Skip to main content

It's been too long

I thought about what I would use as a title for this blog post but well, all I can say is it has been too long.

2017 had me in all sorts of weird places emotionally, mentally and all that but also to be very honest, I was just spread too thin! For a long time, writing was one of those things I did for the love of it. But as it turns out, do a thing so long and you'll become good at it. I think (breaks into laugh).

I shall rephrase; do a thing long enough, learn to take criticism for it and learn as much as you can to better yourself at doing it. And the more you do the above, the better you become at it.

I suppose you have to love it to be willing to better yourself at doing it. For instance, my love for words supercedes my understanding of them. I first stumbled into a library when I was about 7nhalf going on eight. I had read Peter and Jane growing up and I loved it. So walking into this library, I went around very fascinated by these volumes of words contained in books and that's when I landed on 'A tale of two cities by Charles Dickens.'

I thought I would just try it out and if it didn't work out, I would move right on to my picture laden pages of story books. But I loved it! For the next two days I lived and breathed this bunch of words soaking them in like the dry sponge in water. I could not bring myself to put the book down. A nd so started my expedition towards words and reading them.

Over the next few years, I started to write my own stories- many of which have not seen the light of day. But write I did, and read some more I did!

So I am hoping to balance out this reading and writing thing this year even as I grow in both aspects! And of course to balance my time with these many little and major things that I hope to do! So here's to a year of more reading and writing!

Let's go 2018!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Arrivalism- the concept

Not too many things in life crack me up as much as the arrivalist. The embodiment of the concept is immaturely grown up that it puzzles me; the paradox that is arrivalism. Maybe before we go too far, let’s try and define this thing. My use of the word arrivalism in this article describes the mentality or false feeling of accomplishment or reaching the top of the road in a particular field. A case in point would be the upcoming musician whose music starts to enjoy massive airplay across media platforms or the socialite who starts getting noticed by and featured in tabloids. That sudden sense of accomplishment (adrenaline rush kind of thing), that gets to the head of the individual feeling it- that right there is arrivalism. When what should be a possible pit stop in life’s journey becomes the final destination because of pride( or as we’d say in Uganda ‘posing’). It really is just extreme pride in an achievement that is probably not that big a deal and more often t
Post a Comment
Read more

TEENAGE PREGNANCY IN UGANDA

She got married at 15, had her first child at 16, then the other two at 18 and 19years of age respectively. So is the story of Nankya. Her marriage was arranged so that immediately she finished her primary school education she was married off. "When I was about to seat for PLE, a certain man came to my parents home in the village and I was asked to serve the visitor. Being my mother’s daughter I had been taught what to do and how to do it and mainly because I was the first girl I used to do a lot of housework. So, over the years I had perfected various skills. After the meal, my parents left me to talk to the man who then told me that he was going to marry me and make me his wife and the mother of his children. I was really happy because among my peers, I was the first to get married and that brought pride to my family." Nankya’s happiness however was short-lived as she became a slave to this man’s wants and desires and if she even as much as grumbled about
12 comments
Read more

Does Femininity = Weakness?

'You are a very strong woman,' she remarked 'So you can easily handle people who try and walk all over you.' 'Um... Okay.' I mumbled trying to internalize her angle of this thing. Mel had been dealing with a 'disgruntled' male colleague and in the middle of their discourse, she burst into tears. Now, for some people that may be a natural response to frustration and to others, it is just foreign. We ask ourselves questions like 'who cries in public' or go ahead and remember statements like 'never give anyone the satisfaction of seeing your tears' Recently, my workplace was doing interviews and we posed the generic question; what is your weakness? and it turned out tears were the weakness for a few of the interviewees. Can the strength of God be made perfect in out tears and frustration? I think this article by Mategyero will help answer that question. 1Peter 3:7 says; Likewise, ye husbands, dwell with them according to knowledge
9 comments
Read more