One April many years ago, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday. Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older. And, there on television, she said it was 'exciting...' Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day......like her breasts. They seemed to be in a race to see… Continue reading Lessons From Maya
Author: Assumpta
Beautiful Existence
"It's not my responsibility to be beautiful. I'm not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me." - Warsan Shire I recently posted two pictures on Instagram – one yesterday and one today. They've been getting a lot of love (a lot by my standards. I’m not Instafamous so… Continue reading Beautiful Existence
Note to Self #2
“Negative people negate themselves from greatness and being the beneficiary of the greatness in others. Be proactively positive today!” That quote above is a reminder of why it is important to guard your sphere of influence carefully. If I cannot immediately remove myself from a situation where negative energy and unkind rhetoric is prevalent, I… Continue reading Note to Self #2
Teenage Angst
My pain and my strife is like an open wound exposed by the knife we call life. Assumpta Ozua 2000 Those 3 lines provide a small insight into my mind circa age 14 (that's when I wrote it). It never ceases to amaze me how little the things I dwelled on back then, matter now.… Continue reading Teenage Angst
Time
It’s raining hours on my minutes while I wish it would just shower seconds. Seconds until night finally takes his rest and dawn beckons the inauguration of a new day Where time ceases to be my foe and becomes my friend, Abetting my restless spirit to find solace in polite conversation, uninhibited wit and an… Continue reading Time
Breathless
The minute I heard He called you home, my arms hung like a wall clock at 5.35, every appendage saluting the floor while disconsolate eyes spat bitterness from the flooded alcoves of my soul. I wish you were still here. Your passing fractured blistered air, redirecting draughts to the passageway of a tortured torso inducing… Continue reading Breathless
Throwback Thursday
You move me, shift my equilibrium like weights on a scale you tip the balance and upturn my spirit. Like stray hands in crowds you scatter my senses Like wind in loose weave chaotic and free, You move me like a riotous people lobbying for change taking action against oppressors because things cannot always stay… Continue reading Throwback Thursday
The Secret Life of Leaves
A little while ago my mother shared something on her social media that I’d like to share with you. She said: “life is not governed by miracles but by principles.” (and no, she was not commenting on the validity of miracles). She used that quote specifically with regards to the principle of sowing and reaping… Continue reading The Secret Life of Leaves
Hello Husband, Farewell Friend
I forgot to say goodbye. When you left that morning, my breath damp with fatigue with the audacity of nightmare the immediacy of distress I did not think to call you by name, to let your usual response linger in the ether between us. How many people do you know who begin their day with… Continue reading Hello Husband, Farewell Friend