Thursday, October 9, 2014

Why I Blog .....

I blog because I can because like most people I have a lot to say but I often think that the stuff I have to say does not make sense if I say it but would make sense if I wrote it down.

I blog because when I go through these blog posts in my head they make so much sense and I get annoyed when it all evaporates and there is no evidence of the brilliant thought I had.

I blog because it's a promise I made my unborn baby girls , to keep a journal or log of my life as a young woman , for them to one day read and realize that their polished all together gorgeous Mummy (me)  didn't have it all together at one point but figured it out.

I blog so that maybe the struggles I go through and the solutions I devise can one day help someone , so that some girl somewhere who thinks she is the only one facing the biggest problem of her life laughs and realizes that there is a whole lot of us facing the same thing.

I blog so I can find my voice be it in anger , love , heartbreak , happiness or witty moments. I try to capture a moment and feeling in words and give it life so I can go back to it and re live it even the sad times.

I blog so I can remind myself how much I have grown , how much I have changed and how even at my lowest point I found a way out , I found growth and can smile and realize that life is such an adventure.

I blog to find out who I am , it's hard to carve out your identity in the world and boldly declare this is me , in the moments of uncertainty I have found my blog reminds me of how goofy , silly , melodramatic and an all around ok person I actually am.

I blog so I can vent against injustice , death and pain so that when the tears stop I have a word from what I have learnt and what it means to walk through a desert and find water

I blog because I was very good in English at school and I always have a weird way of putting words together and writing it quickly and easily without a lot of effort or thought. I like writing.

I blog because I never had the patience to write a novel not that I did not try but short little pieces appeal to me , they are easier and once I have written on it I can publish it online and move on.

I blog because at one point I wanted to be like the deep , thoughtful , strong bloggers that write of deep things that make you think but then I realized I am a little more carefree ,willing to share my great and not so great moments and willing to embrace life and all it's hills and mountains. I do love the deep thought bloggers but I can never be them I'm the frivolous girl next door , with the robe and hair in curlers at 3pm , sipping on some tea / wine (dependent on the glass available ) , in a clean house always willing to give you a hug and tell you about my weird and wacky life.


I blog because I feel no pressure to produce a weekly post (I once tried that and failed ) , I write when it hits me or when something "dramatic" happens in my life I want to share it in this space .


I blog because when I write I have a voice , it's loud , dramatic and often bursts out with laughter. It reprimands itself often (as you often see my scathing blogs always have an apologetic note towards the end ) .


I blog because this is my happy place , my space , my abode and my come with no shoes and sink your feet into the thick soft carpet or cool grass or gorgeous Olympic size swimming pool. It's my space , my struggles , my wins , my fails, my joys and my triumphs .

I blog because the name Chimoko is all about me .....it's my world




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

We are all monsters





I don’t think any of us ever set out to be horrible or mean or just plain unlikeable. We are products of a dictated environment and from this we simply become who we are. I speak of relationships often because I am at that point in my life when I question them, endorse them, ponder on them and study them. What is this fascination with co habitation that eats at our core existence and leaves us wanting if we are not subscribed to its existence? Anyone will tell you it’s a jungle out there but in between everything it’s like a never ending Hunger Games movie.


I feel like a character in the movie Hunger Games

The relationship status of today is almost something that is a success symbol and something to be flaunted. At a certain age it means you have achieved the ultimate step and status. In my head it means out of the billions and billions people on earth you have managed to convince this one person that them spending a proposed eternity with you is not a prolonged sentence of torture. In our modern navigation of social existence it means you have gained the golden pass to splash as many pictures, messages and tweets about your beloved. This celebration of your happy co-existence with this human being becomes a phenomenon that must be shared with the world (willingly and unwillingly). The more adventurous pairs venture into vlogging , YouTube channels and sex tapes. It’s all in the celebration of the existence of the couple. Every little and big thing they do must be celebrated in public because this amazingly  romantic and fantastic human being has chosen to share themselves with you and you such a lucky human being aren’t you ?


Welcome to love in the era of social media


So like little children in the pre-school playground we flaunt how amazing life has become for us and in a mine is bigger than yours we show off this amazing life. One post I came across even declared that getting married was a feat very few understood how important and hard it was to achieve. The poster implored others to realize that this great feat equalled nothing else and those not yet blessed to be part of this experience must seek a time of prayer so that they may be smiled on by the Powers that Be to achieve such a status change. How life changes doesn’t it? *smirk*


Sarcasm and melodrama aside being part of a duo that has this bond is a beautiful thing but maybe we are out to blow our own ships. Every time we venture out into the relationship sea we are almost on alert for everything that is wrong with that person and will give us a reason to jump ship. We sit and debate with those close to us why this person would be interested in us, why they would be so nice and what their hidden agenda is. We debate and propose agendas and then wait for them to be fulfilled.  It’s like we strap up the boat with explosives and patiently sit while holding the detonator. In the midst of the goodness and the newness of it those little voices in our heads sing out in a chorus that ever ends ,” You will see it soon why this person will not be perfect for you”. Almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy this other person begins to show the exact behaviour you have been anticipating that will give you enough ammunition to jump ship. I will propose a few theories:

·         A guy that is stingy , spent money on in a relationship ad was not appreciated for it
·         A girl that is not submissive once gave it her all and got nothing back
·         A girl that refuses to share any form of intimacy has shared intimacy and felt used and refuses to put herself in that vulnerable state
·         A guy who is not expressive in his love once did so and was ridiculed for it


This could be us but who is going to blow up the boat first ? ....



On your “ Get the Hell Out List  “ you begin to tick all of them off while being blind to all the other good things so that when finally you wake up in an irritable mood you push down the explode button , kabooom  it’s all over (in most cases even before it has begun). Walking away from the debris you loudly call you comrades and declare,” I told you this was never going to go anywhere “. We anticipated disaster and are shocked when disaster presents itself .We stereotype behaviour and appearances concluding that because they are like this; this is how they will behave. Alas we forget in the debris there is a crushed heart and rejected spirit that just swore to never become as vulnerable and as open as they were with you.

So even though there are so many amazing single people we seem to be going around in circles because even as we have defined what we want and what attracts us we are all after the same thing; happiness and that one person who does not think you are crazy and who can pull off eternity with you .The vicious cycle is we have all blown our ships, we have all become meaner, non-committal, pessimistic, unconventional and are all angry little soliders in a battle field. We are all fighting the same war but spending too much time shooting at each other. When we do attempt to dance with fate we hold back and we whisper to ourselves little promises such as:


  • ·         I don’t want to show that I care more
  • ·         If they don’t call me I won’t call them
  • ·         I don’t want to say I love you first
  • ·         I don’t want to be the one that falls first


In an almost childish and weird way we almost hurt the other person but care for them but don’t want to show that we do. So we will stalk their whatsapp line, their Twitter handle and their Facebook page. We will put in all the effort to on the flip side act like we don’t care. Like children in the playground we are back to square one .It’s rather sad.


Back to pre school we go



When all we really want to do is love and be vulnerable and open we become creatures that fear and cower away from the prospect of attempting relationships but putting on facades that we don’t give a hoot. Out of this the extremes are born – the girls that don’t care if a man has a woman but will find a way to enter the picture even if they are the other woman .The men that will date one girl for a very long time and never commit because commitment once made them pay the price. We are all scared vulnerable people who don’t have it in us to give up the fight and be with another person. One person you can wipe away the theatrics with and tell them the things that no one knows like how you think you are not pretty enough or how you want to be successful at all costs and the fear of failure scare you.  So we have made it up in our minds that being alone is not such a bad thing.


Alone isn't so bad is it ?...

So as I mused in the early hours of this morning I realized we have become products of the environment we have found ourselves in. The environment has asked us to be tough and strong and shoot before you are shot. An environment that was inevitable but I wonder if dating was even necessary. We ventured in eager with expectations and ideas of what relationships would be but where never ready for the reality that trumped our Mills and Boon fantasy.  We are now wounded savages out to outsmart, out hurt and walk away unscarred from relationships. Knowing that with each day that passes the thought of a blind date , the questions ,”What is your favourite colour ?” etc has just become too much and you don’t want to be sitting in that boat with your explosives ready. You want to paddle into the sunset and giggle and laugh while looking at your phone. You want to read veiled social media messages they post that you know are talking about you. You want that and you want it all.


You know you want this ....


Some of us try too hard to be mean and to blow up ships. We try so often that in the midst of playing the game you wake up and pieces of yourself are missing .Some blown away and some just filed away. We revel in telling friends,” I told you so “. We set up zones and drop people in friend zones, sister zones and brother zones.  We are perpetual flirts that string along an unsuspecting victim until we are tired and drop them. We are guilty because we have become callous, uncaring, mean and unforgiving. We have become monsters that carry scars and ask for others to pay for the damage. I often believe that GOD looks down on us and shakes HIS head and wonders why we are so amazingly intelligent but incredibly silly on the least of tasks.

Cheers to those that have found their significant other. Don’t listen to the pessimists that convince you it’s going to be horrific before it gets any better. Don’t listen to their horror stories they wish you could also endure. Hug your person and relish every moment. Be outlandish with your love. Be vulgar with your love. Be extravagant with your love. Remind them daily that they hold the crown

Give them the crown ...


To those that still have their ships docked – be nice. Don’t waste someone’s time. Don’t flirt endlessly for your benefit alone. Don’t blow up your boat, ask them to get off before you add more damage.  Believe it or not we have all loved and been hurt but the magic is in letting it go and never letting anyone else pay the price.

We are all alike .Fascinated with the phenomenon of eternal co habitation. Monsters yearning for someone to hug all the ugly out of us and see us who for we really are. Welcome to the jungle …..


It's a jungle out here


I am forever fascinated by the creatures we have become.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Goodbye 28



 
Happy Birthday girl ...
 
 
I walked into 28 with a list of demands, threats and promises

I wanted everything and more

I was not taking NO for an answer

I was pissed off for living half-hearted and shying away from what I wanted

This was going to be the year I demanded everything and more

28 was going to be my redemption, my payback from life

28 owed me and I was collecting

Beautiful 28



When I demanded “28 deliver the love I deserve “

She arrogantly tossed her hair and smiled back

“You are going to have to learn to love yourself first “

I had been there and done that

Heck I was the self-professed Queen of affirmations

But 28 stripped me of the lies I thought where love

Took away the false image I had of myself

Stripped me to an emotional nakedness and told me

“You will stand alone and this year you WILL learn to love yourself “

 
The beginning
 

When I shouted,” 28 this year all my dreams MUST come true”

She laughed in my face and with one eyebrow raised said

“Your dreams are answers to the needs of others, answer those and you will have it all”

How could helping someone else, waking up at odd hours plagued by the plight of someone else be the promise?

How did that translate to me having all my dreams come true?

When I took a leap to leave everything and centre my life on that

My dreams came true and with them the answer my spirit longed for

This was the purpose and passion translating into the dream

 
The Dream

When I stood on top of my emotional mountain and demanded,” 28 I deserve a good love, a strong love, a committed love .I deserve a good man “

She rolled her eyes at me and asked,” Are you everything that you are demanding from a man?”

She turned the tables on me and questioned my intentions for wanting a significant other

She stripped bare my intentions to show how shallow and out of touch I was with love

She showed me that what I thought I had given in the past as love was nothing

Nothing but me losing myself in a bid to become what I thought was needed of me

 The person I was had to become what was needed of me

She showed me behaviour I had enabled in past relationships

Then she asked me, “Would you have married him, him or him?”

Then I realized I wouldn’t have married none of them

She told me,” Now begin to become what you demand of the man in your life “

 
Becoming what I desire most

I told 28,” Promise me this year my heart won’t break “

She told me,” This year your spirit will break until you become dependent on GOD more than anyone“

In truth I broke and began to live for more than myself

I began to feel stretched when I didn’t want to be stretched

I began to be pushed to patience and forgiveness when I didn’t feel I was to blame

My spirit let go of who I thought I was and became GOD’s

Spotlights where brightly turned on, on how empty I was spiritually

How I often judged others when I was doing the exact same thing

Seeds of the fruit of the Spirit where planted in me

As GOD pruned and cut and showed me how to grow

In those moments repentance and conviction hit me

My spirit broke
 
Broken to be made whole
 

 

With big puppy dog eyes I begged, “Please let me become a better person “

She hugged me and smiled, “You are already on your way to that “

In seasons of heartache my smile came from my heart

In seasons of bareness my refuge became real and I became whole

In seasons of emptiness GOD reminded me that what I needed I already had

In seasons of wanting more I remembered that it all came with responsibility

When I cast an envious eye on the lives of others I remembered

The script is always different, my script is what I am living now

 
Living the script


 

As we sit 28 and I , bittersweet, wishing I could stay here a little longer

This felt right, this felt real, and this felt like the life I should live

I am scared of what lies ahead

I don’t know if I will grow or regress into what I was

She whispers to,” It’s going to get even better “

I wish I could be as confident as she is

I wish I could be jumping up and down with glee

With hands held we whisper

“Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders, let me walk upon the waters wherever you may call me “

Goodbye 28 ~ you have been more than good to me ……
 
 
My prayer .....