Most African men see divorce as a quick mishap in their journey, they take 1 day to mourn and the next day, you will meet them in town holding hands with a hot new thing. I admire their lack of shame. In contrast, African women, (to no fault of their own, based on societal stigma), seem to wear divorce as a sort of eternal Scarlet Letter. This never made sense to me. You thought you bought a sweet cherry at the market as it turned out, it was a sour cherry tomato, and you want to kill yourself? Just go buy another.
I was determined to never be the bitter divorcée,who 20 years later, still speaks about how they were always the angel & the spouse always the devil. So, I went on a date. And traveled. And another date. And another trip… It’s been two years and this is what’ve learned: (1) I still got it, (*wink wink*). Not because I’m Beyoncé — but in a world full of pretenders, my aunthencity, the boys say, is refreshing (2) The possibilities are infinite. (3) Love is everywhere. (4) You are responsible for your happiness. (5) Go to events alone it is good for the soul.(6) Don’t limit love. If it lasts 10 days. Cool. If it lasts 10 years. Cool. I found that when we stop trying to predict/force destiny, and rather accept things as they come, life gets so much easier.
Bottom line is this, we came in this world alone and we will leave alone. It is important to silence the noise and check-in with self. Am I living the life I want to live? I’d say yes! Can you? 1,2,3 Go: Glamorize your life babe. Love – Liv
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