THE KENDER BRAND

Why do we need what we don't have? Why does love and everything that comes with it has to be so complicated ? You break up with someone and for some stupid reasons you want 'em back. Then you get 'em back and you find out that you didn't really want 'em. You just wanted to feel the victory of having to actually win over a person again. It's really interesting to know that the heart plays games with us sometimes. Well that's what we like to think. The truth is that we play those games on ourselves and blame it on the heart. We are told not to show when we love someone so we wouldn't appear "cheap". We love people that don't love us in return and the people who love us.......(forget it, we hate 'em). So my question is why does love have to be so complicated? Even when you are so in love with a person, sometimes you are constantly afraid that we may loose them. You end up not enjoying the relationship cause you are busy planing

Sometimes, crying does the magic. I've had a really stressful week. The panic attacks were back and I couldn't really sleep at night. I skipped work today simply to avoid another mental stress. Adulthood has beaten me blue and black. I ain't whining but I have to put this here just to let us all know that we are all struggling with one thing or the other. I'm taking a walk just to clear my mind and i'm just crying and allowing myself soak in the moment. Sometimes I just loose my focus and being a goal getter, I feel like i've failed anytime I lack concentration. I'm afraid that someone may stop me to ask me what is the matter, but then again I don't want to mask my feelings. I know deep down its going to be fine and I'll remember the night I cried while taking a walk. My head is clear and I feel so light. I'm glad I let the emotions out. If you ever feel down or have so many thoughts bothering you, its ok to cry. Its ok to demask you

We strive to get better everyday and hope that the challenges of today will not show up in future. We live a day at a time and bask in the happiness provided by victories from our conquest. These habits will help you and I become better people. ○ Stop trying to please everyone. Humans have insatiable needs and you can't meet all. ○ Change is a constant thing in life, therefore stop fearing change and lift up the veil of limitation that fear places in your life. ○ The past is called "the past" because its behind. Stop living in the past, take the lessons every experience has taught you and move on. ○ Stop being hard on yourself. You will end up sucking up all the happiness you will ever have. Live a little. ○ Quit overanalyzing and overthinking everything. You will never get anything done by doing this. ○ Be free to always express yourself regardless. However bear in mind that in your expressions,  you should never hurt on infringe on other people's rig

Roses are beautiful but don't forget the thorns. Life is amazing, but things get hard along the way. I've learnt one thing in life, "ordinary" matters alot. They make up happiness. Life is for the living, but the living ain't really living. We are constantly choked with events that I sum up as trivial. When the nostrils can't seem to take in air and the body gets frail, we would understand that a lot of things we bothered ourselves over never really mattered. You will never be afraid to die if you lived. #ThoughtsFromShe

Strides of love Strokes of pain Labours and efforts. What pays off in the end? Sacrifices,  passion, hardworks or repeated efforts? Stripped of every sense of accomplishment, i'm back to where I started. Clueless, vulnerable, and empty. Nonetheless life must go on. The charade must be replaced with actual living. The sudden awakening to be set free from a life I once lived happily under obligations is inundated with suprises. My mind screams to be set free from expectations. I come first to me. You do same for you. Strive to actually live and be truly happy. We all come and go alone. #ThoughtsFromShe.

I twisted to critically appraise my curves in the tall glass one last time. I had not watched television or gone on a proper date for over three months, not since work had become so demanding. Part of me still aggrandized the image of lying in bed, snacking on a good pan pizza and finally sleeping off on some random Netflix movies. I twitched the pleat on the skirt and adjusted the waist line. Needless to say, I looked good and the mental picture stuck. The buzzing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. My mind quickly raced to my date. His surname was yet to stick and so was my need to get seriously involved with another man. The caller was unknown and on sliding the green icon on the screen, his voice came live. ‘’Miss jones’’? Yes, speaking” ‘’I’m guessing you know miss Edith Uwaoma’’? Yes, I do, but who is on the line’’? The voice on the other end of the line was far from familiar. He said evasively, ‘’Please make your way to the hosp

We all sat anxiously on the couch waiting for Papa to come back from his patriotic act of being a good citizen. It was the 2003 elections and since my elder sister and I weren’t of voting age and mama was heavily pregnant at that time, Papa was the only one left to go vote. He was exacerbated by the ridiculous narratives of being a good citizen and we all cheered as he went out in honor to cast his vote to the deserving man. At intervals, we would always call papa to know how he was doing as there were rumors of violence and stealing of ballot boxes at different poll points. Papa was ok until the headlines on the TV came on and the results of the elections were read and the winner declared while poor papa still stood in line waiting to cast his vote. It was an experience we would never forget as my mama didn’t stop laughing at papa for more than two weeks. She kept saying ‘’I commend your patriotic moves’’’, and each time she did it, she gave him a thumbs up. This experie