Musing Over The Walls I Built.

Thought Diary

Sometimes you have to shut up, swallow your pride and accept that you are wrong. It’s not giving up. It’s called growing up.


You built walls. They built walls. You are both trapped!

I must admit, I was one of those people who build strong walls, high with pride. I had my relationships with people ruined because of it. I had always been proud. And the walls I built were too high that I never see the beauty of the people behind it anymore.  I was never the kind to easily apologize. Swallowing my pride was an impossible thing. 


I always say, “I never hold grudges”. Then I realized, building those walls is no different with holding grudges. Allowing those walls to eat me never brought me anything good but lost people and destroyed relationships. Looking back, I realized how true that “pride is a mask of my own faults”.  There was never real happiness. 

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I am not sorry I was born in the 90’s

Many times I meet people who think they know it all, seen it all, done it all. Although it is said that the older you get the more knowledge you have, am sorry this is not so accurate.

Technology today is soo different from technology yesterday. This means the way we think and view things today is so different from yesterday. So ‘elderly’ people who keep saying Social Media management is not a job, you are in the wrong era.

Gone are the days when older people had to choke younger ones with knowledge. Today we need to share what each of us knows in order to move a head. A baby boomer should sit down with a millenial and discuss the future.

Gone are the days of we ‘used to do this and that and that’s how it should be done’. These are the days of ‘we can do this and that’. I am not sorry I was born in the nineties and I am psychologically advanced! I believe this is the way to go.

The Next Big Fashion Trend Is Made In Africa

Proud to be an African

Isioma's Style Report

By Jedannah Vieira for Huffington Post Style.

Buy something African.

Whether you’re a designer, a stockist, or a general fashion enthusiast, that’s the best piece of fashion advice you’ll hear this year. Africa is the next big fashion trend. Want proof?

How much do you buy from Africa?

If you said “I don’t know,” you’re not alone. Not for lack of interest, Africa is a place that most Western consumers just don’t know much about. The media is only recently starting to feature stories about its commerce, culture and economic trends.

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Please don’t call me A Girl Called Jack. I have something to tell you.

Dealing with stereotypes!



First published in the New Statesman on 20 October 2015. If you are a journalist or other media outlet, please scroll to the bottom of this piece and read carefully.

“URGENT: Legal warning: Jack Monroe has requested you do not publish her birth name (*******) in the future.”

I love a Google alert. That particular nugget of joy pinged into my inbox courtesy of political gossip blogger “Guido Fawkes”, less than an hour after lawyers had sent the final letter in a lengthy dispute with the Daily Mail for an article written in August claiming that “Jack” was not my “real” name. The article was eventually amended, with no apology or admittance of liability, and the correspondence marked private and confidential was leaked – as though I, not the Mail, were in the wrong. On cue, the trolls filled my timeline with my deadname, with 140-character questions about my genitalia…

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