All my childhood was spend doing manly or is it boyish things.
From the talk,to the walk, to the play.... every thing.
Infact, I have NEVER owned a doll in my life, and well, my one and only teddybear was a Breathing human being; a man!
From the talk,to the walk, to the play.... every thing.
Infact, I have NEVER owned a doll in my life, and well, my one and only teddybear was a Breathing human being; a man!
As a pre- teen,while girls my age were busy playing 'Kalongo' and 'Cha Mama na Cha Baba' I was busy playing football and 'driving' toy cars made out of Milk packets fitted with 'pekele' for wheels.
Infact, My Mama never told me, like every girls mother does that boys are bad. How could she?
So,from an early age, I learned to suck it up and act like a man.
Crying was considered a sign of weakness, and my brothers would have a field day taunting me when those drops threatened to flow.
Over time I have mastered the art of Crying from the inside, and channeling the tears to my nose,always getting the temporary 'Flu' that comes with it.
Boarding school didn't help either. Actually, it made me become some sort of a hardcore.
I learned how to 'borrow' stuff like pens and pencils from my classmates desks, and swear that they were mine,without any guilt. Oh and the water!
I learned how to 'borrow' stuff like pens and pencils from my classmates desks, and swear that they were mine,without any guilt. Oh and the water!
Fast foward to High school, and I found myself in a girls world.
Oh Boy! From the word go, I was all confused.
Here I was, skinny...
No!
To be candid, I was in that stage thats between skinny and voluptious,where your breasts are still thinking about 'coming out' and your bum is round and full of baby fat.
Fresh from the village, sporting a struggling hairdo; the kind that makes Ox- tails instead of Pony tails ,and my trademark baby face,thrown into a world where girls with flowing hair walked with their heads held high, so sure of themselves, so confident!
For a while, I struggled fitting in,trying as much as I could, to let go of my signature walking style which I had copied from my brother; you know that walk that is the characteristic of every highschool boy, where the soles of your feet never seem to touch the ground,right?
Then sweet sixteen happened.
This is one age that no one really prepares you for.
All this feel good vibes that come with it.
Oh my! The emotions.
Everything seemed to happen so fast!
I woke up one day,
Suddenly I was floating..... NO! drowning....
It was like Creation was happening all over again.
I felt the need to wear a bra, and walk around my chest thrust foward,swaying my hips,flaunting what that Deep Slumber in the garden of Eden gave to Adam , a Woman.
Years later,
I am glad I grew up in a man's world,before I got to unravel the beauty of being and feeling like a woman.
I taught me how to think like a man, but act like a girl.
I taught me how to love like a man, and care like woman.
I taught me how to work hard like a man,and pamper myself like a woman.
I taught me how to be loyal to the people and things I hold important like a man does,
I taught me how to be arrogant and sexy at the same time
I taught me how to balance the Man that I was Cultured to be, and the Girl I was born to be.
So,
Everytime you stop to think, and wonder why you cannot quite get me,
Know this,
I am by default a girl,trapped in the mind of a man.
Oh Boy! From the word go, I was all confused.
Here I was, skinny...
No!
To be candid, I was in that stage thats between skinny and voluptious,where your breasts are still thinking about 'coming out' and your bum is round and full of baby fat.
Fresh from the village, sporting a struggling hairdo; the kind that makes Ox- tails instead of Pony tails ,and my trademark baby face,thrown into a world where girls with flowing hair walked with their heads held high, so sure of themselves, so confident!
For a while, I struggled fitting in,trying as much as I could, to let go of my signature walking style which I had copied from my brother; you know that walk that is the characteristic of every highschool boy, where the soles of your feet never seem to touch the ground,right?
Then sweet sixteen happened.
This is one age that no one really prepares you for.
All this feel good vibes that come with it.
Oh my! The emotions.
Everything seemed to happen so fast!
I woke up one day,
Suddenly I was floating..... NO! drowning....
It was like Creation was happening all over again.
I felt the need to wear a bra, and walk around my chest thrust foward,swaying my hips,flaunting what that Deep Slumber in the garden of Eden gave to Adam , a Woman.
Years later,
I am glad I grew up in a man's world,before I got to unravel the beauty of being and feeling like a woman.
I taught me how to think like a man, but act like a girl.
I taught me how to love like a man, and care like woman.
I taught me how to work hard like a man,and pamper myself like a woman.
I taught me how to be loyal to the people and things I hold important like a man does,
I taught me how to be arrogant and sexy at the same time
I taught me how to balance the Man that I was Cultured to be, and the Girl I was born to be.
So,
Everytime you stop to think, and wonder why you cannot quite get me,
Know this,
I am by default a girl,trapped in the mind of a man.
hahahaha. Ox-tails
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