The pearl writes...

Hey Shawty! You are a fully-fledged adult now.   Can you believe it? Congratulations, wake up and smell the coffee you are now seventeen. You wanted to be an adult so bad but now we want time to slow down. Remember when you thought that life starts after you join campus? No. It is a series of lessons that will mold you into a better person. Brace yourself for the ride of your lifetime. I will try to minimize on the trailer for the show of your life is about to start. You will not be everyone’s cup of tea, and that’s okay, let them get their gin, rum, konyagi or busaa whatever pleases them.   Your heart or mind is quite an expensive place to rent. Rejection is a blessing in disguise. Do not rent these places to cheap, good for nothing people who always want freebies. You owe them nothing.   My sweet dear, you don’t always have to have the last word; sometimes silence is the best response to quiet a fool. You aren't their cup of tea delete or unfriend the blinkards.   You have al

Hello, I'm Franny.  A French citizen but not from France. I am from two small French Islands close to Madagascar. I was born on an island where the population is 90% Muslim, and 10% is mostly foreigners. My dad is from this island and he is Muslim but he is of French and African descent. My mom is from the other Island where all religions are celebrated and Christians can be invited to join the Eï d dinner or the Kamoul banquet. She is catholic, she went to my dad's island for a work opportunity and she lived there longer than me. They had me and broke up when I was 2years old because he was not mature enough to be a dad. He didn't really understand what my mother was expecting from him, you see my dad has 17 siblings because his dad was polygamous and his understanding of being a father is way different than my mom's because of their different backgrounds. I was raised by my mom and I used to visit my dad and his family although this was to change w hen I was 8 years

Maybe as you were reading through the first parts of this story you were beginning to feel drowsy because of the pity party tone assumed by the writer. Feel not condemned because that is actually how I felt often. In my teenagehood and during my campus life, I had identified a father figure. I considered him as a father. He catered for part of my high school education and opened his doors for me. I had come so close to experiencing a functional family. Then life happened! (For the sake of this story I will gloss over the details of what really happened and maybe, later on, I will give you the full account). The thing with looking up to someone so much and letting them assume a role of importance in your life is that when they hurt you, they really hurt you! I was familiar with the verse that the power of life and death lies in the tongue but never had I actually experienced the fullness of this power yet; at least the negative side of it. My father figure would one day say very hurtfu