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Here's to Becoming

Manifestation is mindset and action combined to achieve the desired results. This is my last year of being single! I'm declaring it and speaking it into the Universe. Now, there's nothing wrong with being single, but we need a final chapter for the Single Ladies series. All good things have to come to an end. Don't worry I'm not dropping off our bus, just as yet. Bonjour mes amies! Comment allez vous? Je vais trés bien merci, et vous? Let's gather around as we countdown to the New Year. I already have a head start with the wine, so let's catch up. In an intense conversation with one of my closest nephews, I told him that this is my last year of being single. We laughed, hard! But I was serious. Now, we don't have a groom as yet. But I'm going to 'Sex & the City' Charlotte manifest this. And my inner circle has been through the relationship trenches with me. We are all exhausted! So, I understand their skepticism and even fears for my fragilit

5 Pet Peeves to Leave And Win Her

Effort equals reward, and effort is the real charm. It's the last 'Man Crush Monday' of the year, and it would be a deservice to all my MCMs not to take this journey together. Gosh, this has been an interesting year in my dating life. I'm bringing in my single ladies to share their own war stories parce que, we're that community. Tjo!   Ngahleka ukhuthi amaf*ckboys b ashada  this year.(In my head, Somizi voice) Woo, shem ! We live in an era where there's the complaint that femaledom is entitled. In the realm of dating, there's a complaint of unreasonable standards, Ciara's prayer, and the erasure of masculinity. We hear you. The discussion needs to be brought to the table with accountable individuals.  But today, we are addressing some real turn offs. Abeg, abeg, why is there effortless wooing? I mean, we are post-pandemic, yet some fellas are still on that we're confined to the four walls of our habitations. Get with the program, Queen Bey sang, &qu

Script My Life: Miracle Before Christmas

A little Christmas magic is all we need to change our lives. I love binge watching holiday films. They give me that fuzz and hope for something better. This particular season I need more than just the feeling, I need the miracle. With the plethora of holiday flicks, for our Christmas script my life, I choose Miracle Before Christmas.

The Case of Round Two

Kea lumela hore ke rata lintho! And most of the time it's bad for my process of becoming. So I'm trying to be subtle, but...   I met a ghost from my past. Not an unpleasant one at all. just someone I didn't necessarily expect. Seeing and being around him reminded me of the vulnerability that I'm afraid of experiencing. I met Michael again. Like,  Mikey, whom I likey .  Yep. And I realised that two years later I sort of like him....a lot. Yet, he remains complicated . But on the other hand, he's still a good kisser. (And Usher's "Good Kisser" drums start playing in the background).  Bonjour mes amies! Comment allez vous?  Bring your glasses; let's gather around and chat. I'm having a nice, not wine-related drink that I'm going to regret in the morning because of a hangover. I don't know why I'm this person, though.  Michael, Michael, Michael. U tsoa kae? O romilwe ke mang? Coming to mess up my chakras again! I know that being comfo

When We All Come Together: The Wedding

If My Big Fat Greek wedding was African, my family is the epitome. We've made it to December! This was a hell of a year and I speak figuratively. In one conversation that I had with one of my closest nephews, I realised that everyone of my family was going through personal turmoil. I had shut myself off from the clan and just the world. I dreaded socialising because I wasn't the Eiffel 65 type of blue. We lost loved ones - particularly my brother and nephew. 

I Got Stood Up...But I'm Okay!

I laugh because none of this is a reflection of who I am! Bonjour, bonjour! Comment ça va? Jes suis trés bien! It's silly season and we will be merry all the way. I'm not sure if this is for the 'Dirty Laundry Diaries', or 'Single Ladies Series'; what I do know, I need 30 bucks to feed my child. I'm actually not joking about the 30 bucks. I'm insomniac. Most nights are restless. My current thoughts are more frightening compared to watching horror movies, or listening to true crime podcasts. Y'all gather around, bring your favourite 'happy juice', because it's story time. I must begin and say, I do like things. I know that I have old money tendencies and tastes, within reason. What I never acknowledged is that there's a side of me that's very exploration or curious. I'm not a fan of mob psychology but there are times when I just go with the flow. And yes, that flow leads me to Never, Neverland. So, one of these interesting