TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

There is just something about life in the village. It moves on its own accord. The idea of time is almost non-existent because you just tend to lose track of it. Time is wrapped in maze or a bubble of some sort. You either have a lot to do or none at all. Sometimes time stands still and sometimes there is insane work or crazy neighbourhood drama to carry the day. Whatever the case, your mind just tends to wander to distant horizons than it probably would in the hustle and bustle of urban areas. Whether it is fantasy or just some crazy nonsensical idea, this place gives you enough moments to think about your life or just the meaning of life in general. In one of those still moments, my mind drifted to the post I did two weeks ago regarding Friends with Benefits . I was just wondering why some of us choose to have these good-time-person kinds of relationships. I was wondering why we are so afraid to invest in our feelings. Why we’d rather give that person a part of us but

Photo from Instagram  @MelaninMajority Woman. Made of love, Brings love, Gives love, Is love, And Love is her. Under the sun, She blooms, Under the stars , She glimmers, Under the moon. She glows. The tempest she braves,  And she keeps strong. To the wavering spirit, She is hope, To the wounded, She is a healer. Like the shoots of the ivy so tender, She wounds the hearts of the troubled, She brings forth comfort. Her life,  Her presence, Her soul, Forever is, And forever will be, A dwelling place, A resting place, A shelter.

I am just going to get straight to the point; Men you are welcome to read this. Ladies though, grab the front row seat and take this in. I am not perfect when it comes to all things men but what I have come to learn about men is that they always know if they want you for fun or if they want to be serious with you. They always do. Here is the thing though; most of them will not tell you which category you fall into. Either they suck at communicating or they expect us to read their minds I really don't know. For the men reading this, we are not mind readers. Communicate your desires straight on please. This business of beating around the bush is totally tiring for some of us. So ladies, before you get involved with a man who seems interested in you, put your big girl pants on, be the good communicator and ask that man what he wants with you. If the guy is fidgeting or is giving you vague answers just leave him or else you will be crying for someone who was in

There I was roaming the streets of FaceBook when boom, I bumped into the profile of a guy I had a crush on like seven years ago. Curious, I went to his timeline just to check what was going on with his life and I found out that he got happily married. As I scrolled through his timeline, memories of that time just flooded my mind. I had actually forgotten about this particular crush because that is what is supposed to happen with crushes right? Crushes are those people who take over your mind so intensely for a short while. They give you those fluttery butterflies and chills only for a moment and after those moments, those chills somehow expire leaving you with that kind of feeling you get after an adrenaline rush. At least that was how I felt after I stopped crushing on him. I felt alive, awakened and just brightly awesome. So this crush of mine was Hindu. Yes, Hindu. How I came across him was cliché but he always happened to be on the path I used to take home from my CPA classes aro

I was talking to my friend earlier this year about an experience I went through about 2 years ago. It was a hellish one and this friend had noticed something was up then but I never said a thing even after this friend asked me all sorts of What- is -up- questions. So after I finally spoke of it 2 years later this friend of mine straight out said, " You know that is the problem with you. You do not talk about stuff and just look at how it ate you up. You lost some goddamn weight!!!" It was really blunt. A 100 proof no chaser, that is how this particular friend is.  I laughed it off but it was the truth. As much there are some chapters in our lives that we do not dare talk about, I do that for most of my chapters. I keep things. I check out and I go through all of it alone. By the time I speak of whatever it was that happened, I have already dealt with the issue and it just comes out like a story once upon a time. Talk about the perks of introvertedness.  It is no