Most times when I write it's because am bored and want to vent out my frustrations. Because am not the kind of person to face people and tell them that they really suck and should move off the way to just give me the peace I desire. Am not the kind of person that was born with such guts. The guts to face someone and just speak off my mind.
SoI learnt to write my angers down, every little tidbit in details then throw away the "evidence". Or just chew it away.
Weird as it may sound, this gives me comfort and peace of mind..and surely, I don't have to face the anger that might otherwise put me down. Maybe that's the sole reason I have three more other blogs lol! Keeps me sane.
Growing up however, I have come to let go. Because am not always at liberty to keep on writing, or maybe coz life becomes too busy, I lack the time. I run to the people I can always trust.Well, family in this case.
It's not always that you find sisters being best friends. It's actually hard to find siblings spending days together and laughing themselves silly. So when you happen to be in such a family, where all of you are more of best buddies, you know there's something special about you all.
Growing up was fun for me. Me and my siblings never competed. I think the only thing we competed for who would make mum and dad proud. It was never a competition per say, but it was fun.
I have seen many families who barely talk to each other. The dad is treated like a god. All feared and non-approachable. His word is usually No or Yes. No compromise. Dictatorial in some sense. Now, most African cultures are like this. The man is the head and his territory may just extend to his in-laws too! *sic! *sic!
Now, I was raised quite differently. Democracy ruled and my dad fancied talking his mind...gave us too the opportunity to show our little minds too. And yes, he could change his mind sometimes. My dad being the most approachable being, I could ask for anything, sometimes disagree on some choices. And we would hold a family meeting where we never reached a decision as a family. It always worked.
Now as grown ups, our sibling and parents' bond has grown. We still laugh harder than when we were kids. Still care for each other more than we did. Maybe sometimes, death has a way of making families realize that we are not in this earth forever and we gotta make time count when we are all here.
Hard things have become simple.We have learnt the power of forgiveness and there's a mum to applaud for all these.
Love is not easy. And its harder when its Unconditional. Family love is such a kind. For when one feels down and gray, they can always rely on some two or more shoulders.
As years pass, we learn to compromise on things that may cause conflict. Smile and sleep having forgiven each other. We have learnt to do things together. Family first. And that becomes the secret to a happy union.
Good day y'all
SoI learnt to write my angers down, every little tidbit in details then throw away the "evidence". Or just chew it away.
Weird as it may sound, this gives me comfort and peace of mind..and surely, I don't have to face the anger that might otherwise put me down. Maybe that's the sole reason I have three more other blogs lol! Keeps me sane.
Growing up however, I have come to let go. Because am not always at liberty to keep on writing, or maybe coz life becomes too busy, I lack the time. I run to the people I can always trust.Well, family in this case.
It's not always that you find sisters being best friends. It's actually hard to find siblings spending days together and laughing themselves silly. So when you happen to be in such a family, where all of you are more of best buddies, you know there's something special about you all.
Growing up was fun for me. Me and my siblings never competed. I think the only thing we competed for who would make mum and dad proud. It was never a competition per say, but it was fun.
I have seen many families who barely talk to each other. The dad is treated like a god. All feared and non-approachable. His word is usually No or Yes. No compromise. Dictatorial in some sense. Now, most African cultures are like this. The man is the head and his territory may just extend to his in-laws too! *sic! *sic!
Now, I was raised quite differently. Democracy ruled and my dad fancied talking his mind...gave us too the opportunity to show our little minds too. And yes, he could change his mind sometimes. My dad being the most approachable being, I could ask for anything, sometimes disagree on some choices. And we would hold a family meeting where we never reached a decision as a family. It always worked.
Now as grown ups, our sibling and parents' bond has grown. We still laugh harder than when we were kids. Still care for each other more than we did. Maybe sometimes, death has a way of making families realize that we are not in this earth forever and we gotta make time count when we are all here.
Hard things have become simple.We have learnt the power of forgiveness and there's a mum to applaud for all these.
Love is not easy. And its harder when its Unconditional. Family love is such a kind. For when one feels down and gray, they can always rely on some two or more shoulders.
As years pass, we learn to compromise on things that may cause conflict. Smile and sleep having forgiven each other. We have learnt to do things together. Family first. And that becomes the secret to a happy union.
Good day y'all
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