Skip to main content

Who Are You?



 Take a moment and think about it. This might not be one of the most pleasurable discussions to have with self but don't you think it's equally one worth having?

So, Who are you?

Maybe you probably do know already and that is a good thing mate. 

You might think you know, but maybe you don't. I think I belong to this category hence the need to actually pen this down. 

Sometimes this question will prove way harder than we thought, but for you to get to a point of being self aware then probably this is a path one must tread on. 

What is it that you genuinely love?

What is it that you genuinely want for yourself?

What is that picture in your head about your ideal self?

What do you find valuable or pleasurable?

Do you negotiate fairly for yourself?...or do you downplay yourself just because you feel it's the moral thing to do, or probably you think looking out for yourself is such a selfish to do. 

Or you just sit there and fit in to other people's definitions of what is noble, of what is noble, of what is considered moral and good, what is considered normal when in all sense, it doesn't resonate with you. 


I bet sometimes we have to rise above the normalcy, to dare to be different. 

Dare to be dangerous,

Dare to be truthful,

Dare to articulate yourself, 

Express that which you really want for yourself.

How do you want to be spoken to?

What are you putting up with, pretending to like out of duty or obligation, or just the desire to fit in?

I bet to get to the point of being utterly honest with ourselves, (which in my case is what I consider noble) you must determine what you want, knowing where you are going or at least where you want to so that you will know how to bargain for yourself. So that several years down the line, that generosity and self sacrifice doesn't end up to be resentment, where you don't end up vengeful and cruel.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

When I become a Dad!

He says that growing up, he had a rather salty relationship with his dad. His dad was the typical African dad. Those fathers who expected everyone to be on their best behavior when they returned home When he spoke, you obeyed. You'd never say anything back. You were never allowed to hold an opinion, and in case you did, you kept it to yourself. Not like in our days, where we have the audacity to scream, "I hate you!" and run to your room and slam doors. He paid fees, and you went to school. He said you'd study medicine, and you said "Yes, dad!" only to discover, during one of your attachment periods, that you hate what you do and end up hating the people you do it with, and the only thing you want to do is stand in front of crowds with a guitar in your hands and a crowd shouting in your direction. We are seated in this spot, under some shade, on a sunny afternoon, the kind of afternoon that makes you think, ‘What if the sun had moved an inch closer to eart...
2 comments
Read more

On “Utaleta Mtu Lini?” and Other Attacks on My Peace!

  Wait. Guys!  I think I’m officially qualified to say, “niko pahali pa hatari.” Because wait… what? Is this what comes with being 26? You people never warned me that once you hit this age, relatives stop asking how you’re doing and start asking about your marital status like it’s a government project. Suddenly, everyone is invested. Everyone is concerned. Everyone has suggestions. You can be building a career, healing, figuring yourself out, learning how to be a decent human being, but none of that seems to matter if there’s no wedding loading. Apparently, kumbe 2 6 comes with a wedding countdown. You never really start a sentence with “so” unless you are in a crisis. So… today I am in one. A very big one.  The other day my mother casually joked about wanting a grandchild.  I laughed. Not because it was funny, but because my brain needed time to process the plot twist. This is the same woman who, just the other day (okay, maybe a few years ago), used to iss...
Post a Comment
Read more

26: Old Enough to Know Better, Young Enough to Try Anyway

Wow… 26 already. Time really does fly! Turning 26 feels like standing on the edge of something electric, a place where lessons from the past meet the endless possibilities of the future. It’s that sweet spot where reflection meets ambition, and gratitude meets curiosity. Honestly, it’s a big person’s age, there are things you can’t just do anymore, and yet, there’s so much you can. They say, at 26, you start to know yourself in ways you never did before. You see your strengths, your quirks, and the sparks that make you come alive. You’ve stumbled, you’ve celebrated, and you’ve realized that life isn’t just about reaching a destination, but how you move through the journey. And yes, just like Mike says, the mistakes… they start to cost more. The lessons are harder, the risks weigh heavier, and the stakes feel higher. But here’s the thing: each “expensive mistake” teaches you something you wouldn’t learn any other way. They sharpen your judgment, stretch your patience, and remind you tha...
Post a Comment
Read more