Worst Date Ever!!!

I just got home an hour ago after a date that quickly earned the “worst date” title. My previous worst date was a blind date an old high school friend (male) had set up with one of his workmates. My date turned out to be a dark, small guy with zero confidence who couldn’t hold a conversation with me. Apparently my friend thought we would be great together because we were “both short”. Needless to say, i haven’t paid attention to any relationship advice from this friend since then. That was almost 10 years ago.

And then this date today happened. I met this guy 5 years back when i was still working as a civil engineer on the processing plant of the mine i’m currently working at. I am now a mining engineer. I bumped into this guy a couple of days ago while grocery shopping. He asked if he could see me but i told him i was busy. Then yesterday, before 7 am, while i was still in bed, i got a call form a strange number. I let it ring and went back to sleep. A few hours later, he called again. I picked up and he asked to meet me. I figured a chat over a meal wouldn’t hurt. So we agreed to meet this afternoon at 4 pm.

Arrived on time. He was a few minutes late. He was just like remember from way back. hadn’t changed much. He got straight to the point. He waned to spend “foleva” [forever – for my non-Zambian readers] with me. He knew i was single because i do not wear a ring. During our conversation over a late lunch/early dinner, he made the following points:

  • he mentioned that i looked like an alcoholic who had started drinking early in the day – i was enjoying a glass of Baileys which i had craved but hadn’t tasted in about 3 years because i couldn’t find it around.
  • he mentioned that he was a Jehovah’s Witness and asked if was aware of the implications should i decide to marry him (i’m sure y’all know what i am talking about). He stressed the fact that he is a jealous boyfriend.
  • he has my LinkedIn profile picture saved as his screensaver on his desktop. Creepy or what?
  • he wanted to be introduced to my boss to make sure there was nothing between us, and to also let him know that i was becoming a married woman so that he starts respecting me as such.
  • he wants a minimum of 4 children before i turn 40. I’m 31 now so he did the math and said i needed to get pregnant soon and have 4 months after birth before having my next child if he was to have his 4 kids.
  • he discussed my hair – i have had locs for almost 2 years now. He said my hairstyle was acceptable at the moment because i was in mining, but that i should learn to change it because “a woman needs to change her hairstyle every week”…
  • he said i needed to get over my career, that my time for playing was up and that i needed to settle down as a woman. That “what goes up must eventually come down”. He could not have stressed this point any harder, i swear.

While all this was going on, he was refilling his glasses of Amarula from a bottle in his car. I stayed as polite as i could but i eventually decided i had had enough. I asked to leave.

Now i come from a family where my dad is super proud of me. He talks about his only daughter every chance he gets. Every time i meet a friend or colleague of his, I’m reminded of this fact. My dad told me he didn’t want me to depend on anyone for anything. The attitude that this “date” of mine has towards women is not something i have had to deal with.

I honestly feel discouraged… If men like this are the options i have, I’ll pass on the marriage thing. It’s hard enough to open up to somebody about my relationship fears, but to add this kind of emotional abuse to the equation is not a part of the deal i am willing to take. For now, i’ll remain happily single until i meet that special someone who will trust me, accept my freedom of choice and allow me to work until i CHOOSE to raise our children full time and return to work when the time is right.

The Fitbit Life – My First Month

I’m a lazy bum in the gym. I know it. My friends know it, the other gym goers know it. I needed something to help me get more serious. Heck, there is even a guy who keeps my attendance on a register in his head. So i decided some wearable tech might be of help. One day in January, i joined some gym buddies on a walk around the Kansanshi Golf Estate. She has some kind of Garmin GPS watch and she shared the stats with us the next morning. I had carried my phone (Samsung Galaxy S7) with me and it automatically tracked my walk. I compared the numbers and the difference between our nearly 6.5km walk was only 100m. I was inspired and decided to get myself something to help me manage my workouts.

So i asked some work colleagues and went online. I eventually decided to get myself a Fitbit Charge 2 from Amazon on January 22nd. I collected it from the courier when i returned to Solwezi from my birthday holiday. I officially became a Fitbit community member on February 27th.

  • I’m not as active throughout the day – I barely make the 10,000 steps day Fitbit recommends. I’m more like a 6,000 steps a day kinda gal.
  • My cardio fitness was on the lower side of average
  • I barely sleep at night – I knew i was a light sleeper but dang. I averaged 4 hours a night over the last 2 weeks.
  •  I know how effective my workouts are now. I burn the highest number of calories on Mondays during my step aerobics class. My body pump classes are fat burn activities and my body combat classes are cardio activities.

With everything I’ve learnt about my health over the past month, improve my cardio fitness, balance my workouts and improve the quality of my sleep.

I’m starting to love my Fitbit Charge 2.

Letting it go

So today i finally decided to let it go. I have been holding on to this idea for a year.It was about a guy, a relationship, a future…

I met him almost 2 years ago through a mutual friend. we had dinner (the three of us) and he seemed like an interesting guy. But i didn’t want to get in the way of that bromance so i let the two of them catch up on old times. He was at uni in the US and had come for a short stay. I thought nothing of it until a few months later when he finished his degree and moved back to Zambia for good. He called… and we talked for over an hour. It felt right. I wanted to see more of him. We would text and call once in a while. As far as i knew, he was single and looking…

Then the attention stopped. After several attempts to meet up with this man in person, I’m finally giving up with the following sayings ringing in my head:

  • a man who is interested in you will make time for you
  • if he is interested in you, you will know
  • men go after what they want

Some time before last Christmas i tried to call him. He answered the phone, told me he would call me back and quickly hang up. He never did. A month later, some time this last January, i texted how it had been a long time and that i would be travelling to Lusaka for my birthday. He agreed that it would be great to catch up and see each other after a long time. My birthday came and went. I heard nothing from him. I celebrated in Mfuwe (South Luangwa National Park) and then spent a few more days on the family farm out of town. I asked him out to a meal some time this weekend (today is Saturday). He said he was busy but would see if he would be free to meet. I figured by this time that he didn’t see me as potential relationship material so my plan was to break out of the friendzone by wearing a “freakum dress”. I was planning to bring it. I guess i will never get that chance.

Saturday has come and gone. I am now home writing this after having made up my mind to move on with my life (instead of an amazing lunch/dinner where i show him how amazing i am). This is the first man i have actively tried to pursue since becoming an adult. His energy is intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough over the phone. He come from a good home. He is well educated and down to earth. He is also a man’s man, alpha male as some would call it. Filled with testosterone, just the way i like them. I wanted to make him mine. I wanted him to make me his. I have spent a year of my energy on this. After all “If you want something you’ve never had, you have to do something you’ve never done”, right?

Wrong. This state of vulnerability is a place a hate being in. I don’t want his friendship, i have enough male friends. I don’t ever want to speak to him again. It has been a one-sided friendship with him on my mind and me not on his. I had been single on paper but occupied in energy. I had been reserving myself for nothing. No more. My energy shall now match my state of freedom. My energy will now be focused on being welcoming and showing everybody what a great person i am. I’ll spend my last few days in Lusaka burning bridges with this man. I’m sure he will find what he is looking for. It clearly isn’t me.

IT’S TIME TO PARTY.

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, LIVE OUTSTANDINGLY.

My first year with high blood pressure

August 2015,  I went to the mine clinic for a mother of a migraine. Routine checks before seeing a doctor include a blood pressure reading. It was high enough for the doctor to admit me for the afternoon, give me a sedative and have me observed for a few hours. A couple of months later, after a few checks it had not gone down. I had tests done on my heart, kidneys, liver, etc. and they were all fine.
I was prescribed Atenolol. I thought my troubles would be over. But it seems that had only began. I drunk a tablet daily, gotyslef a home BP monitor and downloaded a BP app. Here is a snapshot of my November BP readings while on Atenolol.

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I kept telling the doctor I was not happy with my BP. He kept telling me it was fine and that I shouldn’t worry. That I should just watch my diet and stress levels. This went on for a few more months.

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I April, I went home to Lusaka for a mink break. One Saturday afternoon while having lunch with one of my cousins, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I couldn’t bear it and asked to be taken to hospital. My cousin took me to the nearest one, a clinic on Great East Road in Northmead.
I was immediately admitted. My BP was around 170/140. The doctor said I had gastritis which had come about from my insides being irritated by the high BP. The pain had then made my BP climb even higher. I was on a cocktail of medications for that evening and the day that followed.
I hadn’t been admitted to hospital for over 20 years. 20 years! Until that day in April. I was not pleased. I spoke to my dad about it and he recommended I see his cardiologist. He also recommended I switch to the medication he was taking. The brand name was Telma H (y’all can look it up if you want). It cost a whole lot more than the Atenolol I used to take, but it brought my BP down to normal in just over a week.
Fast forward to October 2016, my BP is under control, I’m healthy, gyming regularly and toning up.
Moral of the story, I felt my doctor was not really helping me, but was keeping costs low by prescribing the cheapest medicine possible (it was a medical scheme service with my employer so according to the hospital, their service was free to me). I don’t know if I’ll ever go back there. The trust is gone. These days I don’t even check my BP daily because I know it’s OK.

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How to HEAL from a BREAK-UP

More people need to read this.

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    Giving your all to someone who will never be mentally equip to value all the painful sacrifices you make to trust them will turn your heart cold. Move on.

    By: Ebrahim Aseem Follow@fuel4thebody

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    From the upcoming book, “Why Men Cheat on Loyal Women”…

    When a loyal woman sees you date down or act as if she meant nothing to you after the break-up, you make her feel like everything she gave you, every secret about her past she ever shared with you, every time she opened up to trust you & everything about love she tried to put you on to was all a waste of her time and energy.

    A break-up makes her question life and its meaning, because she doesn’t want to have to do it all again. Learn to trust again, open up again, invest so much of her, time, love…

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Is the Onus on women?

Relationship advice directed towards women is a serious business. Women seem to buy advice from both men and women. It has become a trend for men to write books for women, and we buy these books in the hope that they will help us find Mr. Right. I for one am guilty of buying Steve Harvey’s “Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man.”

I read a tweet the other day by a relationship expert named Cheyenne Bostock. When asked why men kept writing relationship books for women, his response was because there was a high demand for it.

Check out @AskCheyB’s Tweet:

“Q: Why do men keep writing relationship books for women? A: Apparently there’s an extremely high demand for the supply. #Economics101”

He went on to say that men don’t read books on relationships.

“Q: Why don’t more men write relationship books for men? A: Men don’t like to read books on relationships. #KnowYourAudience #TargetMarketing”

I for one have heard things like “when you are ready, the right man will show up. So use this time you are single to improve yourself to be better in your next relationship. Lose weight, get fit, learn a few things, etc.”

It seems to me like we are being told to let the men be men. Let them do what they need to do. When they meet the right woman, they will make the change FOR THEMSELVES to be able to be with this woman.
When we do get involved with those men who are in their playful phase and get burnt, these books tell us we should look for the red flags next time, we should learn to have the hard conversations early on next time, etc. etc.

It’s the woman job to avoid the bad boys. It’s the woman’s job to get the necessary information she needs early on. It’s the woman’s job to make sure sex doesn’t happen too early. It’s the woman’s job to make sure she’s not the side chick. It’s the woman’s job to make sure she looks attractive for her man. It’s the woman’s job.

Where is all the advice for the men. When these boys eventually man up, they have no idea how to handle a sensible, mature woman and things become tricky. I have heard it said. Men would rather handle a certain type of woman because it’s easier. The rest who are intimidating (i.e. have standards) are left to watch the easy ones walk down the isle. We all know the chances of those marriages being successful are not very good, but it is still discouraging nonetheless.

A must read for anyone who wants healthy hair.

blackhairscience

Goodness! It’s been a long time hasn’t it? Trying to do better with the blog posts, lol! We will see how that goes =)

In hair care, there seven deadly hair sins that can really make your hair life miserable. We’ll walk you through them and give you quick tips for avoiding them! Are you guilty of any of these hair sins?

Pride 

We’re not talking about genuinely being proud of what you’ve got—no, this hair sin happens when you know that your hair is damaged or in bad shape, but you refuse to part with the split or bad ends to “save face.” It’s okay to admit that . . . hey— you messed up. Maybe you were using too much heat, wearing the weave a little longer than you planned  . . . or perhaps that lighter hair color set you back a bit. It’s…

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