MPV.....my point of view!

Some days I feel like these filmmakers are observing my life... But then again there are seven billion people, with some I can share similar stories. Of late I've been living in my bubble. I'm oblivious to a lot of things. Some I purposely choose to ignore, others, well, let these cups pass me by.  In the past year, I have watched a plethora of films, and a new television series. One way or the other, some have spoken to me. All the movies about race relations made me both angry and sad. The rom-com had me reevaluating my perceptions of romantic relationships. And the current sermon from Pastor Mike Todd has got me thinking...I need Jesus! Over the years with the number of flicks that I have watched, others have spoken to me, more than others. Below are the times that my life was scripted: 1. Vanessa confronts her mother about being sexually abused on 'Madea's Family Reunion. My God, that part still gets to me. There's no heavier load to carry than that of unforgive

Can my reproductive system just catch a break! Batho! Bothata ba hau ke bofe ! Hello single ladies, how are you? I'm fine and making slow progress. It's still progress! Gather around quickly with your glasses of wine. My gosh, please allow me to be slightly dramatic! There's no drama though. I just thought that I should be dramatic (a little bit). My young co-workers decided to discuss my uterus functions this morning. The conversation started like this, "When are you giving your daughter another sibling?" I was taken aback by this question. I responded, "When I have a husband." I added that if it happened within the next two years. Can my reproductive system just catch a break! My other co-worker stated that that's too far. She said, "Don't you have a boyfriend or someone who could just give you a baby?" OMG! That's all I could say. These young ladies were literally dictating what I should do with my womb. I did then say that I hav

 Looking at my nails and how I’ve made a meal out of them… I need a break! The past three weeks have been extremely exhausting to say the least. I decided to come to this platform to somewhat, somehow distress. Writing is often cathartic even to an absent audience. I’m just tired! Sections of my skin are eczematous and I even suffered a breakdown last week. God, I wish it were hormones but it’s just being overwhelmed.  I am tired – physically, financially, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. I have nothing to give. That empty jar that cannot pour out anymore. I’m sometimes emotionally numb…. I just want to sleep and never wake up. I keep absorbing the negativity from my timeline on social media. Unfortunately, it’s my job to be online. With my skills I have to work triple in curating and creating content. In short, I’m online all the time. But it’s depressing me. You know how baby boomers describe millennials…I’m that millennial! And with that said it makes it even more difficult to