Be your own Version of Life.


A society is a large social grouping, sharing the same geographical or territory, typically subject to the same political authority and dominant cultural expectation however within the same society people have different patterns of relationships individually, not to forget even individual goals and expectations to life differ as well.

Different traits will be seen, the hard working group, the lazy group, the gossiping group, the high class and low class, optimistic and pessimistic people and many other who might or might not fall in your category of life. Despite the difference in category(ies), all these people will live close to you (together in the same society)

Now with all that happening, we tend to have behavior of copying what other people are doing and forget what we really are, we also at times forget what are our paths and we step on others` path because we are too scared to walk on ours or raise the levels of dependability.

It is time to learn of your abilities and utilize your potential, In this life, there will be no any other version of you, no matter what you do will always fall back to you.

There are many challenges every one faces in life, failure and being scared to try something new have always been on top to many youth, not being able to trust ourselves to initiate something our hearts desire.

At times we make excuses because we cannot make right decision or being counted for what we have in hands, we tend to step out of line to let others do what we could have done and yet blaming that life is too hard. That has to end today.

It`s time for youth to stand out and change ourselves before we change the society and be the change we want to see in the world, the world suffers and us in it, we are counted useless.

Let`s not count ourselves by the population rather by the changes we can all make in the societies we live in.

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I remember…


I remember the struggle

Struggle of opening locked doors

Diving in the sand

With a sound of a Katrina

In a silence of my heart

But it was all a memory

 

A memory of playing darts

With my fingers on my stomach

Emptied hands laid in my pockets

With nothing to catch than my own thigh

A memory that never ended

 

It continued to down

That I slept walking into my own past

Baer foot, torn clothes

Wander on the road

With mud on my face

Pushed sideways

With those whose faces were straight

A memory that made me

 

I bowed down and rethought a memory

A memory that was in my hands

That no one could unfold its greatness

Not until I faced straight

Till then a memory was still valid

And mine alone to bear

Until my pockets gets full of all

All that everyone would call a memory.

 

 

Written by Felix Massinda

What is Home really


 

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I grew up in a family of three children, all being boys and i am the second, As African, my mother could not find us a maid to help her domestic and care for us as well. She struggled for us to grow in such a way we could neither get problems caring for ourselves nor ask people to help us with all our domestic works.

That being the reason, she started teaching us every work at home, cooking, washing dishes, washing our own clothes, cleaning the houses and all sort of works. I was the five years old when my mother started to put me on the line of work with brother, i started washing dishes and my own clothes, cleaning the house. With such kind of age where children of the same age are interested in playing around with others children of the same age, frankly, i felt a lot of my childhood fun had been taken from (from a child perspective).

 

Slowly we grew up (my 2 brothers and i) and we managed to do all the works at home and our mother could have enough rest.

 

All the training and division of works at home brought unity and love in the family, i also learned to love domestic works (cooking, washing dishes, clothes, cleaning the house). Despite my father being Police man then, we use to shift a lot places according to the nature of his work however we all felt close to each other.

After we grow up, school separated us, we went in different schools three of us and left our parents alone at home. This situation led to rare family meeting however we meet at different times and a the times no matter how few we are we still feel love and unity we were brought with in a family.

 

From this perspective of Love, made me understand that A home is not just a having a house to live in. having all good item every human would have wanted in life.

A home is surrounded by Love and Unity, understanding, appreciation, support each other and make every one in safe. If a family fights every day, they could be living in a boxing ring.

 

We all need to learn to create our HOME with love and unity, if you can have that, all other things wont matter in a family.