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 WILL YOU MARY ME? "There are plenty Saturdays left. One of them will be your turn" - Marguerite Kamona Aye, we've gotten to the age where our parents are expecting grandchildren. Wake up! I'm only 27 and every once in a while, mom comes up to me and asks: "do you you have a man yet?". There's nothing more pressing than that. Especially when she adds a little " I'm about to die soon, how come I have no grandchildren? do you not see how so and so's family are getting married? let alone, engaged?. Will my house ever celebrate?" I sometimes get the urge to shout at her but I come back to my senses. First things fist, she's my mother. Secondly, WHERE ARE HER GRANDCHILDREN? As an immigrant daughter, there are expectations. As a Congolese woman, by a certain age, you are supposed to have a husband (wife), children, a house and everything else in order.  I have none. Good job Gloria! Dear God, Sustain me. Sustain my dreams. Sustain my bein...

FRENEMIES. " Do not let anyone recruit you into hating someone that did nothing to you." - Anonymous. So …we meet again! I'm sure by the quote, you guessed it … we're addressing friendships! Oh come back here, don't close the page just hear me out.  See, not only did life and love have it's foot on my windpipe this year but, friendships did too. I sometimes sit around and wonder; what do people say about me? what is it that I don't know that people know about me? good or bad. I don't know if it'll bring me comfort or send me into a mental breakdown but my curiosity just takes me there sometimes. LOL oh to be a fly on the wall! I know … I know. Let me re-focus. This year, I lost friends. Good friends at that. It has me wondering though, am I the problem? I must be because all these people are walking away and I'm the common denominator. So what am I doing wrong? It's a different sentiment losing good friends. It's a nasty feeling because...