MPV.....my point of view!

It's not selfish to want more! It's actually the 25th of December! Oh, you thought that I would take a break from blogging. Not at all. Today, we watch a movie together. Let's find what holiday flick gets us into the spirit. I guess you're wondering why I dialed back to an 'old' movie. Well, I haven’t properly watched this 2007 movie. Imagine it's taken me 13 whole years to watch this holiday flick starring Gabrielle Union-Wade, Morris Chestnut, and the late Charlie Murphy. For those who still haven't watched the movie 'The Perfect Holiday' - spoiler warning. The movie follows two characters who will by the magic of Christmas meet. Before I go ahead, Queen Latifah plays mother Christmas who is the 'Christmas angel'. Terrence Howard is the 'Grinch-like' character named "Bah Humbug", who opposes the 'spirit of Christmas'. We meet Benjamin (Morris Chestnut) is an aspiring songwriter who attempts to break into the mu...

We are perfectly imperfect! Bonjour mes armies, comment ça va? Je vais trés bien merci!  Bring your glasses of your favourite poison and let's chat. We are drawing close to that time of the year. I wouldn't let us leave this profound year without a few lessons. It's story time.   It's taken time—actually, years—for he and I to come to this place. We haven't always seen eye-to-eye, yet we find ourselves here. It's actually insane! But time does help with self-discovery. For me, the healing process has put things into perspective. I'm not yet there, but I'm becoming her, and he's willing to see me through it.  What I love about he and I is simply the fact that we aren't that couple. You know those who have to constantly update their Gram or WhatsApp status to validate the strength of their union? Before you come for me, it's "cute," and yes, you and your person should declare your affection for each other. I'm just from the sch...

I will be the autocrat of my reproductive state! Finish and klaar ! Bonjour mes amies , how are you, single ladies? I stand here proud...I should treat myself. While adulting is ghetto, I'm proud of myself as a parent. For the first time in my adult life, I have made adult decisions, particularly for my daughter's life. Speaking of my daughter, we are crossing over to teenagehood. Now that hood is hood, and not for the faint-hearted. Those years can be rough! If nature's not on your side, those six years of high school will be hell. But if you are lucky - you will be POPULAR. Something that I never related to during my adolescent years. Despite high school trials and tribulations, my girl will do great parce que , I'm her guide. I concluded that my daughter will be an only child. I might....which is a major if...choose to adopt another child. My emotional disposition, financial capacity will guide that decision and I don't know... if I want to have another child. I ...

Muchos gracias Corona... Out of all the times to be socially distanced...the holidays! I hear heavenly hosts singing right now. I never imagined that I would enjoy the idea of actually avoiding those awkward family gatherings. This year has put life into perspective.  I will choose whom I want to share the Christmas chicken (parce que Africa) with, and how I enter 2021. Lawd! The heavenly hosts sing again. If you are like me, one of the things you want to avoid is the 'You are still single' conversation, often accompanied by criticism. It doesn't help that your sister's engaged, your other cousin is preparing for her second quarantine baby, or your brother threw the wedding of the season (even with 50 guests). Yep, that I am happy to sit out extend family festivities. Ideally, I would have loved to be on holiday considering that I have 20 days off work. But these and other small blessings, I'm grateful that I have a job that still pays. Actually, add the side hustle...

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 dif...