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What’s on your plate?

I lay on the floor on my back, breathing. I had just had a challenging day and it was only the second week of the year. ‘I can’t go on like this!’ I thought to myself almost in a panic. I’ve got too much on my plate! After a few minutes, a question bubbled up in my mind. ‘Who put all these things on your plate?’ I squirmed. I ignored the question for a few seconds. I thought of all the things I was involving myself in, things that I had willingly volunteered to help with. Projects in which I had appointed myself as the leader. ” Why did I do that?!” I said out loud. I took a good honest look at everything that I had to do, wanted to do, and had made myself do. I got on my computer and sent out emails retracting myself from unwanted projects. Projects that I was doing out of resentment because I did not want to be doing them anyway. The self-appointed leader thing? Nobody likes …

Why do we keep waiting for summer?

I’m sitting here with my snuggliest hoodie on, under a warm snuggly blanket, watching a TV show that makes me scream ‘YES!!!’ I am in control of this situation, I control how warm I feel, what I am watching and how healthy the snacks that I’m shoving into my mouth are. Out there, outside my door and window, feels like the world is falling apart. Not just the wars and rumors of wars, its people hating each other, killing each other. Winter over here does not make it any better. The weather is grey, the people are grey and mean. It’s drizzling, then snowing, then icy, then slushy, then dirty. Let’s take a look at our personal lives. There are  unmet goals hanging over your head, family problems, not enough money. People asking for money. Co-workers that are mean and you wish you could just throw that stapler at them! Let’s look deeper. Insecurities, questions, disappointments, disbelief, anger…… fear. Fear that it won’t get any better. Fear that this is all there is folks. This …

How you help me live a better life!

Happy New Year! How  were your holidays?  Mine? Oh, the usual,  lovely Christmas service at church, hilarious play by the kids of the little town I was visiting aaaaaannnnd….. I ate a little too much. Yup.  The great thing about the beginning of the year is how we reflect on what we want for the coming year. It’s a chance to hit the restart button on many issues in our lives and offers hope for a lot of people. In light of reflecting, I took some time off to really clarify what it is I do on this website.   Truly Twaambo brings honesty and humour to writing, motivation and encouragement. Truly Twaambo does this while helping readers live a better life. So who are my readers you may ask? My ideal reader needs direction and encouragement because we have an inborn need to fulfill our dreams. Is this you? You are in the right place!! 🙂 This is what I do with this website. Why? Emails like these: “Twaambo, I’m so discouraged. I can’t seem to get …

spirit of excellence

Daniel speaks : A spirit of excellence

  The guards held me in their steel grips, whether it was with a thirst for my death or fear of what that dungeon held I don’t know. They held me firm nonetheless as we stumbled down the dark damp walkway, the light from the fire torches they were holding flickered on the wall.   We were drawing closer to it. How did I know? I could hear animalistic noises coming up ahead. My heart accelerated. I was about to lose my shit. I was sweating and shivering at the same time. I pulled back, this couldn’t be.   I was losing it. I had never spoken to anybody that had died before to find out how it felt, let alone anyone that has been mauled to death by lions. I started to plead, I dug my bare heels in, not feeling them tear and start to bleed. I could not feel anything but the need to get away, to be safe. They dragged me with their great strength as I reasoned ways of escape, …

how limiting beliefs box us in

How limiting beliefs box us in

In the silence while you regroup, you start to gain clarity. I have realised how I’ve been boxing myself in, how I have let my own limiting beliefs about what success is, and HOW to get there have held me back for a long long time. I have believed that in order to be successful there is only one way. I have agreed with others that ‘ Of course there isn’t only one way!’ But I secretly believed there was only one way. I factored in my age, my background, my family, my sex…..I had a huge limiting belief that there was only one way to success.  I’ve been trudging that road and have gotten nowhere.  What made going on this road more bearable? What made me continue other than my hidden limited thoughts (really well hidden, didn’t even know they were there!) Part of it was all the good times I made myself have, to cope with being on the journey. You know how you talk about what’s great about a city, so many …

what does discretion mean

Discretion

  You don’t have to tell everyone everything. Some things are nicer or are meant to only share with special people. You don’t have to tell everyone everything … Sometimes there are just no explanations needed. Discretion is knowing what to say and when to say it Enjoy this Lauryn Hill mix. Had me swaying 🙂 xoxo

Journey or Homestead?

Every great story involves a quest. In J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, Bilbo Baggins ran from the door at a quarter till eleven without even so much as a pocket handkerchief and launched on an adventure that would change his life forever. Alice stepped through the looking glass into Wonderland; Lucy, Edmund, Susan, and Peter stumbled through the wardrobe into Narnia. Abraham left his country, his people, and his father’s household to follow the most outlandish sort of promise from a God he’d only just met, and he never came back. Jacob and his sons went to Egypt for some groceries and four hundred years later the Israel nation pulled up stakes and headed for home. Peter, Andrew, James, and John all turned on a dime one day to follow the Master, their fishing nets heaped in wet piles behind them. The Sacred Romance involves for every soul a journey of heroic proportions. And while it may require for some a change of geography, for every soul it means a journey of the heart. …

The Pursued heart

You know how wonderful and beautiful it feels to be pursued. The secret phone calls, breathing on the phone whilst you both do different things. ‘I miss you’ – Simple text message. Just three words but packs quite the punch. She cooks you your favourite meal. She does it with a smile and serves it with an even bigger one. her eyes shine when you tell her your dreams and does not laugh but encourages you to do it. Being pursued. It feels so good, you feel so worthy, you feel….redeemed. You want to be wanted. There is this hole deep inside of each one of us that wants to be wanted. Truth be told the pursuit wanes. The text messages don’t come like you want  them to. The phone calls are far in between and when you finally have someone’s ear? They are in a hurry and are half listening. You want to be wanted to so badly. But sometimes you run! Believe it or not you also…. run from people pursuing you and wanting …

Relying on something bigger

How relying on something bigger makes you stronger.

‘I don’t have any self-confidence anymore!’ My friends fist almost pounded the coffee table the other day. He was frustrated!  He’s Italian, polishing his English…in Germany 🙂 I knew exactly where he was, and I knew offering any form of  ‘Its alright’ advice at this time was not going to cut it! I knew what it was like to be brushed off with hurried advice, and speaking to someone who has never been where I am at that moment. Remember the story of Moses? (In the bible, that big book your mama hides money in or the one where you record the deaths and weddings, yeah..that one) When God called Moses to go and speak to Pharaoh about letting the children of Israel go, Moses replied  ‘ Lord (humble face), you know I don’t speak to well, I’ve got this stutter, and to be honest, I’ve been out here in the desert and I don’t know what the latest trends are.I don’t have an iPhone. I haven’t written out a business plan for this, the finances …

Sons and Daughters of the African soil.

  A lot of Africans in the Diaspora were either born on the continent or are first generation ‘diasporan Africans’. With mixed marriages being the norm a lot of their offspring are of ‘African descent’ and wear this badge proudly. They may have to hear stories from their parents about making footballs out of plastic bags, how they played on the street with lots and lots of friends, how eating at a friends house got you into trouble. (‘Don’t we feed you here?!’) Or how bringing home a bad grade meant being threatened with a swift trip back to the ‘village’, where drawing water at the well was your intended fate if you couldn’t be in the top percentile of the class. The taste these kids may have, of a life even close to that, is the strictness their parents try to implement (echoing their own parents, but often interspersed with laughter and hugs, which a lot of Africans felt was missing in their upbringing. ‘Wheres your report card? ‘ was the closest someone once said …

Keep creating!

Keep creating. Theodore Roosevelt said  ‘Comparison is the thief if joy ‘, I would say it also the thief of creativity.   Siting in a pretty bizarre cafe in Berlin, I was enjoying watching the clouds blow by.   My friend and I were sitting in the back garden which was a little wet from the rain. We were playing music from her laptop, mine perched on my lap, lines written and rewritten, edited and thought through.   And it hit me. I’m a creative.    I mean I’ve always wanted to be on and had worked on being one I had just never caught myself in the act. Wow! I was sitting here creating something, creating with someone else as well, framing thinking and analyzing.   How incredible!    I want to achieve more, be more. … And then I start to compare myself with other creatives, those receiving praise. Those making money and getting the applause.   And I freeze because then I deem my own work unworthy.    Everything I do is …

daily acts of kindness

Small , daily acts of kindness

Small daily acts of kindness Letting someone sit with you on the train and not putting your backpack on that seat,  (…or any other passive aggressive way you try and prevent people from sitting next to you!) Complimenting someone.Do you like their shoes?  Tell them! If you have to time you may hear an interesting story about how those fabulous shoes can into their lives. What daily acts of kindness have you experienced that you have not paid attention to?  Did somebody open the door for you? Or let your car through on the road? The world needs more encouragers and little acts of kindness. They go much further than you think People are not as awful as you think they are my friend. Just pay more attention. xoxo

Making decisions that work for you.

If you want to learn a lot about life… Be a frequent commuter on the Deutsche Bahn. Today the train that I usually take to work had a troubles and we had to reroute. The train driver patiently announced that there were problems and we would have to go a few stations back in order to reroute and continue our journey forward. There was the option of getting off this fast train, getting on a slower train and continuing the journey, or staying on the fast train, going back some stations and then continuing forwards. With dramatic groans, shuffling of feet, rolling eyes… the mad exodus to the next platform began. Apps were launched, looks of panic, and droves of people milled on the platform. The crowd continued to swell and I realized.. this option was not going to work, there were more people on that platform than the coming train could hold. Meaning that people would have to wait for the next one and probably the next one as well to get going. Sigh.Was …

Saying yes when you really mean no.

  The long haul flight was not so full, so anyone could sit next to whomever they wanted to. She squished more comfortably into her chair, alone. She was flying solo. She heard giggles across the aisle, she looked up. The giggles made her heart bubble. The nonchalance of the two sisters as they sat there and munched on their chewy candy intrigued her,it reminded her of her relationship with her sister and also of how much she missed being a teenager who did not care at all what people thought. The way they laughed and giggled without a care in the world …….. they weren’t young teens either. They were at least seventeen, already young women navigating their way through the candy without fear of it affecting their hips. They seemed so in touch with their authentic feelings and spoke them on a whim and the world seems to favour those that do…..she wanted to be like that again though she didn’t know how without hurting people’s feelings ,there was something about speaking up about …