The Daily Vulnerable: The perceived notions of what I should be

Musings from behind the Pashmina Veil


So, I still got labelled another gender today.

Despite the clarity of picture, and displayed name.

My expressed opinion, however, could only have emerged from the cavern mouth of one Hender, so I must be that gender, the labeller concluded.

The Dark settles in its assumption that My Light had no place, no strength to break through.

Allowing assumptions take root in the minds of the assume on how far they in their mighty projections see My light heading.

“Ahh, you are CYZ so you will be ABC”

Delightfully, like a child labelled naughty but brimming with creativity I blossom buildings and became me.

The Dark has enabled My light chart paths where I had been repeatedly told “So fat and no further child, teenager, young adult, adult”.

I grin.

You see, My Light embraces My Dark with gleeful times tear fueled delight.

For how else would My Light learn to thrive. Deepened unshaken roots but through The Dark that seeks to shroud?

See The Dark and My Light

From behind My Pashmina Veil refuses to conform to perceived notions and limitations of those who think to shape, bend and mould to fit their perceived notions of tradition-based gender-biased paths.

My Dark. My Light. My Path.

Walk with me friend, foe: let’s explore The Light and The Dark from behind my Pashmina veil.

Life is to be lived unafraid. That ‘don’t’ mean no fear dey.

I dey come.



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