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I have met men raised in households where nobody taught them language for emotions,
so they outsource their entire emotional life to women.
And I have met men who go back to confront their upbringing because they refuse to pass their childhood wounds to the next generation.
I have met men whose ambition begins and ends with vibes. Big talk, no follow-through, just always “planning.”
And I have met men who build quietly, who don’t even announce their progress, and are actually busy growing their wealth .
I have met men who would say things like,
“All men are narcissists. Just pick the one you can tolerate.”
And I have met men who sit with their discomfort, ask real questions, and choose accountability over victimhood.
Same gender, different planets, I guess.
I have met men who find deep conversations stressful, who disappear when emotions get real, and only resurface when the coast is clear.
And I have met men who say,
“I don’t understand yet, but I’m willing to learn,” and actually do.
I have met men who say “I’m not ready for commitment” but want the consistency, loyalty, and emotional labour.
And I have met men who match your energy, don’t leave you confused, and will never drag you into a situationship disguised as “let’s see how it goes.”
I have met men who treat spirituality like branding, men who can recite scripture but can’t practice kindness, humility, or basic honesty.
And I have met men who have quiet convictions on faith, but live it through discipline, empathy, and consistency.
Boyfriend: “You use me.”
Girlfriend: “Oh! Here I was thinking I was solving the problem.”
If the roles were reversed, would we still call it passion or coercion?
#FlipTheSwitch#ShortFilm#ShadesofUs
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After our first night, my husband and I must debrief. What went well, what didn’t go well, what could be better!
Key to a long lasting union🤝
Afterall, they said marriage is one of the biggest projects ever😁💁🏼♀️
Dear August,
Please don’t come with your full chest.
Ease into me gently.
Let me laugh more. Let me feel less anxious.
Let me eat food that excites me and heals me.
Let me fall deeper in love with life, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s mine.
I want to reach a point in my faith where, when I zone out in conversations, it’s not to random thoughts; but to the remembrance of my Lord.
That my default daydream is dhikr.
That my heart naturally returns home to Him.
I overslept so much I started dreaming about mangoes - juicy, laptop-sized mangoes 🍋😭
But every time I pointed at one, the vendor would go, ‘Somebody don buy am.’
Back to back!
I woke up mango-less, angry, and suspicious of capitalism.
Even in my sleep?! Plix nawwww 🤦🏻♀️💔
You people did not warn me that retail therapy is dangerous oo😭
I was walking home after work yesterday - tired, hungry, fed up with capitalism, overstimulated, and one small inconvenience away from bawling my eyes out.