44: Mindless Ramblings

It’s mindless and it’s rambling. Take that in. It’s what happens when you’re tired of thinking but your mind refuses to shut down. A lot has happened this week and we are just in the first full week of June. The world seems to be going crazy. It’s mad I tell you! Mad! This is when I pull my hair out. I love it more than proving a point though. That level of whiteness doesn’t exist in any bone in my body.

My mind goes to many places, some dark, others light. I learnt though, to let it be. I cannot halt my mind. It runs wherever, whenever it wants to. All I have to do is not dwell on where it goes. Fuck the journeys. As in really, fuck them. My life continues despite the madness, right?! RIGHT?! At least I am expected to do so. It’s the reason I write anyway (know the George Orwell book? Read it! It’s somewhere in my Kindle library. Don’t doubt me)

43: Born A Crime and the Beauty of Motherhood

The book cover

I accidentally posted this entry with just a title. Forgive me, I’ve been slacking. The world’s events have been pretty intense. I have so much to say, I wish I could bring it out in one post but it’s all confusion. My mind is in a state of sorts.

I finished this book a week ago and I loved it. Trust me it is going to get a 2nd, 3rd and 4th read sometime in this my lifetime. Add the audio book to that. I was told it’s much better than just reading the book. You can imagine how glad I am I read it. To think I wasn’t going to until I joined @atozbookclub on Twitter. A brain child of Azryah Harvey which she introduces in her AtoZBookClub blog post. You can join it too. It’s all online and the books are discussed every month. Just at C, you’re not late. It’s a nice way to keep your reading culture going. At least it’s helping me. I had taken a lazy break from finishing books before then.

Born A Crime is an interesting book. A good read to be exact. Its filled with stories of  Trevor Noah’s childhood and how he got to the adult he is now. He paints the gruesome picture of Apartheid and it’s effects in South Africa (You actually get to see it from the view of someone who was a part of it and not a part of it at the same time.) It sounded better in my head. I don’t have another way to describe it unfortunately. You have to read the book to understand what I mean. When you take the Trevor’s position and see the story through his eyes, you see it all.

What strikes me most about the book though, is his mother, Patricia Noah is a force to recon with. A resilient woman who had and raised a child in a country where his conception was a crime. Not that I want to live in such a ridiculous place, but the way she handled it is something everyone aspiring to be raise a child some day should look forward to doing. Patricia raised her son to see no limitations ahead of him.

As modestly as we lived at home, I never felt poor because our lives were so rich with experience.

A direct quote from the book. She took him places, always his guide when he needed her. They were a team. That is something I want to give my children. I want to show them that wherever they are in the world, they are not stopped by anything. That everything starts in their minds. Patricia Noah didn’t have much money but she drove Trevor to places and taught him to use his mind to get out there. Through out the book, you see him using this technique. The resources might not be with you at the time but your mind will lead you to them if you use it.

“Because,” she would say, “even if he never leaves the ghetto, he will know that the ghetto is not the world. If that is all I accomplish, I’ve done enough.”

I am not going to spell doom for them. We are currently living in a world where doom and gloom is very easy to find. On the internet, in the news, on your TV, mobile phone, everywhere! Basically, you’re a superhero when you manage to ignore it. This is what I am going to teach them. Be a hero for yourself first. I’m going off course here.Take it from me though, Trevor Noah’s mother, Patricia Noah, has a lot of lessons to teach in being a strong woman, mother and overall human being despite your weaknesses.

“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.”

– Thomas A. Edison

42: Mathematics and Life

I just Googled the definition of Mathematics (of course it will seem random to you that I just did, but let me explain!) I’ve been on a reflection journey of sorts for the past few weeks. Looking at where my life is heading in the next few years and more maybe. Paying attention to politics and thinking of how I should react to whatever the outcome of the election on 8th June is. The life changing decisions are many. Including moving to another country altogether. I am young with not much responsibility, I can afford to do it now.

So Mathematics, as defined by the dictionary is; the abstract science of number, quantity, and space, either as abstract concepts (pure mathematics), or as applied to other disciplines such as physics and engineering (applied mathematics.) It isn’t a foreign concept to me but I have never really sat myself down to think of how important it is in my life. I only pay attention to it when I am counting money anyway. Just like most of us do. But since I decided to take it much more seriously, I have slowly started using it to calculate my chances and direction in life. I use it to make decisions. About my time, money, everything. I calculate how realistic it is to take a job depending on the time I take to get to it, the money I spend on my journey, the money I am to be paid, and how tired I will be when I get home. If the total amount of money I am paid in the end doesn’t make sense, then I will stay away from it. It’s one of the beauties with working with an agency.

Mathematics is a beautiful thing. I wonder why I never thought of it before. No wonder the TBBT guys go crazy over it. I get it now.

Day 41: The Body

I should start making massage money. Lord, HELP ME! My body is being an issue to me. I am tired, I feel like a zombie! Yet I have been working fully for only 2 weeks now. It should hurry up and get used to this life.

Waking up early everyday, sitting through the rush hour jam… How do you people do it? How? Adulthood is a huge scam! Bigger than the insurance one! Trust me. I didn’t sign up for this. Time fucked me up you know! It flew and I grew up.

Going to bed early, have to be in time for work. I need to get my coin. It’s a struggle getting up but I’m grateful I have life and that I’m not working on Saturday 😊

Day 40: 

Early to bed,

Early to rise!

Makes me a dull girl,

But a sharp one too.

Also, I get to catch the early bus.

When you’re late in London, 

The direct trains cost you much more.

My current broke self cannot handle it 😭

Day 39: Listen

/ˈlɪs(ə)n/ : To give one’s attention to a sound. I’m sure you know the definition. But lately, I realised that few of us do anymore. We are good at pretending we are. Like my dad says, we hear through one ear and what’s been said flies out through the other. There’s a short back story to my inspiration for this post.

After a year of using them, my earphones died on Sunday. I was in TK Maxx, doing some shopping (you know it’s therapy), listening to one of my favourite podcasts 3ShotsofTequila and … a sudden silence from my left earphone. Although irritated, I didn’t complain. I couldn’t! Because for earphones that cost me less than £13, I had gotten more than full use out of them. The value for money probably ended at 6 months so I’m grateful. Since I was in TK Maxx, I decided to get a cheap option to keep me going till I replace my old faithfuls. When I am listening to more podcasts than music, the sound output is the least of my worries. They’ve been okay so far but I can tell the difference. For £5, I cannot expect better. All I need is some barrier between me and the world as I am out there and I am getting some of it. Their shittiness only struck me a few hours ago when I decided to wind my day with some Hans Zimmer (for those that do not know who he is, listen to movie scores, he’s one of the most celebrated composers.) There’s nothing worse sounding though than Classical music coming through lousy earphones. Yes, it’s worse than blending forks.

So yeah, it hit me when I was listening to another favourite, actually it’s number one on my list now, DMD Podcast. Like a tonne of bricks, that so much information is out there for us but we barely use it to our advantage. Maybe we do not want to exert ourselves, we are too comfortable, I don’t know. All I know is there is a lot of ignorance floating around. I don’t know everything! Don’t quote me even, but I have had many a conversation with people that are holding their phones in their hands all the time, have access to the internet, and they still cannot use google to enlighten themselves. Like Skribz said, (I’m paraphrasing here), few want to be students. The fact that the words “I don’t know, can you enlighten me” or “show me where I can find that information” don’t really exist in our heads anymore is disturbing. This is where politicians win. They know the wider public, the one that can force them into change, is okay with being spoon fed information. Whether it is wrong or right, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is has the agenda been pushed?

My dad always made sure we discussed politics and history when I was younger. Whenever I asked him for help with my homework, I got more than I asked for. I was a child then, I found it long of course! Now though, I see and appreciate what he was doing. I remember we had news books (part of the homework) in which we wrote a summary of what struck us most as we read the newspapers. While most of my classmates got away with copy and paste,my old man wanted me to write everything in my own words. He always took the time to explain to me what I did not understand. As time went on, I started discussing with him over coffee or tea. I vividly remember my first cup of coffee. I was 11 (loved the experience but that’s a story for another day.) These discussions are definitely part of what led me to Law school. I was determined to work with the UN or the ICC, be a Judge or something. Till I realised the fuckery that goes on in all these institutions. The laws are made but politics gets in and messes it all up. It does more damage than when you pour juice into a laptop. It’s happened to me before, I had a coursework deadline to beat, it wasn’t pretty!

See when the law is made, everyone is expected to follow it. It should work that way. At least in an ideal world. What is ignored, and I’m sure it’s on purpose, is the fact that one CANNOT follow a law they DO NOT KNOW! It’s no surprise either that a phrase like “Ignorance of the law excuses no one” exists. And it is said proudly by the way. Those that know the law, usually the same that make it, do not give a shit if you don’t know. Politicians and other people in power banking on the ignorance of the masses is something I noticed when I was in Uganda. I was 12. We were studying Civics at the time. Talking about Human Rights and Duties. I remember my dad bringing the up the duty of the State to the Citizen. All they taught us at the time was the duty of the Citizen to the State (of course!) You have to know that when you reach a certain age, you’ll pay the Gov’t a part of your wages whether you like it or not. It’s a given. The government doesn’t want you to really know the other side. It’s cheeky that way. So when my dad brought up the other side, I knew I could not forget it. Something that isn’t as emphasised but is important usually stays in your head.

Ignorance is not bliss. It just reduces your outrage and makes you complacent and easily accepting of anything as long as it is packaged well. Best example of how this works out, is in the rural areas of Uganda (what am I saying, in the urban areas too.) These people are living in absolute poverty. They lack things like medical care, they have some of the highest infant mortality rates, but because they do not see themselves as tax payers, they have no outrage over how fucked the government is. All the President (been the same for 31 years now) and his counterparts have to do, is give them handouts. A little money, about £1 equivalent and a t-shirt, a kilo of sugar, and they’re voted again. All the broken promises of the past 5 years are forgotten. It instantly becomes a case of the man cares about us. Another vicious 5 years begins and the cycle continues. If you told these people that for every little sugar, oil, soap, paraffin for the lamps, that they buy, some goes to the government, maybe they would care about the poor services that are available to them.

Fucked up thing is, it is the same damn thing everywhere else in the world. The first world too (no one should lie to you that it’s different.) All that makes it seem better is the fact that the first world has had a longer time juggling this democracy thing so the lies are just more refined. They use numbers and statistics, the media pushes it down your throat for them. This is why we need to listen and eliminate the ignorance. We are given 10% of the information directly or less. We have to get the other 90% ourselves. It might seem hard but take a few minutes off snapping and google something useful. Get into an argument with someone who has different views from yours, don’t make it a nuclear war though, you’re just people, not countries. It works. It is how I made up my mind in the 2015 election and the Brexit one too. I had only been here a few months for the first and a year for the second. I definitely had little to no information on what to vote for. Enlightening myself worked. For the former I wasn’t even sure I cared, I actually didn’t but I know numbers matter. One is too little but if we all put in what we could (walking to the polling station and ticking that candidate) we would see the change, rock the boat with time maybe even have a whole revolution. I’m tired of talking to people who are all about the it won’t make a difference story line.

You DON’T know! You NEVER know! It is all about doing your part for your future.

I’ve talked too much today. 2 hours into my bedtime, but I had to say whatever I have said. Could have said more but I will not tell my manager I was late because I stayed up writing. Till the next entry.

Day 38: Anniversary

They make it look like a real certificate

I got a notification before I slept last night, that today was my 2 year anniversary on WordPress. Exciting! I had a gin and tonic to celebrate later on in the day. Anyway, I have decided to take a trip down memory lane to two years ago to commemorate the day.

Two years ago at this time, I was in a relationship that had reached its end (I was the one still holding on to it, but it was dead.) I didn’t want to lose my investment. I was attached to him, or I felt I was, I don’t remember. All I know was I was a mess. I’d just done a big chop two weeks before. I had also started my Interior design course. Just 24, living in denial and in turmoil. I didn’t feel right, I was fully hurting. To be honest, though I was opening new chapters, I had crashed. My life as I knew it was coming to a close. 

Then one day, I was mindlessly browsing the internet, when I decided I needed a space to write my thoughts. Something private for me to share with a few friends whenever I didn’t know how to explain my feelings. Also, (I’m not embarrassed to say), it’s something my ex always did, so I thought, what would I lose if I did too? So that night, I got myself a blog. The next few nights I went HAM and wrote! Now of course it being the internet, and I’m not stupid, I barely scratched the surface. I just wrote little pieces when I felt overwhelmed until the last nail was finally pushed into my relationship coffin and I fell back!

I needed time to heal away from everyone. So I deleted my Twitter and Instagram accounts and zoned out. I almost deleted the blog but I knew I  I needed it. Self care is important! I learnt that during the time. I watched me slowly pick myself up (therapy helped too) without distractions and much interaction from the outside world.  I started to see the beauty in me. While at this, I also realised how much I didn’t like the course I was doing so I dropped it.

I’ve been working on different things since then and I now love where I am. I keep talking about baby steps. They’re not seen to sow at the beginning but I’ve come a long way and I’m proud of me. 🥂