I had scars on my face from all the fights and would always deny when my colleagues and friends asked if I was fighting and gave excuses of “I fell or had and accident”. The abuse got out of hand and I started taking tranquilizers as a mechanism of coping with the emotional impact. I was crushed and eventually, I became suicidal. For some reason, leaving my marriage never seemed like an option to be. One day, I saw an SMS from my wife and before I even finished reading it, I put the phone down on the table jumped out of the fifth-floor window from my office building. I’m not sure how I survived, but I did.
With that said, in this video I’m talking about love (as I always do) but I’m giving a little insight as to why I speak about it so much, with such great urgency and with so much conviction. I also share a little bit about the loved ones I’ve lost, whose lives and actions made me more convicted in my stance and perspective.
For years, I’ve been flirting with the idea of creating a YouTube Channel in order to extend the conversations on this blog, to a new platform. The main thing that’s been keeping me from doing it is my crippling shyness, social anxiety,and impostor syndrome.
My friend, Hermien Elago and I made a list of this for information-sharing purposes. Please share as far and wide as possible, we never know who might need someone to talk to.
Can a writer write
About the things,
They know nothing about
Have never experienced…
But make it sound like
These things are the things
Which consume them?
I hope reading this makes you realize that you too are extraordinary!
My only concern is that in 2019, the European standard of beauty is still considered, not only superior but the norm, in African society and anyone who does not adopt it, is required to justify that choice.
Here’s a short write-up about me if you’re interested in the person behind the words. I’ll also be contributing to the website regularly. Here https://99fm.com.na/being-ndapewoshali-ndahafa-ashipala/
The versions of me,
I irreparably broke,
With every single promise,
I made, bent and broke.
Always do more. I don’t think I’ve ever regretted trying a little harder, holding on a little longer or caring a little more than I should have. All my regret lies in not trying hard enough, not holding on long enough and not caring enough. Always do more.