{"id":64,"date":"2020-12-17T14:04:24","date_gmt":"2020-12-17T14:04:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hopenyambura.com\/?p=64"},"modified":"2020-12-17T14:04:24","modified_gmt":"2020-12-17T14:04:24","slug":"the-lies-i-tell","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/2020\/12\/17\/the-lies-i-tell\/","title":{"rendered":"The lies I tell"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">No I&#8217;m not ok. . . <br>No I&#8217;m not well. . .<br>No I do not have my shit together. . .<br>No I&#8217;m not perfect. . . <br>Yes I&#8217;m insecure. . .YET<br>I&#8217;m stronger than I look<br>. . .<br>Half the time I&#8217;m done. . .<br><br>I&#8217;m obsessed with straight hair. . .<br>I don&#8217;t know what to do with my curly hair. . .<br>I secretly want to run away . . . All the time. . .<br><br>I have secrets. . .<br>I&#8217;ve held on to some so long I no longer remember when they became secrets. . .<br>I forget them sometimes, but like a joint flair up when the weather is cold memories have triggers too.<br>I want to fly. . .<br>I want to run. . . Run. . .run. . . all the time. . . YET. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I&#8217;m stronger than I look. . .?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">from who you ask. . . ? from whom do you run. . .<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">From myself, from choices that feel right but seem wrong, from multiple realities that make more sense to others than to me, that primal internal battle between breeding and instinct.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">from the pressures of being &#8220;me&#8221; . . . yes me. . . ,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">not the me I believe I am, not the me that makes me feel at rest. . . no not her, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">rather the me that is preached and hammered in by a discombobulated society.<br>A society riddled with selfishness and the need to control, an insecure society that is afraid to embrace itself. . . tells me that I am less than, . . . that I am not enough as I am. . . I can do better, I can do more, and while at it remember to smile less Sungura, you give people the wrong idea.. . . you are too serious Sungura, let loose alittle . . . you are cheap Sungura. . . Ongeza body count Sungura. . . Bado hujaomoka Sungura?. . .you are too sensitive Sungura. . . You are too full of yourself. . . you should wear this not that. . . &#8216;well meaning&#8217; passive aggressive advise from the insecure, . . .  be this, be that. They will love you more then, they will accept you then. . . <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am left wondering who are they. . . ? they is my society. . . my society is me, . . . , in my struggle to fit in, I become society, I am the passive aggressive shame-er, the discontent, frustrated adult,. . . the insecure chauvinist. . .the toxic human . . . when I don&#8217;t sieve what I let in. . . when I do not self regulate. . . when &#8216;society&#8217; masters me. . .I became society. I chime in when society is propagating its rhetoric. So who is society? society is me. . . the words I tell myself, the insecurities I do not let go off. . . yes society is me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">So maybe I have mercy on myself and. . . the lenses of society start to change. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Maybe I do &#8216;society&#8217; a favor, and repair my internal clock. . .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No I&#8217;m not ok. . . No I&#8217;m not well. . .No I do not have my shit together. . .No I&#8217;m not perfect. . . Yes I&#8217;m insecure. . .YETI&#8217;m stronger than I look. . .Half the time I&#8217;m done. . . I&#8217;m obsessed with straight hair. . .I don&#8217;t know what to do [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nyamburamgendi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}