THE BEAUTY OF MMA

  A view of Porto from the Dom Luis Bridge   Hi Queenchi, It is you from the future, 13 years later writing. This seems weird, it is what it is? 😁. If you are reading this, which I can't remember reading when I was 18 years old, just do me a favour let’s pretend that you did 😉. The beautiful view I have from Dom Luis Bridge, Porto, Portugal, moved me to write this open letter to you. I know you just graduated from high school and you are sad that you didn't get admitted to the university, due to the bad decision you made about the school you chose to study for your undergraduate degree; Baby girl, please be gentle with yourself. Congrats my love, you made Mom and Dad proud because; you indeed got admitted to the best school for your undergraduate program. I am happy to let you know that a lot of things have changed and the climax of it, is that life turned out to be wonderful. Your dream of becoming a mother finally came to pass, presently, you are now a girl mom and the mos...

the view of aging in a lens Coming from a home where my parents are educationalists, they believe that, there is no rush in education. Every stage must be adequately attained at the proper time and age, this theory made me start school at a mature age. During my primary and secondary school era, I had the opportunity to attend private schools. One fact we all know is that private schools are usually a place where you see underage as classmates. Starting school at a mature age, I saw myself caught up in a closed box, where I was ashamed to disclose my actual age. I got so jealous of my classmates because they were a few years younger than me, and that made me lie about my actual age ( Not in my legal documents) but, while discussing with them. This attitude ate deep into me that I was ashamed of accepting my actual age and accepting the fact that I am aging, I developed Gerascophobia( fear of growing or aging). When I attained middle adulthood, I became even more terrified and anxious a...