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HOT PUR’SIR’UIT

I don’t know if putting you first is me not loving myself more

Or am I focusing on loving myself more, being selfish

All my hands want to do is

take care of you,

Put you to sleep after soothing your muscles and running

my fingers deep into your back

It’s more of me preparing a meal for you every day and

you have every meal your favorite

I love Adele, but when I see you I want to tell her to

scrap the line.

“Pleeeaase , stay where you are don’t come any closer.”

I don’t want to relate/use that line.

Unless it’s in the morning and I haven’t brushed my teeth yet,

of which how will I say that?

THE UNDYING FEMICIDE IN KENYA

“Do you believe in the greater good, one man can change the world?” the text was left for me to reply by a man, well not Big Sean though.

What good does the man know? His awareness of the world, is it per his beliefs and what influence does it bring in his life and values?

“A man can change himself then he can change the world,” I responded.

A man might have grown up in a homestead where he watched his father command his wife to wash his hands. She will go ahead get firewood, start a fire, and warm the water. She will then take it to her husband, and then he’ll say, it’s too hot cool it down a little and she will do just that. The world will change and he will be part of it. He has watched his mother being submissive and this image is printed in his mind. He’ll grow up, the world will get modern and he will get a lady or a wife and want to dominate just as he should. At this time, we have taps that provide hot, warm, and lukewarm cold however you like it to be. In his house, he’ll just wake up and go wash his hands at the sink and sit at the dining table. One evening he might say, “This water is not warm enough.”

The lady will say, “You better call in the engineers to come check the voltage.”

So now, the images in his mind in his younger years and now, are contradicting. He watched the dominance of his father and the submissiveness of his mother and he can’t practice that exact dominance. Whether he finds the right way to avert his dominance is now up to him.

The online battle on X(formerly known as Twitter) will try to show that women are not protecting themselves and are putting themselves in situations that will harm them. Let’s clear the air though. In this case, it’s the man making the place unsafe because if he wasn’t there the lady wouldn’t have ended up dead unless it was a natural cause, but why would you go die a natural death at an Airbnb? A woman can gain mental power, financial stability, emotional intelligence and be equal or almost equal to a man. On rare occasions will she really ever match a man’s physicality or physical strength and here is where she will die.

Written by Wanny.

#STOPKILLINGWOMEN #STOPSGBV

Gym is Home

It wasn’t that serious at first.

It had been an obsession. I wanted to have abs so bad.

I thought it would be so easy . I thought 30 days was enough and I was always checking for them after every workout.

I gave up checking for them but I kept working for them.

I was one day admiring myslf in the mirror ,

I saw a partition on my upper belly. Okay this sounds weird.

I saw some boxes from a far and this was after 3 months approximately.

I wasn’t checking on diet and was using some substances huh!

Being at the gym became a daily activity and I hadn’t even considered every healthy bit of it.

I wasn’t aware there are various other body parts that people work on.

In my mind abs were the only thing I knew. Okay and glutes, well and that too.

There is LATs, back, shoulder and so many more.

I had no idea I would ever want to be a fitness model.

So far, I love this journey. That sweet pain onf being sore after a workout is a bitter-sweet relationship.

There are usually so many perceptions of people about me, also figured out you can never satisfy their thoughts.

Your aims/goals will never mak sense to many. Gym is home.

I have been athletic for some time, since my childhood.

Well, a girl has some goals and ambitions and tune in to the next article maybe I wil break it down.

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I have a youtube channel on Fitness too @Wanny’s Being tap the link.

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my podcast is ICNC by Wanny and Wahome available on spotify, google podcast and anchor.

FEMILINE

I am woman.

I am Man.

Yes, I am particularly bold.

I am feminine, and a bit of me is somewhat masculine.

I am strong. How can I forget this?

More robust than some men out there.

Probably it is the reason why they say I am Masculine.

I don’t wear dresses and skirts to work like most women/ladies, and that’s why a ‘supervisor’ of mine once said

‘I know you are a man.’

I was shocked not at the audacity but the words. I wanted to ask what made him say that, but I agreed that that wasn’t my problem but his.

I settled on that after a few hours, and I, later on, took it as a compliment.

I have never wanted to know why he said the words, but the calmness I maintained gave me more reasons to view it as a compliment.

I am a man; as a lady, I build my future

as a man would.

Listening to Chimamanda Ngozi, it’s like I am a feminist.

When I am on a romantic or platonic date with my men friends,

I like to split the bill or even pay

in full.

I squat double weights that some men find very shocking. Also, they find it intimidating. In my school gym, once I took that bar and space, some would always watch from a distance, ready to save me. I noticed all this, and every time they saw me racking up more weights, they seemed to pay more attention. Some would fear me, knowing I squat better than men.

I have a gym friend who pushes me to some significant limits. He persuades me to add more weight. When other females, or ladies, watch me work out, they always see it as an easy task. I always am willing to help out when they ask to try. So this day, a girl tried to pick a bar I was lifting, and she wouldn’t even lift it off the ground. Then she said, “Waah, it’s heavy; how are you doing that?”

The other three watched me squat, and they stared as if it were a miracle. “She is not even big, but she is so strong.” At that time, I am squatting 40 kgs; they haven’t seen me do 100kg when Kush is around.

There is a day we had planned to squat with Dante and another girl. Dave asked me what’s your PR, or rather what is the heaviest you go. I said 80-90, and I wondered, what about him? This is to plan the number of sets we will go and where to start. He said, “If you can go 80, I also have to get there”.

He had to ensure that we were at the same level, or he would add a bit more than I did. He knows I am ‘perfect’ at squats. So, the girl went the first set, and we would reduce the weights for her to go on. And she asked, “how do you do that?” I have received this question a lot, and I usually say it’s a process. Dave answered and said, “This one is of a different breed.” And we all smile, and I say nothing.

I have so many stories, but all this has made me see that I am masculine in many eyes. In my eyes, too, I also confirm masculinity.

Being Feminine also we get shamed, or instead, it doesn’t change anything. You wear a short dress or skirt, and they stare at you. Others go ahead and say things from their mouths.

Gender expectations- we expect women/ girls to do this, but in the real sense, we shouldn’t limit ourselves to things just because men are known to do it best. Or that women are the ones known to do that best. If you want to do it, go for it.

I have only heard of toxic masculinity, but I also want to cherish and also talk of toxic feminity.

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Love language

I can write, understand and talk in about 5 languages

I want to feel and touch in yours

I want to be imperfectly perfect in your love language

I direly want it to be the only language I write without using words or ink

I want to enroll in a master class, to just learn about your body language.

SHINE!

It is beautiful,

But beauty carries pain in it.

It carries happiness in it and beauty isn’t just defined by the eyes.

I can feel beauty just by touching your palms.

A beautiful feeling indeed when I am immersed in your arms.

There is a certain warmth in just sitting in the cold and having a talk while sipping on hot coffee.

When our hands collide while trying to reach for the kettle to add more coffee.

It is beautiful indeed how our eyes can see beneath beautiful.

Pain itself is a beautiful thing. This isn’t something you see with your eyes.

From crying yourself to sleep then having a wonderful dream.

I haven’t cried myself to sleep in a while and I don’t wanna talk about it.

It might hear me and find me.

Even when clouds try to block the sun,

The sun still stands out.

STAND OUT and whatever way your way of shining is,

Please Go out and SHINE!

Contempo-rar-y-CHEMISTRY IN DANCING

Chemistry. Chemistry between two people is one important thing.

In my head I am looking at two contemporary dancers.

Actually, does is have to be contemporary, NO!

Even when you are not a judge one can know people who have danced together for some time.

Their bodies are in sync and they lock and unlock flexibly.

Even when one is dancing alone they can give us some feeling and emotion of how they know themselves.

Dancing alone seems more difficult than with someone else.

This one self, gets to know all the versions of it.

And has to understand all of them so as to dance them out and none seems to resist the other.

There is a body rhythm that receives the story and then tells the story.

Chemistry between one’s organs and parts.

Hands get to move but they have to be cautious of the legs.

All the parts get to love each other and make sure none embarrasses the other.

The face has to portray emotions and the thing about feeling while dancing is that one can see real emotions.

One has to tell a story where they cry and then smile the very next two seconds and there shouldn’t be a hitch in the transformation.

I love watching dancers and mostly contemporary or ballet dancers.

I am not sure there is another, but they are the only people I know who can tell a story without saying a word.

Well, no the for the deaf and dumb but thy are an exception here.

Their bodies do the story telling.

How they intertwine in each other’s bodies.

It is just a dance but it might leave you crying.

It will leave you wanting to watch more and more and even after watching several times you will always keep missing some part.

By missing I mean you might never fully grasp what you understood.

You might understand it several ways after watching several times.

That is the beauty of art, it wasn’t meant to have one specific meaning.

You will keep understanding it differently not just yourself, but what you saw is not what the person seated next to you saw.

Amazing right?

It amuses me how, one will watch them dance, they will throw their emotions unto you but it will keep getting to you.

You will even get goosebumps just watching dancers who have chemistry with each other.

Dancers who know their body well and that of their dancing partner.

For dancers to give an audience goosebumps they must be in sync.

Ever watched dancers who are new to dancing with each other?

Even their trainer will keep telling them, ‘again I didn’t feel it’.

Ever understood how a dancer might just dance so well and they give a story that will leave you tearing down?

Emotions just from watching a dance and they haven’t even told you what was in their mind while they choreographed it?

How hard it is for the whole body to tell a story that only the heart felt?

Ballet dancers will do their amazing things and will leave you wanting to join the circus.

Their hands intertwined and you could think it was a flower.

Their bodies coalesced, then hers was hot and made his melt.

As if hot and cold air was blown in intervals,

His body began to shiver and she came with her hotness and gave him warmth.

He buoyed her up and the moved in a sow motion letting love float in the air before he discovered he was making her shiver.

The look on his face made me get the feeling that he was ascetic.

But he did seem to want her body on his.

With her two steps away from him he seemed forlorn.

He just had to let her complete him.

My Last Sign for me to go Vegan

VEGANUARY.

I think this is the final sign for me to go vegan. I listened to Jay Shetty podcast which I always do and he had Earthling Ed on. I think this is the last sign. I went vegetarian last year and I have been somewhat consistent and like they said I am also in a home where meat is dominant and no one can eat food with no meat for a day. I usually serve my veggies once in a while and leave the meat. Quick story during the Christmas holidays we visited some family friends and there was a video that ‘we’ got to watch. It was a turkey being slaughtered. I learnt that it has to be slaughtered unawares. I didn’t watch the video but everyone in the room watched it. They would get shocked when its throat was split into two at least I heard them say. If it was slaughtered the normal way chickens are or rabbits then it ends up poisoning its whole body. Turkey has been a bucket list I wanted to try and that day I don’t even know what I felt but I ignored it.

That is some part of what Ed says is animal cruelty. In 2020 I also found myself loving animals not just dogs but cows, goats, llamas and I would always look for cute photos and videos, and when I post on my status some friend of mine was like you want a cow for a pet? I know I can go vegan since I also gave up sugar and I adapted. Empathy, so after a few days after the turkey was humiliated, we were to prepare chicken for dinner. I found myself looking at that chicken and wondering if it knew any minute from now could be its last. I found myself pitying it. Empathy, I did not want to see it get slaughtered and I was in my room working and I passed by the kitchen and I asked my mom, ‘You have already slaughtered it?’

She answered, ‘yes I did’. I didn’t hear make any sound. Had it known and decided to not fight it? Honestly, I found myself overthinking but so that I don’t get immersed in guilt I just let go of those thoughts. I see donkeys being overloaded and they are whipped so that they keep moving and I just look away to not see them humiliated.

I will take this as my final sign. I am a gymnast but I will have to research on plant-based products rich in protein or whatever nutrient I want them to have. I have started it this morning already and last night too. Funny, how I was with a friend yesterday escorting them to a butchery. I have been vegan for some time but I diverted. This is when I stayed alone but then came back to my parents’ home and I changed my diet but I never found myself taking sugar at all even when it is around me. I have given up so many things and I am sure I can do this. Even at my friends places I found myself giving them instructions and they always knew no sugar when making my coffee. They always askes/ask how do you even do that?

When I worked at some institution on my internship they asked why don’t you put sugar. I asked them too, why do you put sugar? They always ask what’s the benefit but I just never wanted to waste my energy on people who even after explaining they will actually add more tea and put even more sugar. I remember telling them this, ‘You just grew up knowing/ seeing people putting sugar in tea and everything else but you have never questioned if its really the right thing.’ They supported it with, I can’t take it with no sugar. Sometimes we were served tea and they forgot to bring sugar but you would never find them taking it until sugar was brought. They would take themselves to the kitchen and get the sugar.

There have been so many signs and Ed Earthling is the last sign. I loved the episode and I am on to the book (This is Vegan Propaganda (&Other Lies the Meat Industry Tells You)) and on more research. On Purpose Podcast -Jay Shetty changes lives and it does change mine. I resonated with almost everything while listening to that episode last night.

Feel free to comment your views, bring in debates, oh I mean thoughts.

FLOVERS.

When they fall off to the ground.How long do they take before they give up? The feeling of trying to take them back when I mistakenly pluck one. At times I feel so terrible.

Is Love when you can’t stop staring at a flower/flowers?

When you find one plucked and wish to fix it back to the branch/stem?

When you love them knowing they don’t even know that you exist?

NATURE STROLL.

I went for a stroll, I found some beautiful features.

Nature is an amazing and beautiful thing if we take some time to stare and look around.

I think I will ge back to taking photos and visiting places. I love seeing such beautiful things anytime any day. I had a passion for photography too and I think I will get back to it.