What kind of manners do I have. I have been blogging for the last 2 months and I haven't offered any information of myself.
Here is my short bio (in the making):
The standards for my life were set way before I was born. I was named by my fraternal grandmother, a woman I never got to meet but someone who I knew was strong and had great faith. By definition the name means ‘joyful gift of God.’ My grandmother allowed her teenage son to move halfway across the world from Nigeria to America in pursuit of a better life. There he met my beautiful mother and together they began a family. From this union, three strong-willed girls were born. I was the second born into this clan and I proudly bare my name. Although the union was not meant to last forever, I took from it great a belief in the black family and all that it could become. My father went his way and his four girls went theirs. My mother worked hard as a single parent to satisfy the never ending desires of her kids. Unfortunately my mother was unable to continue her journey long enough to see her daughters grow into women and continue her legacy. I know that she watches over me constantly and I continue to strive to make her proud.
I don’t consider myself independent by today’s standards because it is a term quickly and falsely linked to material accomplishments. Some around me have been quick to give me the title but I don’t readily accept it because it comes with such negativity. Yes, I have worked hard to get where I am and I will continue to work hard to get to where I see I can go. But I cannot do it alone and I won’t fool myself into thinking otherwise. I know my place as a woman and that is beside, not behind, a strong man. Through the short 18 years I spent with my mother, I grew an appreciation for and belief in the bonds between a man and woman. This is something I am not looking for but is something I know will come when the time is right. I honestly would love to have a male counterpart to compliment my life, but I refuse to have one that complicates it. I don’t do well with drama and sometimes I just want to be left alone and create my own world. Occasionally instead of going out at night, I stay home and write, or sketch. This allows me to escape from reality and into my own world…
I live each day with no regrets and instead choose to see my mistakes as lessons learned. I know each day is a learning experience and that I am not the same person I was yesterday. I know more now than I did 5 minutes ago and am forever changing.I am full of flaws like everyone else, which is something I embrace instead of fight. No one is perfect and that is what makes us as humans great. I was created in his eye and I am the way I am supposed to be.