While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away.  Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know she died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.  She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn’t even have energy for herself. 

She died from loving people  who didn’t love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection.  She died from raising children alone. She died from the love her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men &  the world She died from being  married as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the pain  for faith and back again.

She died from asphyxiation, from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was
entitled to, but only weak  girls could afford.  She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.  The strong black woman is dead.

She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends. She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a son  around the house. She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a mother to a lovely family .She died from saying to herself every thing was gonna be alright when we all know it’s only a dream !

She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and ugly .  She died from hiding her real feelings until they
became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.  She died from never being enough of what people  wanted, or being too much for the people she loved.She died from being too humble and too selfless  and died again for not being cruel  enough.

She died from being too good  about her mind, her body & the extent of her womanly  capabilities.  She died from knees pressed too close together because she prayed for everyone .And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by failings  of her children and betrayal from her loved ones

This is the only woman I
Know who
Gave without counting the cost
This is the only woman I
Know who loved with no bounds
This is the only woman I
Know who did not look at your bank account to love you !
She gave and forgave !

The strong black woman is dead!

I’m glad I learnt a lot from her and I am not ashamed to say she was my mother …!

Rip Mbuya Manyere

I will always love you !
And will live my days trying to be like you for no one can be like you !



Triple Filter Test

In ancient Greece, scholar and intellectual,  Socrates , was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, “Do you know what I just heard from one of your friends?”

“Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test. ”

“Triple Filter?” asked the man.

“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I called it the triple filter test.”

The first filter is Truth.
“Have you made absolutely sure that what you’re about to tell me is true?”
“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and wanted to tell it to you.”
“Alright,” said Socrates, “so you don’t really know if it’s true or not.”

Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of Goodness.
“Is what you are going to tell me about my friend something good?”
“No, on the contrary , it is bad.”
“So,” Socrates replied, ” you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain if it’s true.”

“You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left, the filter of Usefulness.” ” Is what you are going to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”
“No, not really.” replied the man.
“Well,” concluded Socrates , ” if what you are going to tell me is neither true, nor good, and nor even useful to me, why telling me at all.”

A Passing Thought
An arrow which has left the bow,
and killed an innocent soul and,
a spoken word which has come out of your mouth and,
hurt someone’s heart,
both can never be recalled.
So before you speak,
please use the triple filter.

A Secret of love

A Secret of Love

My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and problems with children. She has lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds in her 35 years. She got very skinny, and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the morning and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, she was poking her head, and stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon … But then I decided to act on it. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on the earth. She is the ideal of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her and to hug her shoulders. I began to pepper her with flowers, kisses and complements. I surprised her and pleased every minute. I gave her lots of gifts and lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe, but she has blossomed. She became even better than before. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and she loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she CAN love that much.

And then I realized one thing: “The woman is the reflection of her man”

Brad Pitt