Differently wired

click here🎶🎵🎵 Hi people, I hope this post reaches you well😅 Before I continue with what I have to say, I will like to clarify that I am actually a feminist. This article isn’t coming from a place of darkness and hatred that has become the home from which our 21st century feminist operate, but I’m hoping I bring a little light into that dark house we have chosen to call home. I do not understand why being a “supposed feminist” has to come with so much bitterness and an overly compulsive obsession to prove a point.  It is not  supposed to be a battle for women against the world and you do not have to bash and drag anyone who doesn’t see the world like you do ( unless of course the person is a misogynistic imp, then by all means do your thing).   I have never really been the normal overly enthusiastic feminist you would see today, probably because I have never had the reason to be aggressive about it.  I come from a family where even as the youngest of five kids and also female, my op

Hello my darlings👀 Click here for theme song Once upon a time during the course of the year, i lost my way somewhere. I do not know at which point I lost it, all I know is that when I finally got ahold of myself, i was roaming through a landscape of a mental desert. A place where I had no ideas, thoughts or any form of inspiration.  For the first time in my life, I had not just an intellectual  dry patch but also a writer’s dry spell.  I had no idea of what to write and most importantly I had no abstract thought to fuel my writing. If you were thinking these happened for just a few days, then you have no idea what I’m talking about. It was a four months journey of just  simply existing and nothing else. I unintentionally detached myself from the world in entirety but for what reason, I had no idea.  I didn’t even have music to give me solace, just to tell you how serious my state of existing inertia was. It was like I watched the entire world through a safe distance, in a glass house