Learning to Say “No”

The first step towards getting what you want, is to stop accepting the shit you don’t want. But that’s easier said than done, I know. In order to be efficient, I need to make sure I’m doing the right thing, at the right time, in the right way (I learned that in a leadership course at work). I need to get rid of all actions (and people) in my life that don’t add value. While I want to be “loved by all” I don’t have the space in my heart to help everyone, do everything or be everywhere. I’ve learned the hard way to say “no” to shit that can potentially fuck up my life, no matter the “time we put in” or whatever sob story I’m given. I have the right to control my life; I have the right to say “no”.

Stand Your Ground… to Die.

Written by PresidentElla

Markeis McGlockton was shot dead over a parking space at the age of 28. It’s some bullshit. That’s the the only phrase that accurately describes how I feel every time another black man is gunned down. What else is there to say? That something is going to change? That I have an answer? I’m too scared to be angry. First, I have to get over the fright of having a son and watching him walk out of my front door. For now, I avoid it… like most of us do.

The Missing Nigerian School Girls #BringBackOurGirls

Written by Ella

It’s my first time ever hearing of the Boko Haram and, like most, I wish I never had. Still, as a human being, I know that I should do something. What can I do? I know I’m not the only one asking myself that question. Whose responsibility is this? What I fear now, is a ridiculously grossing box-office hit, reenacting a story about how no one helped. 

I, too, am too late to the battlefield. I too, feel too far removed from the rest of the world. So, unlike some, I rest well at night, never fearing that armies of my enemies will set fire to my home in the middle of the night, herd me into a van and sell me off to be the wife (or sex slave) of men who murder dreams.