THE KENDER BRAND

I became self aware at 11. At that age, the realities of waking up, making my bed and bathing properly began to set in. At that age all that mattered was play and being accepted by my new friends. Unfortunately that was where I got it wrong. I was more interested in fitting in at all cost even if it meant conforming to a new personality. At 13 I had evolved into a conforming young girl with a lost identity. Making new friends became a priority and with each new friend came a further twisted identity. My priorities had changed and my studies suffered.  The nonchalant part of me cared less and my parents had no idea what had occupied me. At this age I got my first bra. Tiny, hard and lemon colored.  Mama thought it was best to get me one since my elder sister had just started wearing bra. I vividly remembered that Monday morning when I wore my lemon colored hard bra to school.  It was quite uncomfortable and it never made it back to the hostel with me. It slept in my wooden

I recently got a mail from an ardent reader who has always supported Kender  Talks from inception till date. She asked and I quote "You promised the last time to be consistent with RT (Relationship Thursday's) but you have failed since the year started. Do you want to scrap it off the blog?" I sincerely appreciated the mail and it came just in time when the "relationship talk" was the bone of contention between my friend and I.  The conversion as always ended with no full stop and was bound to continue as this particular topic is a never ending discussion. My ideas about relationships, love, marriage etc is quite ''unblending'' with the norm and as such I seem very unqualified to write about relationships. I would feel terrible if anyone comes at me for having beliefs that are nonconforming to theirs. Don't get me wrong, in as much as this is my space and its entirely my business what I publish here. I would equally want to respect p

Often times we have been deceived about the reality of being an entrepreneur. I have viewed it as an easy life and a life everyone should envy and this probably is because of the beauty that has been showcased on the internet over time. I never imagined that being an entrepreneur was such a difficult thing. Yes You read correctly, its difficult. The things social media has painted easy and so simple is fallacy. This thing called ''Entrepreneurship'' is really hard.  There are so many sleepless nights, head-aching thoughts, mind drifting moments, uncountable paper works (This is where you need TAK), endless strategizing and most of all ''the fear of failure''. I recently ventured into a virtual business and it's been HELL (for lack of a better word) for me. I have some times gone insane when my ideas are not well represented and I took a moment down memory lane when I used to think that being an entrepreneur was so easy and all I needed to d

The quest to loose weight has always been a struggle (and it still is) and a never ending journey. So many people in a bid to get a quick fix are compelled to take substances, pills and even injections that are promised to take away the fat literally.  Sometimes these methods seems to work, but on the long run we are saddled with some side effect from those substances taken. Now the question is: What seems to be the best way out?  Before delving into our carved out plan you must note the following:   To loose weight, your food choices are even more important than your workout routine. A healthy eating habit is a more sustainable method for  weight loss  Once you start working out, see it as a lifestyle and not a quick fix to get a fast result. This means that both a healthy eating pattern and exercising go hand in hand for not just weight lost but a general healthy lifestyle.   "Get Fit with Kender" (GFK)

I walked into the hall with shaky legs. I hated attention and I was getting a double dose of it. My sequins dress drew more attention to me than the well sculpted face sitting pretty on my neck.  I smiled nervously at every face that turned towards me while glancing quickly through the empty seats to pick a perfect spot. Then I heard his voice and my heart raced a thousand times over which I still wonder why.  6.5ft tall from my rough estimations, dark, well groomed and obviously that smile I always longed for. His shirt fitted perfectly making every cut and shape of his biceps evident. I feared he could hear the whispers of my heart from where he sat. It seemed our hearts where so close and I could hear him. He laughed heartily to random jokes told at a wedding table either about the couple or wedding guests. I couldn't stop my mind from the many imaginations it erotically engaged in. Who would have thought that ''Love at first sight'' found its way right

I recently watched a video, which by the way inspired this post. I watched over and over again with rapt attention and for every time I listened to that woman, it dawned on me that our problem as women lies just within us.  My Mama once told me that no man can watch my back the way a woman would. My Mama always believed that we women should stand for each other. I was still very young then so it didn't really sink.  I've grown up watching woman tear each other down. Sometimes not necessarily because of men or anything serious but because of some lame unhealthy competition laced with envy. For the many times I dared to leave my comfort zone and become better at making the world a better place,  I received the most commendation from the men.  A lady would rather criticize than encourage just to make sure you ain't better than her.  Why all these fights, silent bickering and jealousy draped in kindness?   The lady seated next to you isn't your competition and

                                                               EPISODE 4 A soft thump in the kitchen caught Purple's attention as she dropped her bags down beneath the dinning table and pulled her shoes. She looked so exhausted and still in shock hence Cara was the least of her problems. The little brown fluffy thing was already used to Purple and her moods sometimes. She knew it was a good day when Purple came straight to pick her and give her some massage and a bad day when she was totally neglected.  After what seemed like a quick shower, Purple stepped out of the bathroom thinking if she really washed well or not. It seemed she hadn't washed well as soap remnants was still glued to her fingers and hand.  She headed straight for the dinning table. Her thick kinky hair loosely captured in a lopsided bun and beneath her big orange sweat shirt she wore a faded blue shorts. Purple , picking up her work bag caught the sight of the plate on the table.  ''I shou