Warura's Musings

Thank you all for your patience, this took longer than expected. During the wait, I got to hear a boarding school tale from a close friend, one that I had not heard nor experienced before, so the wait paid! It was in high school. Students were given mattresses upon reporting to school in form one. The new students' mattresses would be exchanged for older ones by the older students. They ended up with old, thin and worn out mattresses (obviously), while the older students had all the new and good mattresses. Unfortunately, most of the old mattresses were half or quarter mattresses. Very old and torn, they had seen better days and probably their first users were somewhere in a homestead accompanied by their fathers trying to convince someone's father that their daughter is worth a few number of goats. In short they were grown men who had been convinced by society that all they needed to be 'whole' was a woman in their home. 😂😂 Anyway...so back to the new studen...

I have been thinking about this post for a long time. Almost all of my teenage years were spent in boarding schools. I have loads of memories, some sad, some good and some ridiculous. It was a mixture of the good, the bad and the ugly. My dad never wanted me to go to boarding school, I could not understand why since my elder sister was already there. I pleaded with him every single Sunday morning. Why Sunday you ask? Every Sunday morning we had to go wake him up and ask for sadaka 'church offering'. Looking back, it must have been annoying ☺. I love my Sunday mornings since they are the only days I get to sleep in....so here I was, tiny little fingers shaking him awake to ask for church offering and asking, 'Daddy when are you taking me to boarding school??' I was stubborn and nagging. He finally threw in the towel and away I went to boarding school. I was ten years old, young and naive. I thought boarding school was cool, I thought my sister was so sophistic...

Well, we all know what those are :) We all have boobs (even men) but not everyone needs a bra for them. So in this post...let's focus on women and bras. Girls and bras sound nicer but we are about inclusion....so women and bras it is. Boobs are a very important part of our anatomy. The relationship with our boobs is mostly complicated but with time and age we come to love them and appreciate them as they are (even as we wear push up bras)....we still appreciate them. I call mine my girls because that's what they are; and I love them...most of the time anyway.    These girls come in sizes. Most are sisters, not twins. There are never two that are alike, never. One is always bigger or tilted further away than the other one; one is happier and more fulfilled with life than the other one, sometimes one is introverted and needs more nudging to be stimulated while the other one is always ready to party...you get the picture ;) So, then comes the hardest part; br...