KARMA: IS SHE REALLY A BITCH??

Hallo my lovely readers,

‘What goes around comes back around?’….Not exactly.

Chances are ,you familiar with the saying “Karma is a bitch.” Let me clarify something first, in this context,I am referring to the modern/Western understanding of what Karma is ,you know, the idea that if you do bad things,it comes back to you and if you do good ,good things happen to you. Its a nice idea,right? Its simple and comforting,and I wish it was actually true.

Am sure many people have lost count of the number of times they’ve screamed “Karma is a bitch” to anyone who did them wrong .”what goes around comes back around “,is a phrase that comforts most people when they are in an unfair situation or any other situation in which they have no control. When someone is really hurt by another,he/she hopes and really wants to believe that there is Karma which will avenge on his/her behalf. It feels right. we think that is how the world has to work. The idea of ‘karma’ makes us think that somehow ,all those who hurt us will pay and our struggles will one day be worth it. But do you really think that’s how it works?

Personally,I don’t believe in Karma because I know that the world is not fair and that what goes around ,does not always come back around. If people would take an honest look at the world we live in,that fact would be obvious. Karma doesn’t get everyone .Bad people who thrive on causing pain to others all the time aren’t necessarily “punished” by karma. Good people do good things all the time but they have their fair share of bad things happening to them as well. It rains on both of them .We all know that one shitty and mean person who is very successful ,happy and content with life,and we also know that one kind,humble and generous person who has a very difficult/hard life that we sometimes ask ourselves ,”why them?” That’s how life works,things don’t always balance out.

If Karma was for real, I don’t think we would need jails,lawyers,judges,trials etc because everyone who did something wrong would be punished by the universe. But it just doesn’t work that way,really. So darling ,if you are waiting around for Karma to come and revenge for you,am sorry to burst your bubble but,you might wanna take a seat because it is gonna be a long wait. It’s easier to just Forgive and let it go. Think about it.

Randomthoughts..❤

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DATE FROM HELL!

Playing the dating game can be very risky, you know, with all the dating apps people use these days. First dates can be nerve wrecking especially because you never really know who you are about to go out with and if you’ve also heard dating horror stories like the one am about to tell you. See ,I don’t think anyone exists who has not had a good bad date story at some point. I’ve had a fair share of bad dates myself, So grab a strong drink and revel in my misfortune. Laughing is allowed, don’t shy away.

I met this guy online, yes,online, lol. He had hit my inbox,so first I stalked his profile .wait , every girl does this,right? Like when someone in boxes/ DMS you,you first check there profile and from there you know whether or not you’ll reply. Well,I did that, and something caught my eye. He was an advocate, as per his job prescription and his wall was full of political/law/leadership stuff. Well,am studying law so this seemed interesting. I texted back, we exchanged numbers. We started talking and texting then after some time, he asked me out on a date. I agreed, I mean,free food,wine and conversation never killed anyone.

He was to pick me up at 7:30 pm on a Friday ,in his ‘ride’. So at exactly 7:30 pm,he was outside the gate of where I stayed and he calls me. I wasn’t ready though because I was indecisive on what to wear.(girl problems). I told him to give me 15 more minutes of which he agreed. It never occurred to me that it had pissed him off ,that’s until I went down to meet him. He was obviously pissed,it showed all over his face,I mean,he couldn’t even conceal it. I noticed other things too,like,the pictures he had sent me and those on his social media didnt accurately reflect the way he looked.(Hey ,I don’t judge people by the way they look).He was very short so when we hugged,his face went directly into my chest. No problem….. except he wouldn’t let go,he just kept his face there.

We got into the car and drove off. He didnt ask me where I preferred to go because ,apparently, he wanted to take me to this one place off Kiambu road. His driving was so wreck less,I mean REALLY bad. He drove like he was running from the police, then stopped at some place and made me wait in the car for 15 minutes. Mmmh! He comes back,no apology he just starts driving. I was glad when we reached our destination in one piece. It was some club whose name I won’t mention because I have nothing good to say about it. First of all, who takes a girl to a first date in a club. To make matters worse,the DJ was playing filthy music,the place was full of old people, trust me,one could easily confuse it for a home for the elderly, no offense. I just kept cool,or as the millennial say, I ‘maintained’ because I didn’t want to seem rude.

He asked me what i wanted to drink and i said wine . Then he’s like, “why not whisky, you should drink whisky blah blah” ,he insisted and insisted but i stuck to wine. He ordered beers for himself. At some point ,the waitress confused orders and he was very rude. He shouted at her,embarrassing her and created a whole unnecessary scene. I tried to calm him down and he said I reminded him of his mother….like it was a good thing.(rolls eyes” .He was one arrogant man with an ego the size of Russia. He wore dark sunglasses throughout the entire date and talked about himself the entire time. He kept interrupting me ,so rude! Then ,after 20 excruciating minutes of his endless self praise and his love for reptiles ,he starts torturing me with stupid/awkward questions like, ” so,do you like sex?” “Can you have sex on a first date?” like seriously? Ooh ,wait for it,he started being touchy while pretending to be drunk .Dude?! Which man gets drunk after 2 sips of tusker cider, wait, are men even allowed to take Tusker cider. My dear people, I have seen things….’sighs’

At this point ,I was so done with him. I needed to be far more drunk for this shit so I chugged that wine like no one business. I got tipsy, just enough to deal with him. I had lost my patience and I was PISSED, I could no longer maintain. So when he tried to touch me again, I slapped his hand off so hard. I gave him a piece of my mind, I was like “I’ve had enough, I don’t like you ,I don’t like this place and I’m off.” I grabbed my purse, stormed out,(just like in the movies) I called a cab ,left and I’ve never spoken to him again.

Some dates can make you want to be a nun. Am sure some of you have had it worse than me though,,let’s share in the comments!

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RAPE CULTURE: “SHE ASKED FOR IT?”

Dear rapist!

“Who do you think you are, running around leaving scars, Collecting your jar of hearts AND TEARING LIVES APART . You are gonna catch a cold, From the ice inside your soul… ”

Christina Perri.

RAPE, the most intimate of crimes!

Unfortunately, we live in an environment in which rape is prevalent, where this act is normalized and excused. We live in a society that teaches kids “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape.” We have justified the act of rape and we blame the victims with disgraceful statements like “SHE/HE ASKED FOR IT!! ” This statement is ridiculous and it’s messed up in all the levels!

I was once told that I couldn’t wear an outfit because it was “too provocative” and that “I would be asking for rape” With ideas like this being spoken/thought, I think it’s time to have……. THE TALK. This huge “clothes cause rape” elephant has been in the living room of society for far too long; and I know it’s an extremely uncomfortable subject, but we need to discuss it. Our society has a tendency to blame the victim because she dressed a certain way. We live in a “she is asking for it” culture. It’s very wicked, wrong, evil, misguided, pickle minded, messed up(name them) to pin rape on the victim, no matter what she wore. Dressing in a sexy or a short dress is NOT consent!

I mean, it’s troubling enough that such a small proportion of reported rapes make it to court, worse still, that so few victims come forward in the first place, and nooow, we just have to make it worse by blaming the victims instead of the perpetrators… WOOW!

Let’s take this for instance, If 6 men had beaten up an 11 year old girl, the only question anyone would be asking is how quickly can we lock the Shimo la tewa prison door and throw away the keys into the Indian Ocean… BUT IF the 6 men were to rape the 11 year old, then apparently, we have to ask several questions like: “was she asking for it? ” “Was she acting in a provocative manner? ” Really????? Newsflash: she’s a child and as such cannot ask for “IT” EVER!!

It’s sad that stealing money/chicken is considered a more serious crime than stealing a child’s innocence? And you know, it’s just more that, because if you steal a girls innocence, you’ve stolen her future and killed who she would have been one day…

In a slam poem, performed by Anna Binkovitz, she calls out the rape culture and the tendency to blame rape victims. She says,,

“STOP ASKING PEOPLE’S CLOTHING TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, AND START ASKING THE PEOPLE. “

We as a society can make a change, we could be more sympathetic, more caring. Rape is not a joke, it’s worse than death because the victims have to deal with the pain and humiliation for as long as they are alive. We could help them out, we could try to understand, try not to blame them because its not their fault. Hold a sister’s hand today, console her and trust me, you never know the scars a single tender touch can heal. Touch a life today!

Random thoughts.. ❤

‘LET’S TALK: ONE NIGHT STANDS.. ‘

There’s no denying that 2018 has so far been a great year for women. Just look at how feminism took over mainstream media, with feminists like Adelle Onyango spearheading the conversations. But even so, let’s be real. We’ve still got a long way to go, especially with some of the impossible double standards women face on a daily basis. I know that guys have it tough in some areas too, but when it comes to attracting judgement for inane things on the regular, women take the crown.

STORY TIME!

Why am I bringing this up? Well a week ago, my friends ‘both male and female’ and I had a get together. You know, just chilling, having a couple of drinks, ok more than a couple and talking. Am sure y’all know how these conversations people have after two glasses of wine are. Hehe, they are always very good ,fun and intelligent,, you know, too much English flowing here and there. I live for these conversations, honestly. People are honest and blunt, no sugar coating and even the silent ones always have something to say. ‘Mbozi za malwa’

So an interesting conversation came up;SEX TALK! The main issue being discussed was ‘One Night Stands. ‘ and apparently, all the guys (our bros) had an issue with one Night stands. What am I saying? No no, let me rephrase that, they didn’t have an issue with one Night stands in its entirety, they just had a problem with women/ladies having one night stands. One of them actually said it was perfectly normal for men to have one night stands, but not for women. It didn’t sit right with me. It was a double standard,and the only thing I hate more than doubles standards,is well,double standards! Get it? This conversation was heated, I tell you.

You know, if a man has a one night stand he celebrates his victory and receives numerous high fives from friends, you might actually think he has won a ‘Nobel peace price Why can’t the ladies receive the high fives too? It seems that a woman celebrating her one night stand instead of crying or hiding her face in shame, is ‘SOCIALLY AWKWARD ” BUT what if we want to have a one night stand and brag about it the next day just like the bros? How can we do this without harsh judgement? In truth, we can’t, because “it will be going outside of social norms” and that will always bring persecution from somewhere.

In my opinion, It is time that we as a generation dispose of this hypocritical double standard. If ‘one night stands are wrong, let the sword cut both edges, not just on the feminine side. But if they are socially acceptable, let everyone enjoy without attracting any harsh judgement. The next time you hear a female sharing her story of a crazy one night stand, toss her a high five, a fist bump or whatever, and go on with your life.

Am sure by now y’all know where I stand as far as this topic is concerned. Am really looking forward to reading your opinions in the comment section!

Trizahsrandomthoughts 😘….

‘BEYOND THE WALLS..’

Hallo my lovely readers,

Brace yourself to encounter the toughness with which colonialists treated Kenyans if you get arrested and detained any time soon, because the country’s justice system has been found to have numerous facilities that have been in existence for more than a century, and with features that have never changed from 1900s. If for Instance, you are detained at the NAIROBI REMAND AND ALLOCATION PRISON, you will be inside a building completed in 1911! By the way, the fire in the prisons kitchen was first lit in 1911,and it has never gone off till today! Anyway, let me tell you exactly how I found out all of these.

So two days ago, our class had an academic trip to Industrial Area Remand and Allocation Prison. We were really excited because most of us had never really been inside a prison, the only thing we knew about the inside of prisons was what we’d seen in movies. Remember ‘prison break ‘? Personally, I didn’t even know where Industrial area is. I had imagined it as a small prison for petty offenders waiting in remand for there cases to be passed. The picture in my mind was a tiny snippet of reality that was I.A.R.P.

Upon initial entry into the prison compound, everything looked ‘business as usual’, warm welcome by the officer-in-charge, well maintained administration buildings, a few prisoners doing small odd-jobs, prison wardens clustering in two’s and threes chit-chatting….. nothing strange. A warden told us to leave all our belongings in the bus. The guys were told to show their ID cards before entry, but we ladies were given a free pass. An old mahogany ever-locked door with a huge iron knocker ushers the visitors into the heavily secured jail house.We then were assigned three prison wardens who would escort us into the said prison, on top of that, our lecturer told the ladies to find a “male partner” to walk with hand in hand for security purposes.

All along I was thinking that all these security procedures were overboard but my thoughts were interrupted when the wardens led us through a dark corridor, followed by mighty high walls with a small gate. Even the atmosphere changed. Sunshine and glee now turned dark and gloomy. Once we went through the gate, I saw hundreds of young men caged in open areas. NO smiles, hardened faces, cold stares, Soul-less bodies, crushed spirits in a place where time seemed to have stopped. I could only imagine the reasons that brought them to prison and for how long they had been locked up, detached from the rest of the world. My mind started racing. I suddenly became scared and frightened. I was literally shaking. Not that I was scared of the prisoners, but just because of the mood and atmosphere in that place. You needed to be there to get what I am trying to say.

We then arrived at another open space where hundreds of prisoners had sat on blankets that they had lain on the concrete ground in the blazing hot sun. A few were in handcuffs, others looked demented, others of Asian decent. It was such a mix of people.We got to have a one on one session with the prisoners and the guards. We found out that the prison population was currently over 2900 men, and some had been locked up for as long as 10 years. 10 YEARS? Would they even know the way back home given the way the roads have changed over the last 10 years? I didn’t understand how someone’s case could take more than 8years to be finalized. It doesn’t make sense. This just shows how rotten our justice system is. The prisoners complained that they were not able to get to the courts, especially, those whose cases were to be heard in ‘Kikuyu Law Courts‘, and this was because of “lack of transport!” I remember the Kikuyu law courts Chief magistrate telling them that they couldn’t get to the court because the transportation truck had broken down and they didn’t have funds to fix it!! SERIOUSLY????! This is the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard in my entire life. Most petty offenders have been remanded for years in I.A.R.P just because there is no means of transportation to get them to the courts.

The detainees were outrightly being denied their Justice. They also complained about the limitations on them speaking with their lawyers. Most of them actually told us how they do not have faith in the lawyers given to them by the state, because of their shoddy work and careless attitude. But what options do they have? They are just poor citizens who can’t even afford a lawyer. So many sad stories. This people have lost all hope in life, and hope is the last thing anyone should ever lose. To them, there is no light at the end of the tunnel, just more darkness. Despite the encouraging news about improved conditions, Kenyan prisons still have a long way to go. The Nairobi remand is highly congested, and we did get a glance at the kind of food they eat, and it’s pathetic, with lack of a better term. The late NELSON MANDELA once observed that: “NO ONE TRULY KNOWS A NATION UNTIL ONE HAS BEEN INSIDE ITS JAILS.”

By the time we were leaving the prison, my heart was so heavy because of the thousands of young men who were in prison. These were young men who if mentored in the right ways, would not have turned to crime. With freedom comes responsibility. Take the initiative and be your brothers keeper. Life in prison is HARD, trust me on this. Invest in a young man and mentor him in the Gods ways. Safer communities begin with you and me.

🙏🙏

LETS BLAME THE BLAME GAME..

Hallo dear readers,,,

So my roommate (roomy) and I had a really big fight a few days ago, well, not fist fights,scratching, hair pulling or anything like that. Just a really intense argument. I wasn’t entirely on the wrong,,I know what y’all are thinking,’there she goes,defending herself But honestly, I think I really did hurt her feelings, so I decided to apologize and end the argument. Let’s go with my exact words, “All my life, I’ve been through situations, bad ones. And I promised myself that I’d never let anyone hurt me or make me feel bad about myself. IF I’ve wronged you,am sorry, but it wasn’t really my fault.”

It sounds like an award winning apology, right? I was sure she’d forgive me ,and move on,you know ,’water under the bridge That didnt happen, instead ,she told me something that really touched me. She decided to be ‘brutally honest.’ I still think we should go with the exact words,again.

“People like you go around hurting other people and blaming other things,or other people. Stop playing the victim, if you are a bad person you are a bad person .Don’t create scapegoats for your mistakes. Everyone has been hurt at some point ,everyone has gone through stuff but they don’t go around hurting other people. Learn to own up!” !!!!!

Ouch!! Harsh,right? A bitter pill to swallow. These words pierced right through my heart. Yes,they were harsh,BUT deep down, I new they were true. It’s at that moment that I realized that I had been playing the blame game for a long time,and all this inspired my today’s article.

Apart from me, do you know someone else who is constantly blaming everyone and everything else for their mistakes? If so, then please tell them that their only hope is TO STOP BLAMING AND PICK UP A MIRROR. The blame game is a defense mechanism people use when they don’t want to own their mistakes. Personally, I’ve pulled of the “Its not my fault, I’ve been hurt before, things happened to me” Card for far too long. It had been a neat little way of letting myself off the hook. The truth is everyone has been hurt before,and everyone has gone through difficult situations, but we shouldn’t use this as an excuse every time we hurt other people. Most of the times ,the people we hurt are just innocent souls who aren’t responsible for our past pains. The day people will understand this,is the day people will stop hurting each other just because it happened to them. It takes a bigger person to accept outwardly and inwardly that they screwed up.

My loves, life is full of people who take emotional shortcuts and blame other people and circumstances. For the sake of human race,don’t be one of them. But I wouldn’t blame you if you were. Lets learn to take responsibility when we screw up,just as we accept credit when things go well. The pill can be bitter to swallow sometimes, but it can do us an awful lot of good.

Trust me,you’ll thank me and my random thoughts later…

NEVER STRAY TOO FAR FROM THE SIDE WALK..

Hallo my dear readers, its been a minute!

Growing up, I’ve seen two different types of people. The first are the people who are excited to meet new people, interact and share facts about themselves. They believe the best in people, having no qualms about letting someone in.They’re warm and open.To be honest , I’ve always envied these people because I am not one of them. This brings me to the other type of people; those who build walls, emotional walls to keep people from getting in. They don’t automatically warm up to people ,they stick by themselves or with a small trusted group of friends.

I’ve been called uptight ,cold and unfeeling countless times .One of my closest friends has always been concerned about why am not so “easy” with people, why I don’t interact much, why I push people away and why am not so friendly with everyone. And I’ve always told her that its because I don’t like people getting too ‘comfortable’ with me,sounds mean,right? But its not ill intended. It is the only defense mechanism in this cold world. Personally, I have learnt the hard way. I learnt to not let anyone in and give them more power over me.

People don’t just wake up one day and decide to burn bridges, build walls and keep people out. It is a process, caused by a build up of pain, betrayal and lies. Most have been forced into situations where they’ve been hurt,physically and emotionally. They have felt real pain and they know all too well the echo of empty promises. They’ve too often felt unstable and unsafe,so they made a decision not to let people hurt them anymore.Their walls are the only thing that makes them feel like they are solid ground.Its their safe haven.

I know most of you lovely people can relate. You’ve been told how “not everyone will hurt you” “how people are different” ,Cliché, right? So being the “queen of walls”lol, let me tell you one thing, walls not only keep the toxic people out,but they also protect the little sanity you have left. Don’t let anyone hurt you ,mistreat you or make you feel worthless,protect yourself because all the happiness you seek is within you .Be your own hero

Darling, Never stray too far from the side walk ,play on the safe side and you won’t get hurt.Trust me,you’ll thank me and my random thoughts later.

BURN THE BRIDGES.

Hallo my dear readers…

Today I want to keep it brief.

Some say, dont burn bridges.                          I say, sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.If necessary,  add more water to that river and make it an ocean. 

Let me tell you something about me,  well something that used to be. I was all about giving second chances. People would leave my life like i didn’t matter, left me hanging on the fence but I’d still take them back with open arms when they finally came crawling back. ONLY for them to hurt me even more and leave , AGAIN, and yes, id still take them back. I knoow how this sounds, trust me. I was never the one to burn bridges,  so guess what, i ended up being the one who collected pieces of my broken heart, and the one who cleaned the mess shitty people left behind. This drained me, i became miserable with a burdened heart and mind. Until one day i got the courage to walk away from all the things and people that no longer served me right. I realized my worth and demanded respect and loyalty. That is when i truly started living and that’s when happiness crept into my life fellows.

Listen to me ladies and gentlemen,  burning some bridges is sometimes the only way forward. Our years on this earth are priceless;we must distance ourselves from anything or anyone that obstructs our way forward, or that intentionally causes us pain.We often help those who hurt us the most.We cling to the notion that if we love them just enough, they will finally realize all the ways they hurt us. This only leads to pain and suffering. We keep open the emotional bridge trying to get through to them, but we stand on it alone.

Old bridges to toxic connections never fall easily. When the ones who hurt you notice the healthy changes in you,  they’ll always attempt to knock you down.So  Stand up for yourself, turn your back on the drama.Some bridges are meant to be burned because some roads are never meant to be travelled again.                             Never be afraid to burn a toxic bridge, there’s always more than one way to cross the water.

MAY THE BRIDGES YOU BURN TODAY LIGHT THE WAY FOR YOU Darling!                Trust me,  you’ll thank me and my random thoughts later.. 😘’

WHERE IS THE LOVE?!

Hallo my dear readers..

In a time of hate ,division and intolerance, I want to send a message about love,tolerance and unity. I write today with a heavy heart, trying to speak the truth that many of us would rather not talk about. It’s said that the hottest spot in hell is reserved for those who choose to remain silent in times of impunity. With what is happening ,we just can’t sit and watch in silence as our country Kenya is heading to the dogs.There is too much hate out here because of elections and politics. People have me questioning, ‘WHERE IS THE LOVE?’

One thing we can all agree on is that Kenya’s elections are a highstake ruthless game of thrones, especially the 26th August elections which have been marred with controversy, unrest and tension.This is because we have a history of violence, alleged election rigging and most of all ETHNIC RIVALRY. We citizens believe that acces to the presidency has made some communities rich while others stay poor, and the leaders supposed to kill this narrative and be a unifying factor have done the total opposite by stiring up tribalism and pitching us against each other ,you know, the ‘divide and rule’ tactic. This tactic is wrong in all levels,like H.E former Potus said recently in ‘Sky News’, that “If you have to win by dividing people, you wont be able to govern them.”

H.E former Potus Barack Obama

Our leaders have for a long time pursued power at our expence, pitching us against each other and we have willingly fallen into their traps. 

In our Country Kenya right now, some feel that the government isn’t all-inclusive. Some tribes feel sidelined, oppressed and de-graded. All these has divided the country along ethnic lines.The division is extremely hostile, and honestly, wherever this country is headed, only God knows.The amount of hatred spewing on Social media is too much, Damn….I just need a whisky! People are spreading hate and fake news in abid to massage their ego .The most disgusting thing is that we have reduced ourselves to a society that celebrates death because its of people of different tribes and party affiliations. Its SAD! Political differences has become a dangerous virus in our land.If we are not careful, we will burn our country.

Who will save us? Now, let me tell you a secret,the constitution and the law will not stop us from burning ,it’s we THE PEOPLE that have the power. No tribe is in Kenya at the invitation of another tribe.This is our motherland. No one is superior to the other! Yes, we might not love each other,but we sure can tolerate, and respect each other. UKABILA NI UJINGA! Let us remember that April 6th 1994 was just a normal day in Rwanda.Then by April 7th,over 100,000 people had died. Pray for our country. 

I believe that only genuine national dialogue shall fix our problems as a nation.Trust me,you’ll thank me and my random thoughts later😘…

TALES OF A LAW STUDENT.

Well,after highschool ,I decided to study LAW in university,it has always been my dream. Most of the people close to me know am not the geek type. They know me as that cheeky girl who is never serious about anything ,so when I told them about my law ambitions, they weren’t really sure if i would be able to handle law school.They even thought that the only reason I wanted to take law is because I had been ‘influenced’ by the American series ‘SUITS’  hehehe.Well, they weren’t entirely wrong though,i mean ,who doesnt want to be like ‘Harvey Spector’ and ‘Mike Ross.’ 

Anyway ,so it has been six weeks since I joined Law school,and I have alooot to tell.I got all the juice. On the first day, I entered the building like i own the place. I thought I already understood the true meaning of life. By the way,,I had really planned for ‘that first walk’ , me in my nice fitting suit,a big handbag ,hair being blown by the wind ,you know,just like Olivia Pope.

Some of my friends who were already in campus had told me that lessons didnt start immediately for first years,oh boy ,I was shocked,because lecturers (actually they like being called professors) started coming in soon after orientation. Am not complaining , it’s just that i wasn’t expecting that. Long lectures, notes ,assignments ,and cats have become part of my life. I had some idea that there would be alot of reading, but I had no idea that horror stories of law students spending all day and all night in the library were actually true. About my classmates, do I love them? Well, uummh, love is a stromg word, but I do like them ,apart from the gunners,no one likes a know-it-all anyway.

For some reason, people think that law students are overflowing fountains of knowledge to be tested at will. If i had a pound for everytime a friend has asked a legal question…….Lord! Hehehe,i have been in school for ONLY SIX WEEKS! Finally, there is a series of phrases i have now gotten used to hearing; ;like, “Oh, you’re studying law?Maybe you can help me out someday if i get into trouble” …lol

At some point, when motivation levels are low, i do question my choice.But at the end of the day, I stay commited because i know what i want to achieve . To you young women and men, In whatever you are doing, let your eyes stick on the prize and dont give up. No one said it was going to be easy.

Trust me, you will thank me and my random thoughts later.😘