Life used to be so easy, it all seemed perfect. There was really no need to overthink or over analyze because everything just seemed to work out. Those were the days when growing up seemed to be the most exciting thing. I remember looking up to the adults around me because I thought they had it all figured out, I thought they were living in the moment I always dreamed about. They seemed to be living a life with no boundaries, they seemed to have all the freedom I craved.

Now, I feel like I’m in that moment and it’s nothing like my 10 year old self perceived it to be. I wish I had a little more time to prepare for exactly what the life of a young adult entails. Why didn’t anyone talk about the more important aspects of adulthood that made it a lot less enticing like friends betraying you, your heart breaking one too many times, the bumps in the road, doors that could shut in your face, and everything else that could cause you to overthink and stress?

When did life stop being so simple? Do we need those boundaries to exist within the walls of simplicity? Is complication the price of freedom?


It’s really sad that people try to make others believe their dreams are unachievable or not up to par. I think we should all be allowed to dream and tread our own path. The fact that someone’s passion isn’t good enough for you or society doesn’t mean it’s not perfect for them. Allow people be themselves, don’t try to box them in and turn them into conformists.
When you constantly bring someone down for what they believe in, you’re just setting them up for unhappiness and failure in the long run. Why should you be happy living your dream while you steal the freedom to dream from another?
We’re all different and so are our goals. We all need to come to terms with that. The end goal doesn’t always have to be monetary. Happiness trumps that any day.


So proud to be African but growing up amongst such a strong people forces you to conceal certain parts of your character and deal with situations differently.

We all have challenges and obstacles in life. Just like those vary, so will the approach of different individuals in dealing with them. Now, when you’re told ‘Panic and depression is not an African thing’ what do you do if that’s what your personality permits? Pretend. Pretend you’re different, pretend you’re stronger than you really are, pretend you’re not breaking down because you’re African and you’re meant to be strong and immovable.

What happens to our men? Boys that grew up being taught that to be a man you need to be strong and not show weakness because even if Africans are wired strongly, there’s a crack in the books that permits females to be emotional. Now, we have boys that have become men wrapping their masculinity in their inability to express emotions.

I love the strength of our continent and its people but shouldn’t we be strong enough to be individuals, strong enough to feel and express ourselves the way we deem fit regardless of our gender and not be afraid of being judged or appearing weak?