I read a brilliant article about how the BBC spends an exorbitant amount of money every year through a government grant from The UK Foreign & Commonwealth Office to reach millions of viewers in Africa, Asia, Latin Americas, and the Middle East. Of course, it’s not just the BBC; it’s CNN, Radio France, and the rest of the gang. As the author Lanu Pitan put it: The question is, why would foreign governments spend that much investment to inform the East about themselves?
Because shaping information to suit the narrative you want to sell is power.
If you live outside…
Little did I know that the random chick who used to come around my friend’s place would eventually become my bestie. Man, she was so unnecessarily goth. But that’s the most thing I love about her now.
Apart from that, she was extremely crass, which is seriously such a turn-on.
She was like, call me Big Black.
And I was like, Ouf! Don't ask me twice!
Oh yeah, we started off so fake in the beginning. Dubai- Fake…
A good girl?
Yeah, me too!
I crackity- crack- crackled as I typed that.
Anyway, that fakeness ended in like two weeks…
First, let me tell you about the day my dad told me the story about the letter “P."
He was a teenager in the refugee camp in Lebanon when they had their first English lesson ever, and the teacher told them about the letter P.
There was an uproar.
I know. It sounds so basic. But we don’t have a P in the Arabic alphabet, so hearing it for the first time and trying to pronounce it was a struggle for the whole class. They just couldn’t do it. They couldn’t. It was imbossible!
So, I guess the teacher went…
Every Monday, I promise to be done bitching about toxic masculinity. But then this happened…
I was standing by the sidewalk minding my own business when a man approached me. I was wearing a huge mask. No, really, I’m not exaggerating, it’s massive; my eyelashes get stuck in it.
He said, “You look fed up.”
I was, actually. I am so fed up with guys like him. So, I ignored him.
He then proceeded to get too close and give me unwarranted advice, “You should smile more.”
I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t. So I roared. Like really loud…
POP. POP. POP.
That’s the sound of the triple-threat butter popcorn in the microwave. Now, I know what your thinking; where did you get triple butter popcorn, and I’m here to tell you, I add that extra touch of butter myself. You’re welcome.
The thing is, Friday nights have become a whole event for me, so I like to make them extra special. I take off my makeup, get into my favorite PJ, make my magic popcorn and wait for the three Gen Z-ers across my building to appear. …
You’re at the bakery buying a Valentine’s cake for yourself when the baker recommends the Red Velvet, “Nothing says I love you like Red Velvet!” You came for the vanilla, but you don’t want to seem like you don’t really love the person your buying it for. So you go for it out of sheer embarrassment that he judges you. Red Velvet it is, but was it worth the price?
Next, you’re at your cousin’s wedding, and the bride's cake choice enamors the guests; it’s Red Velvet. It's a really classy choice, according to a gaggle of aunties. …
Prompt: How do you handle fear?
Don’t you hate it when everyone tells you to put yourself out there, and the moment you do, it’s a fail? Like, I was happy being mediocre in my cocoon. Why did you do this to me in the middle of my peace?
Anyway, the point is I kind of cracked a joke in a writing class I’m taking, and it didn’t translate well. Fuck. I’m cringing as I type this. …
“You want the blue pill or the red pill?”
“Are you sure? No one’s ever come back after taking red,”
“I choose red.”
“Fine, symptoms include chaos, trolls, community shunning, a shit load of anxiety, splashes of rejection, and a dab of loneliness,”
They say your true self is the kid inside. You know, the kid that questions the world and its rules before society gaslights you into becoming someone else. Before they shape you and shame you into who you’re supposed to be.
So you go around acting like who you’re supposed to be, and that’s…