Before, when I was a village girl, I’d exhaust my suprahyoid muscle (throat) debating matters of society, now I chuckle at archaic thinking in a Mars-Era. Before, when I was a village girl, I’d pick up unknown numbers. Now, the level of womanhood I’ve unlocked, does not permit me to do such. Callers can utilize the voicemail function (or not).
Last year was not easy, I gained excess weight & (almost) made an enemy out of my ex-husband. We have since made peace, and I feel relieved. That hate business is not good for my skin. To undergo depression and ugliness at the same time, now THAT is a risk I cannot take.O God, the Most Merciful, preserve us from the evil eye.
THEN WE ENTERED 2024… and the promises of God came to pass! This year alone, I sat in rooms with 2 Presidents (Kenya & Liberia), the US Ambassador to UN, CEOs, Senators. Even my injwiris (stubborn 4c hair) grew an inch. I respect every human, but I must confess, as my caliber elevates, I sense my walk getting bouncier.
At 8PM EST, (Dad is always precise on this point), I will enter my 32nd year. Before then, I wished to ask forgiveness to all I have offended while simultaneously extending gratitude to my tribe, without whom, I would not be this delicious… Happy Birthday to me! AKA the new & improved Lawyerliv/Mama Africa/Chouchou Des Grands Lacs/Tantine Motema.
I hold no case against Jehovah.
One Love Always,

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