Warura's Musings

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...

It's been ages since I posted anything. I have not been busy....I am just living my life a day at a time. I have also been dedicating a lot of time to reading. I love books, but it reached a point where i rarely had time to read, i was either working, sleeping or too exhausted to function so I would just be on my couch watching my favorite YouTube programs  and series. I do not have TV...well, I have a screen but i do not pay the monthly subscription fee, so I get all my entertainment online. So, i started reading and I can say that I am doing very very well. My favourite reads so far have been Diane Von Furstenberg's The Woman I wanted to be. I didn't know about Diane until I watched a reality TV show (back when I had TV subscription) that was about getting a brand ambassador for House of DVF. I was fascinated by her and I immediately googled and read all I could find about her. I had a crush....like I always do whenever I engage in any form of media where there is a suc...

First off...I have to write this fast enough before I start having contradicting views in my head and end up not doing it....it happens. I am scrolling through Instagram and I come across a post by the beautiful Taraji P. Henson. It is a short clip titled 'Afro Art' and it showcases different beautiful girls adorning their equally beautiful Afros (too many 'beautiful' in one paragraph...but then....beautiful). The clip is aimed at inspiring girls to embrace their naturals hair. It's quite a peace of work, skillfully done and the shots are amazing. When I watched the clip, I was sad. Sad because we are still living in this world where human beings have refused to accept the fact that we are all different. We were created differently. No human being is similar to the other. Our differences have been used time and again to discriminate, intimidate and pass our own selfish agendas. Our looks and genetic makeup should be a non-issue in this time and error. So you h...

I think I have written it before....if not i will write it sometime in the future. I had a hard time growing up, i can't claim I had a normal childhood. I was exposed to too much pain, too fast. I was scarred. This has been part of my adulthood, my childhood. I think of myself as a very strong and resilient woman, and I have no doubt about that....but those scars, those scars bleed. Maybe more often that they should. Sometimes I feel like I can actually feel the blood trickling from them. They are still raw. On my best days, I can't feel them, I am care free and very happy. But on the bad days, they hurt, over and over again. My soul feels like it has been stabbed in so many places and locked in a very dark place. I hate such days. All this has left me very sensitive, emotionally. There seems too be a well of tears in my eyes that never dry up. The simplest of things makes me break down involuntarily. It can be a hug, a family reunion, a happy couple, sad scenes, a crying bab...

In 2008, I lost my father. It was devastating. At one point I felt so low, so alone, i thought I would not get through it. I can't believe it has been that long since I last saw him. I miss him terribly. This worsens when I feel like I need some fatherly advise or love. I have my mom, whom I love to death. She is my best friend and I would do absolutely anything for her; but my mom is soft....she is sensitive. She has had her fair share of a tough life. Sometimes I feel i need to spare her my agonies and just deal with them.....this is where my dad would come in. He was tough and rough. He is the kind of person who was literally feared. No one dared cross his path because they knew who they would deal with.....and he never let anything slide, nothing. He was loyal, the kind that would die defending his beliefs. I remember he used to get arrested during the campaign seasons for being outspoken about his political views. He never minced his words.....he was that guy. I miss that asp...

I wear my heart on my sleeve, i have always done that. I have been cautioned by my family and friends....but it is not a choice i make, it just happens naturally. I find myself giving 100%; i love passionately and deeply. This makes break ups very hard. I have had several already, but i never learn..... 'been there done that, been there once more; because apparently, i never learn'. Well, i will do it all over again....until the day I will find my 'the one'. I always enter into a relationship with the goal being, he just might be the one. So i enjoy it while it lasts, the ups and the downs, the friendship.....i always enjoy the journey. Getting to know someone is an interest for me and i actually enjoy it. I am single at the moment, so none of my relationships have been successful. They have been so insightful however and i have never regretted any one of them. The shortest has lasted a little over one year while the longest has lasted, well, years. A time comes whe...

She is 90+ years. No one knows for sure. She has an idea when she was born, but not a certain year. When i think of 90 years......that's a long time! It is triple my years plus more.....that's a really long time. My siblings and I are closer to my grandmother more than most of my cousins, this is because she brought us up during our earlier years (between 3-10). She removed my first tooth - and it was a long tale. She had to chase me up a tree, because i was so scared and hard headed :). She would make sure we had enough breakfast before school and that our uniforms were clean. She fed us, took us to the farm, showed us how to cook, carry out chores and most importantly, she took us to church. I was a member of the Sunday school. I still remember my teachers, one even got married to my uncle, she was teacher Peninah. There was also Shem, a man, strict but very effective in his teachings. We were involved in dramas and this were particularly intense during Easter and Christm...