“This is a man’s world, but it would be nothing without a women or a girl…” No truer words has been spoken. But it is with a very heavy heart that I am writing this post. Continue reading “A MAN’S WORLD…”
Where do we come from? Is the question that came to me, while reading about the turmoil and civil wars in Africa. I was doing research and this question started plaguing me. So I started to do a bit of research.
I wanted to know, what happened to Africa. And the only way I would be able to answer that question was to go back to the beginning of time. Where do we really come from? Was Adam and Eve white? Or was that just someone’s interpretation? How could we really know? According to science, humans was developed. The sun beats down; storms lash the coasts; volcanoes pour hissing lava into the ocean’s waters.These natural jolts fuse simple molecules into more complex ones. Amino acids are formed, then interact with each other, and primitive protein is fashioned, perhaps as a worm-like molecule. Somehow the right molecules get together and the first living cell appears. This first living cell is the great ancestor of all plants and animals on earth, including man. From this first cell, all other forms of life evolved. This tiny first living cell is the father of us all!
So according to science, we are all formed from molecules. The second theory is the concept of Darwinism. This is one of the most popular. All humans began as Ape like figures and over time developed into man.
I stumbled across a real cute poem, stating why we do not come from apes:
Three monkeys dining once in a coconut tree
Were discussing some things that they heard true to be.
“What do you think?” “Now listen, you two;
Here, monkeys, is something that cannot be true,
That humans descend from our noble race!
Why, it’s shocking–a terrible disgrace.
Whoever heard of a monkey deserting his wife,
Leaving a baby to starve and ruin its life?
And have you ever known of a mother monk
To leave her darling with strangers to bunk?
Their babies are handed from one to another,
And some scarcely know the love of a mother.
And I’ve never known a monkey so selfish to be,
As to build a fence around a coconut tree,
So other monkeys can‘t get a wee taste,
But would let all the coconuts there go to waste.
Why, if I’d put a fence around this coconut tree,
Starvation would force you to steal from me.
And here is another thing a monkey won’t do:
Seek a cocktail parlor and get on a stew.
Carouse and go on a whoopee disgracing his life,
Then reel madly home and beat up his wife.
They call this all pleasure and make a big fuss–
THEY’VE DESCENDED FROM SOMETHING,
BUT CERTAINLY NOT FROM US!!!”
The last theory and only theory which I as Christian can relate to is, that we all descended from Adam and Eve. This is the only theory that makes absolute sense. The line of human kind can be traced back to the beginning of time. The first skeleton was found in Ethiopia. This is also believe where mankind started. Other theories believe life spread from Mesopotamia. If one reads the Bible, it would appear that the first form on earth was in Africa. So if life started here, why are Africans so cruel to one another? On these soil the first form of life started and now blood soaks the earth on a daily basis.
I always believed that we are all connected as human beings, but we can be so cruel to our brothers and sisters. We breakdown this place we call earth and refuse to give a helping hand to those who need it most sometimes. We look at differences, skin colour, traditions and cultures and everything that makes us different from one another. Quick to point out others faults, in order to make ourselves feel better. We kill one another, because the fear of indifference has taken control. We justify the non association with certain people on the grounds that we don’t understand where they come from, but sometimes hardly know our own roots. We conform to the norm and follow tradition, never questioning if my tradition aids hatred, why I would hurt another human being in that manner.
Where do we come from? No one can really tell. All thing we all can say for sure is that we are certainly not molecules or ape like figures. I believe in the concept of coming and being formed from this earth. My heart just bleeds for mankind, that we have lost our way so much, that we forget that we all are connected in one way or another. We all feel, we all bleed and we are all part of this earth. And when we die, we will return to this earth.
Purchasing ones very first car is so liberating. Especially if it is a car you always wanted. Well in my case, my joy did not last very long.
I had to purchase a car, because I was tired of depending on other people for a lift and I felt like I have shed enough tears. I have been through quite enough with public transport and private transport. The time also felt right. But would this be a smooth ride? The answer is no.
The first day I got my car, everything happened so quickly. The guy who I bought the car from I had to go drop off at home. I made a major swerve in the road, that if there was a car I would have been in major shit. Than later that evening, being able to park the car in my drive way was a drama and a half. It took me about 15 minutes. The neighbors kids had such a good laugh. Than the guy that was supposed to drive with me mornings backed out. I had to find someone else, because I did not have a license. This is where my headache started. I don’t know what it is about guys thinking they have to help women drive, even though they have not even driven a car themselves.
This dude made a list of all the mistakes I made on a daily basis. While I was driving he was directing me every step of the way. Telling me when to change gears, when to use the brakes and even when to indicate. Like I did not go to a driving school. One day he really pissed me off. After I asked him, if he let me concentrate I will be able to do it on my own. He kept on talking. So I drove like I drove when I am alone. Full speed baby! I accidentally hit the curve, just so that he could feel how it felt when your car shook. He called me later that evening saying he did not feel safe driving with me. I was so happy!!! I wanted to tell him to fuck off a long time ago, but did not have the courage at the time. So lets just say I devised another plan.
Than I had an older man drive with me. Thinking maybe he will give me some space to do what I need to do. Same thing happened again. Telling me when to change gears and to drive fast even past the speed limit of the road. He did not have the list though. He on the other hand took complete advantage. Even though I wanted nothing for petrol, seeing that you moved in your whole family for a lift, you could at least give me something for my trouble. But I guess he saw it as him doing me the favor and not both of us helping out one another. This being said, our relationship went our separate way as well.
As soon as I started driving on my own, I learned more and I enjoyed the road. I even started appreciating my car more. I was happier, because it felt like everyone wanted to take my joy away. From the idiots on the road, to the ones sitting right next to me. To people in my immediately vicinity that was jealous of someone else moving forward in life.
People can really ruin a new experience for you, if you let them. The moment I stopped worrying about everyone else, everything started to fall into place. I concentrated better, I learned how to better maneuver my car and life seemed to look up again. I was determined not to let anyone stem my growth.
In life sometimes it is important to stay in ones lane, but every now and then you have to change lanes in order to move forward. And needless to say, I am so happy…
We all have those days when Debbie Downer pays us a visit. But for some of us it get’s so bad that everything that is wrong in one’s life get’s examined.
As a woman I have a lot of insecurities, like all woman do. But when those insecurities hit me, boy do they hit hard. It gets so bad that when I look in the mirror I do not see a pretty woman. I very much feel like an ugly colored woman. That does not have sleek hair or a perky nose. Thinking to myself, who would want someone like me. So Debbie reminds me of all the things I need to change about myself. This all being my physical appearance, because maybe if I was prettier people would treat me better. Rather than looking at someone with a resting bitch face, that they immediately assume are snobbish or thinks they are better than others.
This morning, when I thought about all the things that are important to me. I realized that I already have everything I need. And I though about listening to Debbie and her opinion about my looks. I asked my internal self, is how I look more important than my heart? I thought about what happened to the girl who wanted to save the world and if she cared about how she looked? The obstacles in her way? Or how she would fight adversity? For that girl, all those obstacles did not matter. Not even how she would get there, just that she would.
In life, it is very hard to be graceful after being kicked in the gut too many times. Looking people who you do not necessarily like in the eye and treating them with the necessary respect. I thought about how easy one lets Debbie tell her piece, while you have the power to silence her. Ones looks will never ever make up for a beautiful and graceful heart. Today I decided to kick Debbie’s ass. I am so grateful that I was born in the country I was born in. I appreciate my small and unconventional family, because most kids do not even know the love of a good mother. I am thankful for knowing such amazing people who has enriched my life so much.
I have found my inner voice and decided to write a different heart song. I will look in the mirror and say to myself, you may not be the prettiest biatch in the world, but you are still a very lucky and fortunate one.