Living in a Pandemic Society

It's the 14th day of my isolation.

To be honest, I never really expected to live in the midst of a pandemic.

You know how there are somethings that just seem impossible?

Like school shutting down?

I can't even count the number of times I wished there would be no school.

But I never thought it would be at the expense of lives and economies.

The Covid-19 virus took everyone by surprise. At first it was a non threatening virus, that no one had to worry about; then it was a curse for the elderly. And now it's a killer.

Seems like the devil doesn't it?

It has no regard for age, gender, religion or race. 

It just takes and takes and takes.

The thing about Covid-19 is that it spreads because of involuntary habits. Keeping your hair out of your face. Caressing the face of your child. A touch. A kiss. Actions that brought about comfort and self composure, now the very things that could kill us.

It makes me sad that even something as passing as a sneeze causes so much fear.

Horrible isn't it?

The funniest part?

This virus demands that we look out for one another; We engage in social distancing so that we don't get the virus and transmit it. We wear masks and gloves so that if we do get it, we can't give it to others. 

But we've never really been good at being our brothers keeper now have we?

And so imagine your life trapped in the hands of a stranger, depending solely on his ability to take care of himself appropriately.

It's scary.

It's crazy.

It's terrifying.

And despite what ever misgivings anyone might have about one another, we're supposed to step up and be each other's keepers.

Not just physically, but emotionally.

And yet, some of us have used this time to bring others down.

With anonymous messages.

I looked and looked, waiting for someone to talk about what really mattered. Give a word of encouragement. Crack some jokes that'll make everyone laugh, and forget for a minute that any of us could be a victim, and bring our families nothing but grief.

Instead, given the opportunity, some of us hurt. Tear others down. And laugh about it.

Cast stones, and laugh about how well you can hide behind technology.

What a shame.

We should be better.

We should do better.

This isn't the time to cause dispute or havoc.

We're supposed to help each other get through this mess.

We aren't supposed to be home.

We aren't supposed to be idle.

But we are, and we're supposed to make the best of that. Not send hate.

Some of us need to grow up.

And realize that some of the things happening around is our business too.

I think we should all turn our minds to positive things. To better thoughts.

We should all use our stay home effectively.

Stay put in our homes.

Wash our hands regularly.

Rest, and spend time with family.

I'm sending all my love to you all.

Hoping that we come out if this safe and healthy

Have a lovely day.

Yours truly,

Kachi.

A Valentine Anniversary ❤️

Today marks a year for my blog. 

I can hardly believe it😭❤️. And neither can I believe that I almost didn't remember 💀😹

When I finally let myself think past this year's Valentine's rush, I realized that today is significant for me, because this is the first time I've committed to anything😅

I started my blog last year, with what I thought I wanted from a guy.

And then after I wrote it, I guess I expected what I wanted to come right after.

Well, that was a fail wasn't it?😪

What I have come to terms with is that you can't always have everything you want. Especially when it comes to what you want in the opposite gender. People always say there's no definite recipe to love, and even though I've yet to internalize that, it's awfully true. You can't make yourself love someone because you think they have everything you want.  Sad, but true.

I wrote what I wanted because I wanted to breathe my ideal guy into existence, but you never really get to choose who you love, and neither do you have much control over who loves you.

Which is why we suffer from unrequited love.

Which, is sometimes okay.🤷🏾‍♀️

Because we have to understand what it means to be in that position to love and not to be loved back with the same zeal, so that we can appreciate love where we find it.

My last year's valentine was about romance, but this year is about love for me in general.

It isn't easy to see valentine's day for what it is, because it's easier to sum it up with presents and sex and romance.

But it's also about love among people.

Friends.

Family.

The things we love to do.

The things that we love.

It's a day when we appreciate the presence of the things that we cherish

It's like Christmas in February, without all the preparations ❤️. 

I hope we all get to appreciate and to be appreciated by the ones we love today❤️

Happy Valentines day ❤️

Thank you for all the support and the love that I have received since I started Unfabulous ✨

I am eternally grateful ♥️

I wish everyone all the love they deserve ✨

To all the boys I've loved before💌

Boy number 1.
It wasn't love that I felt for you then. I know that now. But I didn't know that then. Everyone knows that everything that involves a boy you like is rosy. It's like you could've killed me and I'd havd probably told my friends in the afterlife that it was for a good bloody reason. To be honest, I liked how you made me feel. I liked how I was allowed to blush whenever I heard your name. I liked how talking to you would give me euphoria for days. I just really really liked you. It didn't matter that I couldn't ever see you, it didn't matter that you were always with someone else. What I heard about the things you said could never matter. All that mattered was that you made me feel a certain way and I just couldn't let go of it. 
But that grew old really fast. Because as much as I felt new things with you, you also taught me the meaning of disappointment. I remember nights when you'd promise to call but didn't. I remember lots of leads that would never be followed. And eventually, when I really thought about it, I remember feeling embarrassed for having feelings that couldn't even be returned. You taught me the meaning of the word "unrequited". I'm only glad that I found a way to grow.
You were my first lesson.

Boy number 2.
Ah, I remember so many good times. I did love you. Just not the way I thought I did then. You meant the world to me. You were my best friend. I felt like it was going to be you and I  for a very long time. You made me so happy. I can only hope that I made you feel the same way.  You made me proud of myself, sure you teased me all the bloody time🤦🏾‍♀️, but with you, I was who I was and I could never ever say thank you enough for that. But like most teenage romances, we crashed. And not in a really good way.  I learnt how fast love ( no matter what type it is) could quickly turn sour. I hated the estrangement. I hated the hate. And I couldn't understand why things couldn't be okay. I blamed you and sometimes I blamed myself. I've learned that there's no coming back from things like that. I did see a side to you that I had never seen before and you saw the same thing in me.
At first I thought I regretted the time I had with you, I was always all about the means justifying the end. Then I realized that even though the ending was crap, what we had was good. And because of you I know what it is to be the singular most important thing in another person's life. I could never hate you for that. I'm nothing short of thanful. The truth is that I hope you're happy. That's what I'll always hope for you.

Boy number 3.
Tsk tsk.
Oh how stupid was I. 
How very stupid I was.
You always had a way with words. Sometimes I try to place the person you were, to who you turned out to be. I didn't even love you. I'm sure of that. But you managed to do the most damage.  I used to wonder if I could wake up and not see myself the way you made me see me. You showed me how bad boys could be. You made me realize that I should always look beyond the surface. Because people aren't who they appear to be. You gave me a reason to be ashamed of myself. And I hated that. And i wish I could hate you. But I've realized that you were a part of my life that I could not avoid. It was either then, now or later. You taught me that words could hurt as well as haunt. I mean  sometimes I can't even remember what you said, I can only remember what they were meant for.Jeez, everything happened so fast you left my head spinning 🤦🏾‍♀️.

Boy number 4.
Now, you I liked.
You were so easy to talk to. You were literally the first person I had ever talked to who didn't leave me thinking about how to start or continue a conversation. It made me feel connected, in a funny kind of way. And I really liked that. But all that didn't really matter I guess. It took one mistake to just crumble something that had barely even started.
So many regrets I have when it comes to you.
But I'm learning now that I don't deserve to be rebuked or insulted because of personal decisions I made in my life. But I guess you were necessary for me to get that. And to be honest, I hold no grudges and feel no anger. I've forgiven. But I'm probably cursed to never forget.
All I wish is that things had been different.
Like I said, so many regrets.

Boy number 5.
I was happy with you.
You were the one of the people in my life who didn't give me doubts. 
I did love you, doesn't even matter how I did. Alll I know is that you meant something to me. I now know however, that you thought you felt the same way, but didn't.
God love is such a strong word.
But it's easy to say even when you're not even sure you do feel it.
You broke my heart. Because out of all the boys that had ever been in my life, you were the last person I expected to hurt me.
And that did something to me.
"Changed me" should be the right phrase I guess.
I guess what hits hard the most is that I know you're a fundamentally good person. And that I'm probably the only one who has and will ever get to see that side of you.
Seeing you will hurt.
Every reminder of the time I spent with you will sting.
And isn't it so funny how they're all over the place?
I thought you'd be a good thing for me.
Sadly, I was wrong.
But, like every other occurrence that has taken place in my life, I'll move forward and do better.


You've all taught me that I shouldn't want or need a boy to make me feel nice or better about myself. Companionship isn't a bloody necessity. I've learnt the hard way that I've got to take care of me first, and ( for all that is holy) to accept the fact that not everything is how I will always want it to be.
I made bad decisions. I'm learning. And I'm moving forward.
So boys, thank you for your hard lessons.
I'm a better woman now. 
It's just so bad that some of y'all won't even ever get to see that.

And ps. Girls? You never let a boy treat you less than you deserve!

–Kachi❤️.

A New Beginning

He knelt before me, a sparkling diamond ring in his hand, and adoration in his eyes. It didn't matter that I was scared and terrified of what would come next, and neither did it matter that our love would be tried and tested one to many times; all that mattered was the love that brought us to this point, everything we had ever been through that would make him so sure that he would spend the rest of his life with me. I looked into his eyes, glowing with love and said "yes".

This is written for the estate diamond jewelry writing story competition.
The link to the website is below,

Link to the website

The Art of Being Tall🕴️

It's been a while huh?😞

It's been so long, in fact, that while I was wasting away, trying to get through school, I thought i'd forgotten what it's like to put my thoughts on paper. 😅

So anyways, I guess this is just to remind myself that I still have this.🤧🤧

I woke up today thinking about how it feels to be tall🕴️. I thought about how untouchable I felt, and how being tall was like an armour for me.

And then I thought about how tall could be more than an adjective and become a feeling🧘.

According to research (which I conducted in my head on my way to school this morning 😅) it's one thing to be tall and feel tall. I'll give an example.

When I was still in secondary school I was going through a phase where I felt so small and insignificant, that I couldn't see anything worth looking at in myself. I figured if I laughed when people picked on me, it would get better🙍🏾‍♀️. It obviously didn't. But I digress. I was like one of the tallest girls at school but people didn't really notice ( aside from assembly of course 😂) because I felt small and maybe because I wanted to disappear. Maybe. I liked being the class clown with my home girl Matre😂❤️. But you get my point 😅

On the other hand, there are lotsssss of people who are short and of average height, who walk and talk and act like they're ten feet tall and covered in godly glitter. It stings honestly😐, to feel short next to someone who probably won't be able to see the whole world when I'm standing right in front of them.

They're tall. Maybe not on the outside, but definitely on the inside.

I guess I'm saying tall is synonymous to self confidence.

And it has less words no? Easier to say to kids, like "Be tall 📢!!!!" I guess that's where the whole "Stand Tall and proud" comes from.

So like I said, I woke up today feeling tall😌.

I still feel tall.( I guess I wake up everyday feeling tall, because that secondary school phase of getting picked on was destroyed a while ago. I digress again.😅) Like I can you know, do anything and all that stuff😙

So I guess what I'm really trying to say is that being tall isn't really about your height. Its more about what you think of yourself and how you like get other people to see you👍🏾.

And maybe all I just said is complete nonsense and I probably feel this way because I'm finally getting used to all the weight I gained.😂

But it's worth a thought isn't it? I mean I'd be damned if i see a small girl with this mega huge personality and not tell her how tall she is.

Basically, all I'm saying is

Be tall everyone!!!❣️

P.s. I'm still amazing at this 🤩

Day 4💐

Someone that inspired me❤️

I am inspired by a woman who writes ✍️.

Her heart❤️. Her soul🌬️.

I have never met another writer whose story can be known just by reading her words✨. Whose emotions are alive and well real in her words💮

Who speaks to me with her words.💆

I am inspired by a woman who takes pride in who she is💫, in the women who have made her what she is💕, and the people who affect how she lives🌸.

I am inspired by a woman, who is not afraid of the power in her pen✍️. And uses that power to empower others🤗.

I am inspired by her courage🙋.

And her truth❤️.

I am inspired by Rupi Kaur💜.

Day 3🙂

My top three pet peeves💀

1. I am greatly annoyed by the unnecessary disregard people have for the feelings of others.
Like when boys forget that girls are more than just "a good time" and when girls forget that boys are more than what they look.
Or when people speak or act without bothering that their actions can take a toll on another person's existence😑
It sickens me.🤧
It drives me mad😤
It makes the world a very horrible horrible place💔.

2. I dislike the judgemental. I dislike people who believe that in this imperfect world, they have the right to look down or demean another person's actions. No one is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. It is criminal to judge when our actions are not pure.
It is inhuman.
To believe that you are judge and jury over all but yourself.
It is the beginning of man's failings.
And the root of man's problems.

3. It annoys me when people see me as less than I am. When they forget that like them, I have people to look after, people to not disappoint and a future to worry about. Just like they do.
And because for some insane reason, I appear to never be offended.
There is only so much disrespect and disregard a human can take.😑
And it is annoying and unnecessary to take people for granted🚶🏼‍♀
So yea, this things really piss me off.

🙂💯