“Do not post your issues on social media”. It is childish to put your problems out there. Find a way to address them”. This is advocacy & activism week of the #winterABC2021 & we’re post to be standing up for something. Today I am standing up for those who personally & or physically have no one to talk to but social media & against those who always find amusement in shutting them down. We have come across posts of this kind in our different Social Media. Where people are dictating on others about what to post yet I have never seen it recommended anywhere when I am opening accounts on any social media that “Thou shall only post content where thee are happy so that you can please they? Have you? If you have, please send me the screenshot, the link. I need to be woke.
Therefore, I have come to realize that we our very own selves are the ones that are fueling the depression that we keep trending around. We are the ones that keep asking where humanity is headed to yet we are the ones that keep fuelling it low key. Why are we forcing people to keep up with a lifestyle that they cannot afford? Borrowing clothes to look lit, forcing to hangout in places where they cannot afford to be. Girls sleeping for tickets to events just to keep up appearances. Like as if there is a prize for having the flyest social media account on line.
How can someone come out seeking help and the best we can do is to tell them that it is childish to bring forth our ‘dark’ issues online. That they are best resolved off of the internet. I thought it’s called social media for a reason not please me media. How does that even work? Where are our hearts? Where is our humanity? The world is destroying itself slowly by slowly. People on suicide through depression and we’re telling people that when they post their issues they are childish? When people come out for help and we tell them that it is childish, so when are we going to help them? What is a mature person supposed to post? I need a memo. Are we even intending to help them? Are we even worthy of being friends? If you cannot help someone then shut the fuck up, scroll away and ignore. You may just as well unfriend them and keep the happy lot that are entertaining you on your TLs.
Depression is a killer and when someone comes out depressed them you say it ain’t real. People are out there depressed. People are out there suffering. People are out there fighting their demons and instead of bringing them closer, we are busy calling them childish? Maybe before someone friends you you should tell them to also keep it sunny.
Just because you can silently afford to handle your issues silently doesn’t mean anyone else can. Just because you have contacts that at one click away can help you out doesn’t mean any one else does. We are not at the same point in life. We do not have the access to the same resources, cool friends and supportive families. Nope. We are different. And so by the time someone comes out for help then it is deep. Then it is real. People are suffering. People are desperate. People are hurting. People are abused, bruised and stripped. Cheated. Betrayed. People are depressed. We are destroying ourselves. We are destroying humanity. Discrediting it. So unless we listen and offer some help, we should just shut the fuck up and stop talking about depression any way. Are you the social media police officer in charge of happiness? For this matter, if you are out there depressed and need someone to listen to you, you can hit me up in my DM. I may not be in position to help you financially or physically but I will listen and talk to you best way I can. I hear “You’re posting childish”. Fuck you. Yes I am pissed so bad I am boiling. God.
From collaborative words driven by Benjamin Watch & a feature of the beautiful Louisa…Imagine drinking from broken glass or eating from a broken plate, if it were to happen successfully then it would need a certain amount of care……………So long as she loves in her own way, and accepts to be loved at her own pace of a broken soul I don’t care if she doesn’t want an official marriage or even the prospect of kids, I am fine with her. Broken things are not for an imperfect man to fix. Love can fit and come out from any sort of crack. We are all broken in some form.
If you have been to Benjamin WATCH Blog before you can figure out which exact blog post the words or portion I and my two friends are building on. No, I will not be providing the link to the piece. When I put out a tweet asking for someone to work with on this post, Louisa from Malawi and ‘I Marvin’ from Uganda honored the call. So here we go on the positives for loving broken souls.
“We are all broken”, they say in some aspect. But that is more of a coating that can come off as an insult to someone who has really been broken by the past. The world is an ugly place that anything can break people, from careers to romantic love to family backgrounds. Imagine telling a lady or gentleman who was sexually assaulted in the past by those they loved that we are all broken. It would be cold of you. Broken people are seen to be unsteady and unreliable especially when it comes to relationships in their lives. Being in their lives seems draining and it really is but it can have a side to it, and it does.
Broken people live in pieces and bits that may never come together again but that is one of their many refinements. They can effortlessly share themselves with you if you try so hard to get close to them. The fact that they give love a chance after going through whatever broke them is a testament that they have enormous love deep in them, it is as though they don’t fear love. They sometimes “over-over” since their care for those that take interest in their flaws is beyond normal.
Broken people are the nicest beings at living in the moment and they make the moment wonderful since they know they are volcanoes with not much time. The way they love if they are to is special, they love the heaviest and are precious at it. They can be sunshine on a rainy day. Broken people know what it means to love since they have been hurt in the past.
If you want to feel like or even be a superhero, love a broken soul, the adventure of handling a time bomb in a person can be a thrill. An extreme sport of a kind. They will bring out the best in us because we are careful not to incite the demon in them. Sometimes it’s beautiful to when you wait on a broken soul to start loving you back because they take forever to.
The most important thing you need is Patience. Patience is what makes you understand them, and gives you hope that they will come around. Most will have the Wall of China built around their heart, to protect them from the evil outside. Instead of acting like a tourist, be a wall guard. Be there to guard their hearts just like they do it.
See, there is something beautiful in broken. The most beautiful of vases are those that broke and the pieces were glued back together. A tale of hope and restoration, a desire to hold on. Like glue. The scars show strength to hold it together. And though they will push you back, and make it seem like you are the reason they are broken; know that deep inside, they are fighting with themselves over the emotions they feel. The desire to be free from the broken past and a taste of freedom to give love and be loved back in equal or even more measures. To be able to live life and create new memories with someone that won’t mind the scars on them but sees the special in them all over again. A silver lining on the horizon.
It’s your role to show them this positivity and to assure them that all will be well. Be their knight in shining armor that they been waiting for. To the last drop be there, be patient, be loving.
Louisa is a Malawian poet, art lover & blogger. You can Follow her journey, thoughts and craziness through her blog posts. https://thelouisamsiska.com/ Find her work here
Benjamin is from Uganda & he’s constantly ‘Questioning the question.’ A very spirited promoter of creative creators across this rock we inhabit called Africa. He’s intuitive work can be found here https://musanjufukavubu.wordpress.com/
I must admit I was excited to do a writing collab this year & this opportunity was totally amazing. Please do check out the links provided for these people have amazing works that will keep you thirsting for more.
The second last day of the August Rush Blogging Challenge 2020 is here & as such which usually help to bring us together, this one right here defines it. Dropping a part two of another’s piece I enjoyed, I chose Mending Us, an original piece by Florence Rwengabo & Rogers Wanambwa. https://wp.me/p9EMGa-3W
Here’s my part; Mending Us. Me to Them.
Oh yes you sure do can. I am talking about making it. If you’re willing to accept that which happened in the past and work on finding peace with it so that the future you’re both fiddling with to join can accept you the way you’re. I am talking about healing. Those broken pieces of a heart being mended. I can see she’s willing. Give her the chance to because love is about trusting. Don’t let the past distract you from the beauty there is about life. About love. The beauty of winning. Of finally being together with someone you love. With someone who loves you. Of two people who love themselves truly, the demons can wait. In fact they shouldn’t, give them no reason to.
Trust & love her & your demons will die because they know no love & want no love. Two broken hearts can find a perfect healing because on their own terms & time can they find the perfect balance. If at all they’re willing. I encourage you to.
I’ve always wanted to start a restaurant. It may not be the immediate after covid start up but it’s what I have in mind right now.
I have a dream of starting up a not just any restaurant but one that targets mainly creatives. A safe, cool, quiet, green, good lighting place with good music, bookshelves & great ambiance for one to let their mind go wild with ideas.
My God. Words alone cannot describe well what I have in mind but one day when I’ll sit there with my team of designers, stylists, architects other creatives, you name it I’ll make this masterpiece come alive.
Call on me when your heart is broken, I’ll mend it without a damn. No cost taken. I’ll make you believe in love again. I promise to make you fly. I’ll be waiting right from the start. Even if at dawn, you will still find my home & welcome, you will feel so warm.
Call on me, I’ll have my chest for you to hug, my heart to accommodate you. My shoulder for you to drench your tears, my arms, strong & sturdy to hold you tight & your tears I will wash away with showers of endless love & care & just once more, you will smile again. I promise you that.
Call on me because so many times, I think about you. Everyday. I think about your lips & long to kiss you. Instantly to hold you. Your voice, the sweetest melody. I wanna hear you again. When I think about those moments when I have you, when I had you. I wanna hug you. I wish to, that I can rewind it over again. Don’t you want to step into it with me? How couldn’t you? Why?
Call on me because I miss you as you’re not here, let’s not even argue about it. I want to dance with you under the sky, the stars, stare in twinkleness as the angels in heaven bare to us witness. Your love to me is a weakness. I can’t rest. Call me restless if I am not with you. You have me in some sort of a love trance. Stuck on replay.
Call on me & I will do the 1000 miles to pick you up without a grudge. I am ready to let you in & show you all that you missed then maybe one day……we will only kiss to the merriment & bliss of our union. A perfect toast.