I Decide to Write a Blog

There are so many things about London that remind me how small the village i live in is. I mean, this is not how i envisaged my life to be at 27? seriously.I thought I’d be living it up in a fancy flat in Central London hobnobbing  with the cutting edge of society, guzzling the rich culture in London society together with my Mojitos and Long Island Iced teas. To be rubbing shoulders with the professional or arty buzzy crowd before effortlessly flagging a cab home and collapsing on my bed after kicking off my Jimmy Choos. Well, actually it wasn’t detailed that way when i left Bulawayo, a small African City, (but City never the less,and having known no better, it was the bees knees I tell you.)aged 19, and hopeful, my dreams were much wilder then, yet simpler and therefore there was a touch of realism in that i knew i was not going to be spotted by Tarantino on my way to buy a curly-wurly from the corner shop and thrust into the limelight and have the world worshipping at the feet of the Divine Miss Lou. sigh… I still secretly hope someone will spot me and save me the effort of dealing with the reality and disappointment of auditions or rejections, or even discovering that i can not act! Shock Horror!

Fast forward 8 years, almost to the date that i arrived. Armed with a broken heart, a job, a rented apartment in the heart of the Village, a wiser me is taking the bull by the horn and making the most of my life in a British Village that i had not planned on living in.You see,when i applied for this job a few years ago, it masqueraded as a bigger City, and i moved from another big city to escape a crazy boyfriend into a village that has only 1 high street and 2 pubs as the height of social hub bub. Did i mention i work with mentally disordered offenders, yes… I do. So yes I am taking the bull by the horn and I will try not to choose my bulls carefully as I’ve done the past 8 years.I’m talking big changes. I’m going to make my life the kind of life i want to live.

So today i got back from London & spent the whole afternoon recovering and battling with my weak yet stubborn and petulant hair. I decided my hair was a reflection of my life’s resistant forces. Though there are a lot of factors that influence how i live,e.g finance,social norms etc, i still have a modicum of control over that, just like my hair.It will still be as it wants to be but i will nurture it and bend it to my will,and sometimes i will just let it be. See, i have this belief that when i get my hair right, a lot of other things in the social sense, will simply slot into place, so I’m on a quest for my signature hairdo and my signature lifestyle. .My femme-fatale., My Ass kicking,knock you down come do me now hair do, and believe me i shall have it. I am a black woman after all. I will put Beyonce to shame…….