Anytime I expressed my happiness and excitement for her there was always someone there to compare our personal lives and tell me to “tap into her blessing” or ask me “So, when is your own?”. It felt like I was supposed to be in some kind of competition or at the very least want to be married because she was getting married.
The first advice anyone gives you about starting a successful blog is to find a niche, and the Red Confidential does not have one.
If you had an emergency at 2am in the morning, how many people can you call who will show up for you?”
Today is the first page of a new chapter. Lets make it a bestseller! Happy New Year!🎉🍻
It’s the end of the year and we aren’t taking any baggage into 2017. So, this post is to help you stitch the pieces of your broken heart together and get it pumping again. Think of this as a sort of resuscitation.
I started smiling and waving at frowning tired motorists in traffic and often enough they waved and smiled right back. For some reason, this made me exceedingly happy.
It is always fun to travel. My earliest memory of traveling is staring out at the trees speeding past on either side of the endless stretch of road, and then drifting in and out of sleep in the backseat of my dad’s Peugeot 504. This year, I’ve been blessed to travel often, both locally and abroad, and even now, the steady hum of the engine, plane or car, still sends me to sleep.
You know those mornings when you wake up feeling like all is right with the world? This morning was just that. I woke up feeling really good. Stepped on the scale and I had lost 2kgs. My tummy felt flatter than usual thanks to my new diet regime, so for work, my black bodycon dress was in order.
Dignity /ˈdignitē/ noun The moment you realize that the person you cared for has nothing intellectually or spiritually to offer you, but a headache. The moment you realize God … Continue Reading Quote of the Day
There are many perspectives to explore on the topic of living a fulfilling life outside marriage, but today I’ll focus on a few common questions and comments people make in conversation with unmarried women.
Staring into this small mirror, fixated on the strand of hair, I meticulously pluck out the short silver strand, not out of malice or disdain, if anything, in resignation.