Meet the Blogger


And so I realized that since I set up this blog, I haven’t introduced myself. Like, who does that, right? You kinda deserve to know the person behind the writing, so that it helps you relate to me (or maybe not), but it should definitely help you understand where I’m coming from when you read this stuff.

I’m a 23 year-old Kwambi-Ndonga from Oshakati, living in Windhoek. My embedded labels include: Black, Namibian, Female, Christian: born-again (but people would rather ignore this part), Wambo and Employed. People may describe me as the girl with the dreads, the girl that laughs a lot, or the girl that likes people, the choir girl, the law girl, the girl with the hoarse voice, the Church-girl or more recently, the lifecoach girl :) I have humbly accepted my labels; I ain't scared of them.

I’m no more than meets the eye; I am what they call “an open book”. I’m a very good person (if I may say so myself), but I’m quite an ass on many occasions as well. For example; I would rather take the bigger piece of meat than share it equally, I can blatantly ignore your call if I don’t wanna talk to you (my younger sister is quite a victim), it’s usually my way or no way at all, I have eaten dog meat before and my dog-loving friends have failed to convince me why I shouldn’t do it again…

But here are just some of the few things that I really like...
  1. Writing down stuff, so I always have a notebook & a pen with me  (I think it’s because I have a goldfish memory)
  2. Life coaching (I was born for this)
  3.  Praying in tongues & getting into the word of God spontaneously
  4. Playing (with) the guitar, coz I can’t really play it YET (let’s ignore the fact that I’ve been “learning” for the past 3 years)
  5. Teaching (probably because I think my wisdom is God’s gift to earth *hides*) 
  6. Preparing food…and eating food (explains all the curves in the wrong places)
  7. Talking to my dad (he has a way of making me feel like I’m a very important person) 
  8. Churching (partly because it’s something I HAVE TO do, but mostly because there’s nothing that makes me happier than hugging my church family and seeing people give their lives to Jesus), CRC is the place to be!
  9. Talking to people for the first time (Oh how similar we all are – I love connecting with people.)
  10. Hanging out with close friends because I’m a lonely rabbit and being alone makes me feel awkward sometimes
  11. Singing (I would be a great singer if I weren’t such a horrible singer)
  12. A nice wine glass of grape juice – sweet.
  13. Self-introspection – I enjoy studying my emotions
  14. Country music – there’s absolutely nothing that speaks to me better
  15. Warm tight hugs (and kisses); I hate cheap hugs
  16. Sketching
  17.  Harem pants,
    or anything loose-fitting and hippy-like, probably because somebody told me they’re hideous and I shouldn’t wear them again...
  18. Praying for people – I can’t explain it.
  19. Playing scrabble and winning scrabble games
  20. Doing things that defy social norms. For example, Monday is only my favorite day of the week coz it’s most people’s least favorite.
  21. My hair (a number of people had told me not to go rasta) and, having someone wash my hair – absolute bliss
  22.  DIY crafts and hand-made jewelry (gold and silver makes me cringe)
  23. Oshiwambo humor is timeless
  24. The idea of romance
    (which explains the number of ex-boyfriends I’d be too ashamed to admit to – and on that note, I’m kinda working on a book in this respect)
  25. Old wheelers – ever seen anything beautifuler than an old classic Mercedes or an original beetle?
  26. I love being told I can’t do something I wanna do, anything. It gets me into the whole: watch me! mojo.  

And the following are things that make me want to hug a cactus...
  1. Badly prepared food - this is just sad. Like, no. 
  2. Watching series, coz I get addicted and it basically replaces my life
  3. Being lied to (Like, do you think I’m stupid?)
  4. Waiting – impatience on fleek!
  5. Someone inviting themselves to tell me what to do with my life. Like, uhmmm, no.
  6. Someone disrespecting my dad – you don’t ever go there.
  7. Having nothing to look forward to
  8. Washing dishes & doing hand laundry.
    I grew up with a maid and I used to be quite ashamed of it – not anymore, fam.
  9. The kapana after-taste – (am I the only one?)
  10. Shallow talk - stop.
  11. The Independence Museum next to the Namibian Parliament (ugliest building I've seen in my country)

You may have noticed that I mentioned a dad and not a mum. This is because I “technically” haven’t had a mum since I was about 11. “Technically”, because she is not dead, but she is kinda brain dead. So, number 12 of the things I hate is; visiting my mum in hospital; it refuses to get easier. Despite the occasional boy-heartbreak, this is the only other thing that can have my eyeballs swimming.

Apart from the fact that I love people and genuinely want them to have an amazing and liberated life, what qualifies me to blog about life and basically speak into your life, is the fact that I don’t have it all together and I can be quite messed up sometimes, but I am able to make it work. I’m not scared of being wrong and my confidence is quite alarming. Life hasn’t been nice to me, but then again, life has been far too amazing to me. I’ve made some pretty bad choices in life and I’m only 23, so here’s to future screw-ups! Basically, you can trust me. I don’t only have the backing of my sender and you may not know Him (Jesus), but this is basically his assignment to me, so I’m sort of just winging it. 














So yeah, nice to meet you, too…


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