TRUDDIE'S DIMENSION

Dear Dearest, I know it's been long. We always think we can keep up with something but things happen in life and you just lose interest in a lot of things. Somehow the drive you had gets lost and you get worried that you are totally never going to get it back. In this context I mean why write a letter when you are not in the mood? A letter carries emotions, desires and soul. In today's world it can be quite pointless. I hope you understand when I say that I struggle sometimes to put my thoughts into a letter. I don't mean to say I will stop writing you letters. I just mean that sometimes words will escape me and the letters will not be as pronto but I will keep on.

  I was a kid who used to ask a lot of why questions. I used to follow everything I was told with Kwa nini? I just wanted to know the why certain things were the way they were or why some decisions were made. Along the way however, I stopped asking. May be I grew up and realized many people were lying or may be I realized I was a nuisance. I really don't know but I am going with the latter. So to stop being a nuisance I read a lot and fed myself with information.

As a woman I have generally lived praying and hoping that no bad thing will ever happen to me and that no man will take advantage of me. It is not easy being a woman. Like any other woman, I grew up being told I shouldn't be out late, I should dress decently,I should try to not walk alone in some places, I should carry a pepper spray if possible, I should learn how to kick a man in the balls, I should learn how to weaponize the normal stuff I carry in my hand-bag and so on. Okay,may be I learnt some things from watching too many movies but that however does not negate the fact that as any other woman, I have grown up knowing that I am never safe so long I am sharing the same environment with men.

It is the cycle of life. Time moves, Seasons change, We change. We can get stuck back in time, Now in time, Or in morrow's uncertainties, But we change. We grow, We stop talking to those friends, We make new ones, We think they will stay, But we lose them yet again. We bend some rules, And we break some. We break some bones, And we mend some. We end up hurting others, And we get hurt too. We forgive, And we are forgiven. We think we control life, That we have all the time, But we don't. Life is really short, And it moves fast. Death snatches people close to us, We console others, And we receive consolation. We get worried, We get broke, We get money, We get merry, We think richness counts, Only to realize it really counts less. We get high, We get drunk, We hit the road, We screw up, We get to be the life of the party, Then we make a party out of life. We find love, We make love, We break up. We get scared of loving, We grow som

Hello November 💛and Hello everyone🤗. It has been a minute I know but it has not been that long a minute really. There is something small I want to share with you before I rekindle the every Monday posts. It is something both my paternal and maternal grandmothers always say. They always say pick blessings wherever you go. I don't even know if both of them realize they always say that. They may phrase it differently but that is the simplest way I can put it. So as this year nears its end, As we keep on hoping for better days, Be a blessing, Carry blessings, Speak blessings, And pick blessings wherever you go!! I wish you peace my dears!!🤗