancing life, work and my passion was such a rollercoaster but it also taught me how effective utilizing 24hours is. With that being said thank you for allowing us to be this creative and step out of our comfort zones.

The second part of this letter is for you my fellow Afro bloggers (see what I did there). I’m still amazed by how talented you all are, yes every one of you me inclusive. Thank you for putting yourselves up to this. I’m glad I made new friends. Well we have interacted mostly through comments and liking each others posts but that is a start.

Is it acceptable to reach out to you via email or Twitter, I mean DMs and all? I had to ask for permission as I don’t like to impose. I look forward to seeing everyone getting back into their usual blogging element.

I’ve been able to read some of your posts outside WinterABC, again Africa is filled with quite the talent. Thank you to all of my followers on the blog not forgetting my visitors from all over the world. The blog is growing and I couldn’t be any prouder.

I’ll have to add that the challenge got my creative juices running and I thought up a whole series. That in itself shows you how helpful being a part of the challenge was.

Thank you, asante sana *thank you in Swahili* , eyalama noi *Thank you in Ateso*, mwebale nyo *Thank you in Luganda* and lastly merci beaucoup * Thank you in French*

To a chapter closed and the beginning of another,

Love, Linda Stella ❤️

#WinterABC Day 21: An Old Blog and Bringing it Back To Life

Welcome back from the weekend that was. How are you doing? The second last blog of the challenge is here and what an experience this has been. I’m more than grateful to Afrobloggers and all the amazing bloggers I’ve come to know. I’ll never stop talking about how great y’all are.

The topic for day 21 is reviving an old blog and bringing it back to life. Originally I’d planned to revive My Becoming piece but along the way I started a blog series and the reactions I got were far from my expectation. Hence I’m reviving part 1 of the series.

The blog series is dubbed Brave Women, Unique Tales. It was inspired by one of my many thoughts when traveling back home. I had a few people in mind that I was going to ask to take part, little did I know I’d sparked something in many women who have been dealing with conditions so heavy and living their lives down for a while.

So friends with that being said, I introduce to the Afrobloggers WinterABC challenge on the second last day my first guest on the series.

Flower is the name I gave her as she preferred to stay anonymous. Kindly read her story and reach out to the women in your lives. We may not know as much as we think we think we know.

Also be on the lookout for our next episodes (is that what they call blog parts…help) I’m amazed by the number of beautiful and strong women coming up after Flower’story.


FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER (it’s been a part of me that long), I’ve always had irregular periods. At first I didn’t really care about it, one less thing to worry about womanhood. No cramps, no annoying moist feeling down there and certainly no feeling like the entire Niagara Falls was coming out of you when you burst out laughing.When I brought it up casually at any doctors’ appointments (it wouldn’t really be the sole reason for my visits, but I’d sneak it in because WHY NOT? I’m smart like that) the response would be that I’m young and my body would find its natural rhythm eventually.

I WAS OKAY.

IT DIDN’T REALLY AFFECT ME.

THIS WAS OKAY…I HAD MY WHOLE LIFE TO LIVE AND THIS WOULDN’T BE A BIG PART OF IT….RIGHT?…right?

right? *seeks validation from imaginary audience*

WRONG!

The moment it hit me like Simon Cowell hitting the huge red button that is followed by a large red “X” to symbolize rejection on the show “X Factor” was when I joined campus. I started to notice I wasn’t really “normal”. Remember those doctors that promised my period would normalize? Yeah they were wrong.

It got worse and my esteem got lower because I bottled it all up. My period got scarce, I’d get it about twice a year. My flow also got super heavy…pads couldn’t contain it, I’d stain my sheets even when I slept like a log (no seriously, I once googled “how to sleep like a log” and tried to stay in said position all night). It was frustrating to say the least- still is. The salt to my wound was that I had lots of friends but only one out of them shared my condition.

It wasn’t something we really talked about, it wasn’t something people sat around fires and told stories about during camping. It turned into something shameful for me. I would be perceived as less of a woman if anybody knew this side of me ..so I got an empty CocaCola bottle and did what I do best… bottled up all my feelings. (Won first prize in the annual Bootling Up Feelings Olympics that year).

Wow, Anonymous person writing about her story, that must have been tough to live with, the dear reader wonders. Yes, yes it was. It affected my esteem greatly…I had horrible resultant acne that was like a stubborn stain. No matter how hard I tried (and still do) it couldn’t allow my face to breathe. I hated myself. Fell into depression.Hated taking pictures with a flash on, I stopped looking into the mirror. There were nights (and some days…and some afternoons) where I’d cry my eyes out in frustration. It was unbearable.

What made all this worse was that I became my acne. All the good things about me were overshadowed by the acne because it affected me so much. People would say stuff like “oh she looks nice but would look better if it wasn’t for the acne”. I’d be in a good mood,walking with a happy skip in town and get stopped by random people giving me unsolicited advice on skin and telling me to try out “new” things…things that I had already probably tried before as a result of watching thousands of “Get clear skin instantly DIY” youtube videos.

“HaVe yOu TrIed GLyCerine”? *eyeroll* “Drink more water” *as if I don’t already swallow the whole river Nile* “Sister kozesa kano, kajja kuyamba” (translated as sister use this one, it will help) *eyeroll*. “Have you tried this (extremely bitter) herbal concotion?” All this irritated me and my “leopard print skin” even more. (Oh, btw, H.I also brings gifts with her, mood swings is one of them)

Last year my visits to the doctors became more intentional and specific to my hormonal condition. It clearly wasn’t a casual consultation anymore. The doctor mentioned that I’d have difficulty in conceiving at a later time in life and that crushed me escpecially because I have beautiful nieces that I LOVE TO BITS and I would absolutely love to have kids of my own someday. They just became a reminder of what I could possibly never have in my life. A “kokonyo” (translated as a showoff/enticement) of sorts. I got so angry at myself, at my body for being so damn incompetent and at God in general to whom I had prayed severally to heal me. *Cue “GOD WHY ME” and listening to sad depressing music all day phase*

I started to distance myself even further from any men/ attention I was getting from them (not that I had a variety to choose from to begin with), I decided if I stayed alone (with 80 cats) I wouldn’t have to share this tough experience with anyone and they would probably leave me if they found out. I would be a lone ranger! ….aaaaaaaand then I watched “Pretty Woman” for the 100th time in my depression and decided I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to know what that felt like rather than olympic run from my problems like I usually do (Usain Bolt ain’t got nuthin’ on me). I figured the right person (who hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting my awesome ass yet) would love me, flaws and all.

This year I decided to live courageously, to dare to love myself inspite of my flaws because for anyone to love me and vice versa, I’d have to be able to acknowledge my own badassery. I’m a smart, beautiful, stylish, accomplished,witty, beautiful woman with a great taste in music and movies and H.I can no longer hold me captive.

It’s not easy, but I’m taking one day at a time, praying about it, seeking practical solutions because I have heard of people that have been able to beat this.

*IN GOD WE TRUST. WATCH OUT FOR PART 2* *CAST*


Hope you enjoyed it. Love and light all the way from the back seat of a matatu. Be Blessed.

H.I there, I’m Hormonal Imbalance (Teheee see what I did there? Eyyyyy)

Linda here, welcome to our first part of the Brave Women, Unique Tales series. Our first ever guest decided she remain anonymous but we’ll call her Flower. I’m proud of her for sharing her story to the world. The purpose of this series is to create awareness about hormonal imbalance, fertility related conditions and chronic illnesses. Many females and males (this concerns you too men) could be down playing these conditions and the effect they have on our lives. To understand why we are doing this, check here.

Without further ado, Flower is here all weekend, show her some love, ask questions, engage her and most importantly let her story be known so that other women like her and me can get back up from a life we thought was over due to these health conditions.

Flower take it away………


FOR AS LONG AS I CAN REMEMBER (it’s been a part of me that long), I’ve always had irregular periods. At first I didn’t really care about it, one less thing to worry about womanhood. No cramps, no annoying moist feeling down there and certainly no feeling like the entire Niagara Falls was coming out of you when you burst out laughing.When I brought it up casually at any doctors’ appointments (it wouldn’t really be the sole reason for my visits, but I’d sneak it in because WHY NOT? I’m smart like that) the response would be that I’m young and my body would find its natural rhythm eventually.

I WAS OKAY.

IT DIDN’T REALLY AFFECT ME.

THIS WAS OKAY…I HAD MY WHOLE LIFE TO LIVE AND THIS WOULDN’T BE A BIG PART OF IT….RIGHT?…right?

right? *seeks validation from imaginary audience*

WRONG!

The moment it hit me like Simon Cowell hitting the huge red button that is followed by a large red “X” to symbolize rejection on the show “X Factor” was when I joined campus. I started to notice I wasn’t really “normal”. Remember those doctors that promised my period would normalize? Yeah they were wrong.

It got worse and my esteem got lower because I bottled it all up. My period got scarce, I’d get it about twice a year. My flow also got super heavy…pads couldn’t contain it, I’d stain my sheets even when I slept like a log (no seriously, I once googled “how to sleep like a log” and tried to stay in said position all night). It was frustrating to say the least- still is. The salt to my wound was that I had lots of friends but only one out of them shared my condition.

It wasn’t something we really talked about, it wasn’t something people sat around fires and told stories about during camping. It turned into something shameful for me. I would be perceived as less of a woman if anybody knew this side of me ..so I got an empty CocaCola bottle and did what I do best… bottled up all my feelings. (Won first prize in the annual Bootling Up Feelings Olympics that year).

Wow, Anonymous person writing about her story, that must have been tough to live with, the dear reader wonders. Yes, yes it was. It affected my esteem greatly…I had horrible resultant acne that was like a stubborn stain. No matter how hard I tried (and still do) it couldn’t allow my face to breathe. I hated myself. Fell into depression.Hated taking pictures with a flash on, I stopped looking into the mirror. There were nights (and some days…and some afternoons) where I’d cry my eyes out in frustration. It was unbearable.

What made all this worse was that I became my acne. All the good things about me were overshadowed by the acne because it affected me so much. People would say stuff like “oh she looks nice but would look better if it wasn’t for the acne”. I’d be in a good mood,walking with a happy skip in town and get stopped by random people giving me unsolicited advice on skin and telling me to try out “new” things…things that I had already probably tried before as a result of watching thousands of “Get clear skin instantly DIY” youtube videos.

“HaVe yOu TrIed GLyCerine”? *eyeroll* “Drink more water” *as if I don’t already swallow the whole river Nile* “Sister kozesa kano, kajja kuyamba” *eyeroll*. “Have you tried this (extremely bitter) herbal concotion?” All this irritated me and my “leopard print skin” even more. (Oh, btw, H.I also brings gifts with her, mood swings is one of them)

Last year my visits to the doctors became more intentional and specific to my hormonal condition. It clearly wasn’t a casual consultation anymore. The doctor mentioned that I’d have difficulty in conceiving at a later time in life and that crushed me escpecially because I have beautiful nieces that I LOVE TO BITS and I would absolutely love to have kids of my own someday. They just became a reminder of what I could possibly never have in my life. A “kokonyo” of sorts. I got so angry at myself, at my body for being so damn incompetent and at God in general to whom I had prayed severally to heal me. *Cue “GOD WHY ME” and listening to sad depressing music all day phase*

I started to distance myself even further from any men/ attention I was getting from them (not that I had a variety to choose from to begin with), I decided if I stayed alone (with 80 cats) I wouldn’t have to share this tough experience with anyone and they would probably leave me if they found out. I would be a lone ranger! ….aaaaaaaand then I watched “Pretty Woman” for the 100th time in my depression and decided I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be wanted. I wanted to know what that felt like rather than olympic run from my problems like I usually do (Usain Bolt ain’t got nuthin’ on me). I figured the right person (who hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting my awesome ass yet) would love me, flaws and all.

This year I decided to live courageously, to dare to love myself inspite of my flaws because for anyone to love me and vice versa, I’d have to be able to acknowledge my own badassery. I’m a smart, beautiful, stylish, accomplished,witty, beautiful woman with a great taste in music and movies and H.I can no longer hold me captive.

It’s not easy, but I’m taking one day at a time, praying about it, seeking practical solutions because I have heard of people that have been able to beat this.

*IN GOD WE TRUST. WATCH OUT FOR PART 2* *CAST*

#WinterABC Day 20: The R.A.I.S.E Program

Today is all about sharing a life changing event i once attended and mine was more of an event that was broken into weekly phases. Around 2014 many high schools were having R.A.I.S.E programs for their higher class students.

They were opening our minds to the life after school which included youth unemployment, lack of funds to enter tertiary education or start small businesses, global competition for jobs, being under-prepared for the world that is moving so fast and so much more.

R.A.I.S.E in full is Reap what you sow, Aspire to be the best you can be, Invest in your future, Start now, Education is the key to success.

We all looked forward to Friday prep nights because of these people who worked 9 to 5’s in the day and graced us with inspiration in the night. Some of the tutors were Daniel Kaweesi (who’s autograph i got), Newton Bayo (the reason girls in class paid attention during these sessions…single school problems)

He was popular at the time so this meant something

So R.A.I.S.E is one of the reasons i’m obsessed with self growth, emotional intelligence (EQ), power of positive thinking and connecting to my higher self.

During the third tutorial Daniel Kaweesa taught us how to channel our positive thinking by knowing who we are, understanding that we are valuable and emphasized greatly on changing our attitude. Positive thinking comes with financial security and personal growth. It’s safe to say more people are becoming more aware about financial discipline and embracing personal development. It is important for us to believe we can overcome any problem as long we keep our heads in the game.

My take away from the EQ tutorial was the tips on how to improve emotional intelligence:

Being self aware by being honest about our strengths and weaknesses. The tutor summarized that into three parts. Dissecting each to know where we stand and how we can improve.(Will attach an image) We were encouraged to take control of our lives, have a life plan (visit Khanani’s blog she is very good at life plans) have empathy towards one another and build trust and rapport with other people.

The three parts to help you be more self aware.

Yesterday i was clever so i wanted to change the world today i am wise so i am changing myself

-Rooney

My best tutorial was that of connecting with your higher self. It’s 6 years down the road and i’ll tell you that I do all the things i learned back in 2014 now but unconsciously. Your higher self is your true being and you can learn how to nurture him/her, build a relationship and maintain it with your higher self.

Why do you need to connect to your higher self? When you connect with him/her you start working with God and make the seemingly impossible, possible. The results of that are joy, peace, abundance and self worth. Visit Luke 17:20-21

I enjoyed the R.A.I.S.E program so much, i wish they could make it part of the school curriculum. Imagine the kind of human beings that would be let out into the world. Personally, it has molded me into a decent human being (i’m still doing my best) and i’ll forever be grateful. I still have my notes and questions from the sessions.

Thank you for reading, have a lovely weekend.

Brave Women, Unique Tales: The Chronic Illness Edition

Special greetings beloved readers. Hope you’ve had a productive week and if you haven’t the weekend is here for you to rejuvenate and you’ll try again next week.

It’s been a while since I shared anything and everything Endo or Chronic Illness like. I’ve been on a blogging retreat inform of a writing challenge called WinterABC. My creative juices are flowing so brace yourselves. Last time we had gone as far as my endo treatment trials as i shared my journey. The story continues but that story will be shared in due time.

Today I’m here to announce a special series that is starting tomorrow. I reached out to a couple of brave and special women who are victims of not only endometriosis but other chronic illnesses induced by hormonal imbalance which we are going to learn about.

Yes, they are coming on here to share with you a day in their lives(not entirely) living with an invisible illness. They’ll be guided by a couple of question prompts that I came up with. So i urge you all to read and share their stories. Feel free to engage them too, they will be on here the entire weekend.

The series is dubbed “Brave Women, Unique Tales : The Chronic Illness Edition”.

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If you know a female in your life that would like to be a part of this special. Reach out to me and let’s have their stories told. We are here for each other, no one should feel alone.

Hope you enjoy the stories and learn a thing or more. Wish you all a lovely weekend.

Love and Light

#WinterABC Day 19: Music Junction

Today’s topic is about sharing 5 songs and why they are special to me. Like many people it’s really hard coming up with just five of so many favorite tracks but this was also super easy for me. They are special because i found each one at a time i needed to hear it and carry the message with me.

Taught Me to Have Hope Again.

There was a time when i got tired of being patient. I almost quit an opportunity i’d worked so hard for only because i wasn’t getting what i wanted. Danny Gokey’s words gave me hope and reminded me to be thankful to God for what He has given me so far. I surely hadn’t seen it yet at the time but the hope and patience got me to a better place. Is your heart heavy, are you tired of waiting? Listen to this song, the entire album if you may. The album is titled Haven’t Seen It Yet.

One Way Got Me Out of Dark Times.

TAMELA MANN!! This woman’s voice is beautiful, she sings songs that will make you cry and run back to God if you’d turned your back on Him. For my Good was a song i listened to over 50 times last year and 2018. Do the lyrics of a song ever get to you and have you questioning your life? (Maybe i’m weird) I could write about all the song’s on the One Way album but this one is special. Our lives are in the hand of God and we have to trust in His plan even when we get distracted by what we see. I hope you get a chance to listen to it.

One of The Deepest Songs I’ve Listened To.

I can’t talk about music and not go old skool on y’all. I’m the biggest RnB old school fan i know but if you want to top my list then be my guest.(You have to earn it) TLC lost their member Lisa Lopes aka Left Eye (RIP) but Chilli and Tboz keep slaying even in 2020. Anyways Unpretty is a song that tackles women’s self worth which is still an issue today. When you first listen to it you’d think it’s about a girl seeking to be free from her oppressing boyfriend but the fact is the antagonist is the woman herself. I was curious what the song meant because I’ve known it my entire life and was not buying the oppressing boyfriend story. So listen to it and check this out.

Their Voices, The Whole Album Is Therapeutic.

Bringing you back to Africa, Kenya to be exact. I came across this one on Trace Gospel one Sunday during the lock down times. They have amazing voices for people with small bodies (this is me trying to make a point) The song is a mix of Swahili and English. It has a beautiful message. El Shaddai or just Shaddai is one of the names of the God of Israel. El Shaddai is conventionally translated into English as God Almighty 

El Shaddai Uko na kile me nadai Ulinipenda hata Kama me sifai translated as El Shaddai You have everything that i want You loved me even though i don’t deserve it. Go on then listen to this beautiful song.

I Relate to Every Line In This Song


First of all big shout out to Marvin who introduced me to NF. Marvin is an amazing human being 2019 sent my way. (Marvin when you see this don’t cry, bask in your moment of fame ) Anyways NF has the deepest, most vulnerable, raw and mind boggling lyrics I’ve ever come across. He is a rapper and the only one whose entire albums I’ve listened to. (Ironically the song started playing as i was writing this) It has so many life lessons and pieces of advise we may want to be told but fear to hear because human beings have a problem with the truth.

Yeah, handouts create lazy people I’m not impressed with
You want something in life, then why don’t you go and get it?
Actions speak louder than words do, it’s pretty quiet, isn’t it?
Look at the world we live in, defined by comment sections
Surround yourself with people that challenge how you think
Not people that nod their head and act like they agree
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That’s it folks. My 5 songs and why they are special. Hope you enjoy them and make sure to try out the albums too.

God Bless You All. Until tomorrow.

#WinterABC Day 18 : Camping Nightmare

It’s day 18 of 22 which means this beautiful journey is coming to an end. Creative writing is the theme of today specifically forming a story with the line “By the time he woke up, I was dying….” The stories I’ve read are amazing and here is a two page novel excerpt from my mind. Enjoy!


Before i returned home i’d wanted us to go camping for the weekend but Ryan was not having it. I know he is afraid of the dark but they’d be a camp fire to take us throughout the night. So i didn’t see why he was fussing about it.

Gloria rushed into the room and i gave her the bad news. “Ryan this is the one chance we have to go camping before we all get busy with life. Why would you want to pass this chance up?” Gloria said. He looked at us with a little worry and a smug on his face. “Fine but i’m only going because you asked me to drive.” Ryan said. “I could possibly sleep in the car just for safety but we are going anyway” he added.

Two hours later we hit the road me and Gloria excited to the core. While in the car we do a simple roll call just to make sure we packed everything. “Wait a minute….” i exclaim. “Did you guys know we have to do a treasure hunt tonight? Gloria did you know?” i ask. “Well that was the surprise and if i mentioned it before we left,Ryan over here would bail.” she replies. I could read the anger off his face but we were half way the journey. It was too late to turn back.

At the campsite were tents being set up by excited revelers. The music was loud everyone looking for a familiar face and endless chatter from young energetic girls and boys. I’ve traveled with Gloria before but this is the biggest adventure escapade we’ve been on. Left my worries at the entrance because this weekend was about fun and nothing else.

As dawn falls we gather around the blazing fire for warmth and a short meet and greet with other campers. Instructions are given and the treasure hunt lists spread out. Before we head out i rush to the car where Ryan is rested listening to music “We are headed out for the treasure hunt, can’t move with my phone so we’ll see you later” i said hurriedly. “Cool. Hey, be safe…” he replied lazily. I smile and walk way.

#WinterABC Day 17 : Of Current Affairs

After a whole day of thinking i decided to sit this one out. There’s so much going on in the world that you’d expect me to have a lot to say on current affairs. We have issues we would like to share but how to put that in words that will not come off as mean or insensitive is not easy.

In Uganda just like any other country we have corona virus cases and they keep increasing. Every day i get to move out of the house and see what this pandemic has done to people. My concern is mostly those who are out of work, the people that worked for money not to save but to survive. I don’t know how to put that in words without getting teary. What is the true importance of the Ministry of Disaster Preparedness?

The news is filled with greedy and selfish politicians who are the least bothered about the people that voted them into power. What kind of leaders live among us? The 2021 elections are coming up, they are warming up their lies and ready to blindside desperate people. I voted once and i’m highly unlikely to vote again. (that could change a long the way)

Rape victims have gotten voices but they are not getting the attention they need and deserve. Coming out and sharing their stories is one step in the right direction but what about the rapists.What happens to the individual that left a permanent scar on an innocent soul. One rapist (student of the bar course in Ug, LDC) had the audacity to file a law suit against the female he raped. What kind of lawyers is the country molding? (Pardon me if i used the law terms wrongly) The lawyers to be reading this, our nation deserves better,we need people ready to fight for justice.

“Celebrities” are running out of what to do and wasting their hard earned money to look for cheap popularity in the media. The economy is already bad as is, they could use that money to invest or diversify their brands or businesses. (But who am i to judge)

Outside my third world country home, racism has never stopped and some white people have the audacity to portray their ignorance. I’m not letting all the other silently supportive anti racism folks of the hook. Its is a united we stand, divided we fall kind of situation. There’s something wrong and i still don’t get it. What is extremely harmful or scary about a black person, what is wrong with accepting someone for who they are? I still don’t get it God, maybe one day.

2020 has and is still a tough year but it has challenged me to think about so many things. The people or places i thought were superior are not superior after all. Is the world coming to an end? I don’t know either. Is this a sign from the universe that people need to change their ways, maybe but i will never know. Or is it a second chance at life but to be lived differently, with intention, faith, respect and genuineness.

I will never know but maybe you do. Folks as much as i did want to share what is on my mind, i actually don’t have it in me to go that deep. I’d like to commend all the people in their different capacities fighting the good fight for the girl child, women, mothers, unemployed youth, SME business owners,the individuals whose homes and businesses have been occupied by the ever so strong waved Lake Victoria (will do a piece on this) Not forgetting the boy child too.

Love and light to you all.