MUSINGS OF AN MVP

  Moments My mom said something interesting about me a few months ago. She said that I am good at starting over. I chuckled at the irony. Truth be told, I've often felt stuck, navigating the treacherous waters of procrastination and comparison. Even as I made progress towards my goals, these currents led to decisions and actions that I've had to face. I am grateful for the moments I conquered them and ended up in impactful and sustainable spaces.    The part of me that yearned to wait for the perfect moment or the right words to share was in constant conflict with the desire to just do so. It took a while. Here I am now. Ready(?) and willing to talk about my work/life, like I mentioned in  my first blog post . Sooner or later, you have to push to start. If you're a new reader, hello. Thanks for joining us. If you've read my musings before, it's nice to see you again. Let me tell you what I've been up to the last three years. The pictures are captured moments of

Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash Its salient and sudden. My chest is tightening. I am puffing and panting as my heart beat quickens. I'm fidgety. I don't know if I want to turn off the lights or keep them on. I go to the bathroom then pace around my room. Nothing changes. My breathing gets heavier. I don't know if I want to scream or be silent. I don't know if I want silence or music. It's happening again, I know I have to write. That helps sometimes. A little whisper tells me to write something here, I haven't in a while anyway. Maybe someone out there needs to read this. Maybe I just need to write it. Describing it hurts, its making me feel worse somehow. I want to cry and I don't even know why. This sucks. It was my birthday last Thursday, I should still be celebrating. Why won't this stop? I thought I was doing better. I've lived with this monkey on my back for a long time, I know exactly what's happening. The cause could be one or m

Hello there!  Last week, I shared some wise words from my Mum that she wrote for me a few birthdays ago. If you haven't read them yet, you can check it out  here .  I had a quite a productive and busy week to say the least. We started our second semester on Monday (hooray?) and I have been writing as well as painting whenever I can. I look forward to weekends now which is a nice change of pace when every day almost feels the same. I didn't get to finish all my goals but I am happy for the opportunity to rest and start fresh next week. Reading these words again has encouraged me as I worked, I hope they do the same for you. Shout out to my mama! 1.    WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DON’T GET WHAT YOU WANT? You prayed, you worked hard, you did everything possible but you don’t get the job. Or the opportunity. Or whatever it is. Don’t stay down there. You are allowed to mourn for a bit, but what you are not allowed is to make that define who you are. Get up, sasa and move on! There are a

Hello! This is my mum, Steveria. She is outgoing, loving, strong, smart, funny, beautiful, a phenomenal writer, Christian and all around superwoman. She's a terrific friend, manager, sister and leader. Here she is serving face: For as long as I can remember, my mum has always treated my birthday as a magnificent occasion. Even if we don't spend it together, she always tries to send me presents or give me money to spend. My favorite so far was for my 21st. My birthday fell on the Sunday and from Monday she spent the entire week giving me cards and gifts. I was so overwhelmed and happy because she outdid herself each day. There was a driving lesson voucher, a photo shoot and a Bible, among other things.  Out of all these gifts over the years, the most precious to me are her letters. Whether it's an email, text or physical, the loving words and wisdom she writes are so profound that they stay with me and I go back to them when I need motivation or encouragement. We are each ot

THE END What is the urban life sans insanity? I last published a blog post almost four months ago. The last time I even looked at this blog or my drafts was two months back. Time seems to fly by the fastest when you waste it.  Where have I been? Perhaps you are curious or couldn't care less. If you are a first-time reader, it might even surprise you I have a blog. Either way, welcome to the revived musings of a millennial figuring it out. Back to the question, I want to blame Miss Rona (why not Mr Rona, haven't men caused more calamities in this world than women? I digress) but like so many people in the world, this pandemic forced me to stop the business of busyness and really THINK about things I was unconsciously avoiding.  I will not bore you or scare you with any medical information about the virus. As you have heard many times before, wash your hands regularly, maintain social distancing if you insist on being outside, and stop being a selfish human. The last on

Photo by Clemens van Lay on Unsplash It has been 1 month and 4 days since I left home. I left the verdant views of Blantyre Blues and headed to the jagged and jazzy metropolis of Johannesburg in pursuit of a higher education and expansion. Towards the end of last year, I got accepted to  the University of Wits  and thus began my journey of transition and integration in mid-January and it's been a wild ride since. There are a plethora of emotions and experiences that I am going through, which I am finding hard to articulate because of awe. I am amazed at the beauty and dangers of this city. I am in awe of the academic, social and cultural impact of WITS on myself, other students, the country and the rest of the world. I am humbled and in awe of  the privilege and opportunity that I have being part of this elite institution as  an ambitious , idealistic artist from Malawi. I am pleasantly overwhelmed by the high standards of excellence, discipline, and growth expected from me