I am a child born of love: it has taken me two decades to realize this, let alone believing it. For a long time, I saw myself as an underdog. I felt responsible for cleaning after people. I accepted the role they assigned me: being second best (or worst if you like). I resigned to my fate. Without putting up…

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Sometimes, I have difficult weeks -like all normal people do and were it not for Auntie Coffee, I would never be half as productive in life as I ought to be. Some days I am just there, getting through life, waiting fro Friday to arrive with its sexy goods.  Last week was one such for me. I was not able…

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Can I just put it out there for you? I was ready to go home with you. To paint it all colors with you. On the floor. On the couch. Bathroom. Kitchen or bed. Hell, wherever we pleased. I just wanted it to be with you. I was willing to make you my mistake. On a normal day, I would never…

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In between my ugly snorts and sniffles through the week, I could not piece together a worthy story. That’s right. I have this terrible fllu that cannot seem to let me do some nation building. That is how I settled on today’s blog post. Blogging isn’t easy and the hardest part about blogging probably is getting views/readers. But who said…

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It was the 2nd Commission on the Status of Women (CSW) and I still felt as overwhelmed as my first time attending one of those. Probably even more. These conferences have always kept me on the edge of my seat. I mean, how does one adequately prepare for 440 events? Being the curious individual that I am, I wanted to…

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