THE KENDER BRAND

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

It's been a journey full of discoveries. Sojourned in search of what I never seem to find. Hopes so high and values constantly threatened with unexpected events, but repeatedly I rise above the odds.  My path clearly defined by mental pictures of success carefully put together quite early in life. The vivid pictures seared deep in my mind and too bold to let mediocrity get in the way. Crossing over to the new year which has been so longed for, I stand tall taking pride in the not so big accomplishments under my belt. I eagerly look forward to seeing the amazing achievements the new year brings. Happy birthday to me... #TheBig27

Waiting for that billion dollar idea to hit you? It may never hit you cause you may already have had that idea but you devalued it and considered it not worthy enough to give you that big break. Let me go further to explain with a scenario. I conceived TAK (The Assistants by Kender) two years ago and late last year I decided to take action and start off an online service. (Creating written contents and Copy editing/proofreading)  The original idea was (and is still) a publishing house, however as the funds and other means were not in place yet I decided to start off online first. Fast forward into six days ago when I got an inspiration to expand my reach and send out proposals to media houses, newspapers and Blogs about my service. The idea was really great and I couldn't wait for the weekend to come so I could work on a really great proposal.  Now I'm seated here and really thinking if I should go ahead and work on the proposal or not. Mixed feelings came and I st

It came up to me in quite a deceptive manner. When the apartments of my frail heart was occupied with none other than hope for the future. It walked in as a companion to push me to greater heights. How that push actually pushed me into a cocoon.  Then came betrayals in one's self, denials, failed efforts and most importantly anxiety.  Early night tuck ins turned to late nights filled with trying to figure out life and after that gruesome exercise, that old cold pressing fear takes over and cancels out the efforts and the work put in.  I lived with fear and over time it degenerated to constant anxiety. Scared to the bones about what the future holds and even how to start out. I doubted my competence for such a long time. My waste bin constantly filled with piles of scraped wriggled papers from articles written that never made its purpose was a good reminder of how I failed myself. I searched for what could set me free and put me on a pedestal to soar higher. Love brought