Friends of The Baobab: Dad wounds

I am excited to be introducing “Friends of The Baobab” as I countdown to my three-year blogversary. On Fridays, friends of the blog are allowed a chance to vent, share their personal experiences and even hold the creative pen. In the words of Maya Angelou, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold storyContinue reading “Friends of The Baobab: Dad wounds”

What if they had lived a little longer?

Death is selfish, it is like a thief that knows when and how to attack and in no time it screams ‘Checkmate’. As you try to process what happened the results of death slowly dawn on you and you remember that there is nothing you can do. When you go to the grave there isContinue reading “What if they had lived a little longer?”

Celebrating the women that came through for me

I never imagined that I would become a widow. I had pictured my husband and I growing old together, watching our daughters achieve their goals. Sadly I am the only one to witness my daughter’s achievements, and smile and wish my husband was there to see what has become of our daughters. My widow’s pensionContinue reading “Celebrating the women that came through for me”

The adulting series: Trying to get back on my feet

Hello my lovelies, this is the last post of the series. I am a bit sad because it’s time we say goodbye to this series but it doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t have these conversations. A big thank you to my agemates ‘the 25-year-olds’, who agreed to share their adult stories. Being 25 has beenContinue reading “The adulting series: Trying to get back on my feet”

A review-Notes on Grief

“How is it that the world keeps going, breathing in and out unchanged, while in my soul there is a permanent scattering?” -Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie Chimamanda takes her readers on an emotional journey as she explores the emotions she felt around the time that she lost her Father. The book is based on true eventsContinue reading “A review-Notes on Grief”

I was not ready to say goodbye

There was a time I was hopeful that you would call and apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I wanted you to hold me so tight and never let me go. I remember crying myself to sleep every night because my life was incomplete without you. You made me smile, laugh and I adored you.Continue reading “I was not ready to say goodbye”

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