Living Abundantly

Saturday, April 30, 2016

                          "To live is the rarest thing in the world,
                                                           Most people just exist" -Oscar Wilde 


Different

Sunday, April 17, 2016


                                In order to be irreplaceable, 
                                            One must always be different- Coco Chanel

 It's very hard for us to see at times, but we are very different from each other. A difference we do not see until we are exposed to it. Until I packed up my bags and went to boarding school, I had no idea I was 'different'. To me, everyone talked the same, reacted the same etc. Like why would they be different from me? I'm awesome! *chuckles*. As soon as I got there, not even a year, I learnt I had a deeper voice than 'normal' (A difference I have grown to love), I found out I have some jumbo ears something which I later attributed to my dad. Hearing is on fleeeeek! Lol!  I learned people don't walk the same not because they're handicapped but because some people lean more on one foot than the other or lean forward and so on... You couldn't even hide that, our school sandals will tell any and every one the story. They definitely told me I had narrow feet with the smallest cutest toes Lol aka chinchin toes. Now the one I still hold against humanity. Our hair grows at different rates!!!!!!!!! I was 10 guys, bare with me. We had to have low cuts aka big chops but I noticed no matter how much pink oil (do people still use this? loved it) I used other peoples hair just grew faster right in front of my eyes. Till today, I will not tell you how many years I've been natural cause what I have achieved in years, my other natural chicas achieved in like 5 blinks. Amidst all that, I also learnt I am a people person! Something I later on banked on in school and life. I also learned I was organized with a dash of OCD. I still don't understand why people can't fold socks or underwear?? or just keep stuff organized. Completely blows my mind. Fast forward to college after meeting people from different regions, I was so convinced I was no where near normal. Like what is normal?


Blind

Saturday, April 9, 2016

 I happened to re-read Mayas' poem Take time out. The second stanza in particular caught my eye.
                                 "........Use a minute
                                       feel some sorrow
                                       for the folks
                                       who thinks tomorrow
                                       is a place that they
                                       can call up
                                       on the phone.
                                       take a month
                                       and show some kindness
                                       for the folks
                                       who thought that blindness
                                       was an illness that
                                       affected eyes alone..."


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