Take Time To Grow

I remember  when  I was younger wanting so much to grow up.Stealing my mum's heels and wishing they could fit.I was what I like to refer to as a grown up baby.It may sound ironic when I say I wish I could turn back the hands of time and be a baby one more time,have someone jump at my every Little hick up.Play a little in the mad,eat some soil and go to bed without a worry in my mind.

While my friends were playing Kati or rounders in primary school,I would be substitute who sat in the bench and never got to play-more like a spectator.I was the extra in the team but never got to test what strange forces my friends had been possessed with to enjoy  a simple game of kati that required so much energy.There was bladder something with benefit of hind site I do not see why it was even considered a game.If you know a small country in the east of Africa or grew up there then you can second me.You will understand what the yapping about these the games is about.

I am not that old and now I'm pretty sure you are wondering why I am defending myself.I have no problem divulging my age because after all I am forever young in my head just not as young as I would like to look.Anyway back to the topic.See I did not do the childish things that at least most of us growing up in the 80's did but hi before you start pitying me let me just say I had dolls and a tea set.My lecturer would go crazy if she heard the kind of games I played because according to the feminist studies she taught me for three weeks that is not acceptable that baby girls are given games that do not stimulate their brains.That I will talk about another day.

See growing up we all look forward to being considered an adult.I remember when I moved from Sunday school to pre-teen and finally to teen then youth at least my church so the difference in those stages of my growth.Now if you ask me,I want to be sixteen forever but do not roll eyes just yet.I love being  a young adult as I fondly consider myself.We have responsibilities and now we do not say-when I grow up i want to be........now it is do or die.Our time is in the now!!So before think I will probably be one of those parents competing with their teens in the clubs, I would beg to differ.Before I loose my bearing and totally go out of topic,let me just say growing up is tough and tougher as you get into  adulthood.There is no tryed and tested formula just ask your parents if you have siblings.

So the next time I go for shopping and find a little  girl trying to race me  for the make- up,I will purposely block her way until she walks away.why rush your growth process?There is no escaping it.I mean I think U- sher is cool but just ask all the  teens drooling over Justin Bieber they will tell you Usher is old and has nothing on Justin.Relax,breath and take your time and enjoy the little love letters with a hint of perfume and laugh out loud when you can and make it as often as you can.Go out and watch movies or whatever tickles your fancy.

Getting Real

Wow!!! It feels like I had the longest break ever but im back and ready to get real.I had a pretty interesting weekend more like one of those ones which get you crying and smiling at the same time.You know when I started blogging I felt as if I had experienced more so i was in a position to give advice but really-I was not.

A friend of mine got a call  that an old friend of hers had been  in  an accident and no  one could really tell her what happened so despite the fact that she lives so far from him she dared to go to an unfamiliar grounds.See this friend of mine in all the time they have been friends,she had never visited him.He had taken the role of doing the visiting.On her way to see him,she had so many thoughts of what and how he could be.It is in that moment that she realized she loved him so much that she could not imagine for a second not being with him.

Sounds like a fairy tale or a made up love story right?wrong.It is a true story so she says  and I believe her because I was with her the whole time.Back to the story,they finally met and thank Heaven he was still in one piece.It is events like this that you cant satirize,moments like this that you can't put in movies and expect the same human emotion.

I was not intending on it to be a love story but if that is what it takes to put my point across then I will allow it.Seeing my friend happy and relieved meant so much to me that the number of times we got lost did not matter.

Does that kind of love exists?I do not have an answer for that but my friend was beeming and for the first time in along time she was actually very happy and honest.Pure joy is what you can call that moment.You know the reality is- it is hard to have that but is it impossible?Hell no!Does it have to take that kind of awakening to really allow ourselves to love and to be loved?Do we always have to have a gurantee or can we just allow ourselves to be?

Reality sucks and there are so many pesimists but you know what my friend is experiencing has no logic or scientific formula to  and I will go right out and say Im glad I was with her to see that magic.

Tell me what you think.