misogyny is enamored by us
boys will be boys , they said
but she is a girl, why not………..
endless improvement suggestions
pushed down our throats
why can’t you keep your husband straight, you have failed
see so and so her husband doesn’t do this, why not………….
why is he beating her, she is not clean
she does not know how to keep a man
why will he, if she had been coy, sweet talker, better cook
better yet always improving herself
Be more patient, are you praying ?
while no effort is made over there,
so i say, why not….he…………….
can she clap with one hand ?
better yet, is he still a child ?
endless rhetorical questions
“In the end, the basic ingredients of existence never falter, whether you’re flying business or red-eye economy, or staying home.” Erin at outerNotes reflects on the lifestyle of a worldly jet-setter and wonders whether she’s “made it.”
via On That Life I Always Wanted — Discover
So in lieu with my foodie life, i tried a recipe by JOYOFBAKING
So it is baked “
of course“,read (DUH) so pre heat your oven 280 degrees , i have to admit this is a party popper, you take it to an event and people think you put in so much hard work when you literally just whipped it up with your whisk in a few minutes. bake for 15 to 18 minutes
things that you will need
2 cups (260 grams) all purpose flour
1/4 cup (50 grams) granulated white sugar
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon salt
1/2 cup (113 grams) unsalted butter, cold and cut into pieces
2/3 – 3/4 cup (160 – 180 ml) buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract (optional)
In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
Cut the butter into small pieces and blend into the flour mixture with a pastry blender or two knives. The mixture should look like coarse crumbs.
Add the buttermilk and vanilla extract to the flour mixture and stir just until the dough comes together. Do not over mix.
Transfer the dough to a lightly floured surface and knead the dough gently and form into a 7 inch (18 cm) round that is about 1 inch (2.5 cm) thick. Use a 2 1/2 inch (6.5 cm) round biscuit cutter to cut the dough into circles or any cutter of your choice. Transfer the scones to the baking tray and brush the tops of the scones with a little milk.
Bake for about 18-20 minutes or until golden brown and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Remove from oven and transfer to a wire rack to cool. Can be stored at room temperature for a few days.
credit for this recipe goes to JOY OF BAKING
Ruth was the kind of person whose voice you had to mine before you heard it. I asked her, “Tell me what happened.” She said, “Do you really want to know?” “No, but some selfish part of me wants you to hear yourself talk about it.” My demons like me alone. They come to me […]
via They like me — nilichoandika
My long lost friend contacted me last week
The friend that was wiped out of my earth
the friend who was not on the same continent as me
my friend who I last saw in 2013
friends for almost a decade
our bond is strong I’d say
we clicked and continued
as though we had been living in the same room
for the last two years
The one person I thought had forgotten me
the person I missed on lonely nights
of insomnia and sleeplessness
Oh if only Sameera charged her phone
Hello Sameera, if you read this poem i love you,
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Yes my procrastinating self now tries her best to upload a post every Monday, it is no easy feat but i wish to improve my habits, anyways here i come.
Hello to anyone reading this welcome to my blog where i post anything that comes to my mind which revolves mainly around fictional excerpts made from real life, yes i am confused and trapped in this deadly cycle of over thinking real life situations and giving them a literary view with a scientific twist, because i am indecisive i could not figure out which one of my poems to post so i decided to compose one for my blog today for the first time and yes RIP Mike Brown.
Fit into the box
stuck in a box
that defines you
not as a complex individual
put in there by society and its members
You need not fit into it you just need to be in it
for being stuck in there gives a sense of control over
a very surprise full life
Categorised and herded into imaginary boxes
some overlap while some do not
Redefine stereotypes you will not dare
You little traitor to society’s box’s
Do you put people into boxes ?
Do you stick them there ?
Not given a chance to be an individual……
only part of a box……
fit in there……… it has cut off your wings.
If you would like to read some of my poems on wattpad.
BYe! wishing you an eventful week, hope you had a wonderful weekend.