Introducing...

Oh hey y'all. Welcome to my new blog! As the description says, this will basically be about how I balance what I want in life (peace), with what I actually experience (annoyance). Most people who know me will tell you that I am the most mellow of souls. They would also tell you that when I am annoyed, it gets about as real as the demise of Keyshia Cole's career. HA! Well then! Let's get to it.


One thing, of many, that truly strips me of my inner peace is when I read/hear/see someone fix their mouth to tell a woman ANYTHING about how she's doing life wrong. EXCUSE YOU. Last time I checked, the only business you need to mind is YOUR OWN. Every single day women are told some sh*t, usually wrapped up in concern, that has to do with how we should govern ourselves. And the worst part is that it starts so YOUNG for so many of us. My mom always tells me a story of when I was in Nigeria, and we went to church. At the tender age of 7, some old biddy walked up to me and told me I should be ashamed of myself for not covering my head in God's house...me being the VERY gentle soul I was back then, proceeded to cry profusely as my mother read that woman the Riot Act. We're taught shame so early; if not directly from our families, then certainly from outside sources. "Sit with your legs closed," "Don't burp, it's not ladylike," "If you get any taller no one will marry you," blah blah blah, bullsh*t bullsh*t bullsh*t. WHY DO WE TAKE THIS CRAP FROM PEOPLE?!!?!?

I see it from all sides now. Men AND women telling other women that they shouldn't be stay-at-home moms, that they shouldn't work so much, they shouldn't dance so provocatively, they shouldn't marry so soon, they should get married, they shouldn't love this or that person; you get the picture. When does it stop? Where does it end? Well, since we can only control ourselves, I propose that when you notice it and experience it, stop that foolishness in its tracks. Now that I'm a bit older and barely any wiser, this is my usual course of action. In college a guy told me I shouldn't be so excited about a football game, and that I should calm down. I promptly told him to kiss my ass. Peace was immediately restored.

I'm going to end this here, because I can. To all of my lovely women, stay strong. We got this!

-Uche