Tag: dailyprompt

What quality do you value most in a friend?

Authenticity.

What jobs have you had?

Wueh!

I’ll pass on this one.

Do you remember life before the internet?

Of course I do!

I live in a typical African village, and watching it evolve over the years has been nothing short of epic.

I still remember when the entire village shared a single phone. If someone received a call, word would travel fast, literally. Someone would run across homesteads to deliver the message: “Your call is waiting.”

But what I miss most is not the technology or lack of it. It is the intentionality in our interactions. Most evenings, our parents would stroll to the neighbors’ compound, sit under a tree, and catch up on the latest village gossip. We kids? We’d gather and dive into games like “kati”, hide and seek, and “kalongo” until the moon told us it was time to go home.

Those were the kind of moments that filled our hearts, unfiltered and real.

Then came the shift.

First, more phones. Then, one in every home. Then Facebook. Twitter (now X). WhatsApp. Instagram.  And just like that, our quiet little world turned into a global village.

Suddenly, life outside became quieter. Not because people were not around, but because they were inside, eyes glued to glowing screens. Connection became easier, yes, but not always deeper.

Sometimes, I say… half-joking but wholly honest, that I would have thrived in a world without the internet. A world where messages were passed with smoke signals, drumbeats, or a neighbor’s knock at the door.

Of course, I appreciate the digital age and all it offers. But part of me still longs for the soul of a slower life, where presence was not a status, it was a way of being.

What are you good at?

A lot of things really, but majorly at being myself.

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

Such prompts usually leave me gapping,

It’s almost like, deep down to the core of who I am, I have the perfect response..but again in reality I go totally blank asin how do I put this into words, you know.

I talk a lot about a regulated nervous system and mastering calmness in all situations.

Most of the problems I’ve dealt with either sprang from dysregulation or an emotional outburst.

Learning how to master the two has been very vital to me.

I am being really honest here, I know so much is said about financial freedom and any other material thing that’s worth mentioning, but it’s almost like it’s super easy to achieve material possession you know…

A lot of things just don’t faze me, I say this and most people think I’m being entirely unrealistic. But that’s just who I am. This doesn’t imply that, I lack ambitions or anything. If anything, I don’t play about my goals .. I just have things I can’t play about.

I’m simply an old soul like that.

Having it all to me is majorly inclined to things money can’t buy, like genuine internal peace.

I know this sort of felt all over the place but yeah ..

Cheers🫶

How do you feel about cold weather?

It is my all time favorite. I genuinely do love cold weather.

I thrive in cold weather.

Almost everything I find appealing is inclined towards the cold weather. Even clothing.

Have you ever broken a bone?

A bone? No!

A heart yes.

What was the last live performance you saw?

A Chris Brown’s performance I watched on TikTok. Does this count? No? Alright.

I’ve honestly never watched a live performance before.

I’m not so sure I would enjoy a live performance though, I wouldn’t know unless I try right? Okay it is nowhere in my bucket list.

What makes you nervous?

I love today’s prompt. I just do not have the words honestly. A lot of things make me nervous. I can feel energies, I mean we all can. I just know being in certain spaces or around certain people can be daunting. I mean it’s almost like you can just feel it. Some places are just calming and so are some people …and the opposite is true. At least according to me.

I genuinely do not have the right words to describe this now, so I’ll leave it at that.

Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

Haaaaaah, Okay somebody once described me as carefree and also guarded. This particular sweet soul said, he genuinely thinks that to the core, the carefree person is who I am. He didn’t mean it in a bad way. Carefree, but in a good way, you get it? Awesome.

That aside,

Two weeks ago, the 4th of April.. to be specific. On my way back from the saloon. I sat in a nearly empty Matatu, but the window seat had a tot bag guarding it. A clear sign that a pretty girl had marked her territory ( I genuinely think everyone who’s bold enough to carry a tot bag understands art and elegance..even in my old age I know there are some handbags I’ll never just allow myself to carry🤣..so to the god’s who brought tot bags to the universe, Thank you) I disgrace again…

Anyway, a few minutes later, a gorgeous chocolate-skinned Barbie doll approached and politely asked to be excused so she could get to her window seat, which she had marked earlier. Pure aura.

I mostly do not appreciate chatty passengers, but I weirdly tolerated her. She was effortlessly magnetic and wild…

So there I was, minding my own business, when she leaned in gently and asked,

“Is the scent too strong for your liking?”

I was a bit confused. “What?”

She clarified, “It’s booze. I just hope you don’t mind the scent.”

In my head, I was like, “You go girl, do your thing… me and whisky are basically old friends.”

But my actual response was way less dramatic, a chill, “I’m totally okay. Have fun.”

Apparently, I gave off “cool person” energy because she invited me to join her. I asked if I could trust her. She smiled and said, “It’s okay if you’re not comfortable.” So I waited for her to take another sip… and there I was. Don’t judge me, I can be a little extra sometimes.

The banter was easy. She was on her way to her boyfriend’s place. She seemed smitten. But of course, I had to ask, “Does he treat you right?”

(I always ask my girls that question.)

She beamed and said yes. It had been rocky at the start, but they’d worked through it. I told her I was jealous, because, let’s be honest, I love my weekends all boo’d up like that.

I was secretly hoping she’d ask for my number, and she must’ve been psychic because right before I alighted, she handed me hers. I made sure to tell her she’s a sweet soul.

That was lovely. I don’t come across gracious souls like that often.

For context, The only conversation we’ve had since then? She liked a song on my status and asked for the title. Oh, and there’s this other girl whose poetry I absolutely love, we exchanged, like, two words about it, and that’s basically it. And yes, I didn’t die…I’m still alive and kicking.

Hey Sharma.
(She’s definitely never going to bump into this, but I love being extra, remember? Cool.)

Cheers🫶