KAJETTE LLB🌹

  I recently learnt what Lois P. Frankel wanted to mean in ‘Nice Girls Don't Get the Corner Office.' This rang a bell a few days ago when I suggested my people to challenge on any topic to write about, then My very Young Sister, who always tells me that I am her Role Model, replied with this ‘The cage  we locked ourselves in🥹!’ Seeing that crying emoji from my sister, I accepted the challenge immediately and promised her to work on that story first. Let’s dive into this story in quite some different approaches… Please, get yourself some drinks and or snacks. Because, as I’m writing this, I am also sipping on my favourite juice, duuuh. Here we gooooo… The Cages We Locked Ourselves In🥹 In the bustling theatre of life, we often find ourselves playing a role dictated not by our own hearts, but by the expectations of the world around us. We build walls of fear and doubt, then mistake them for the boundaries of our realities.  This is the self-contradictory cage we lock our...

We know we are supposed to be strong in so many people'a eyes 😭 But, Please do us a favory and Stop Asking Us to Be Strong🙏🏼 We’ve been very strong for so long that we can't hold it any more 🕯️ Ni kenshi amateka yadutegetse gukomera kuko nta yandi mahitamo twabaga dufite. Ndetse ahubwo tukanabikora kugira ngo turinde abo dukomokaho gutentebuka kuko ari twe babaga bizeyeho kubakomeza. Abavandimwe n’inshuti babonaga dukomeye, kdi tubakomeza bakumva ko duhora dukomeye cyane kurusha abandi. Nyamara si uko twe dufite imitima y’amabuye, ahubwo ni uko twabaga dusabwa kwambara imbaraga zo gukomera kugira ngo tubere abandi inkomezi 🫂  Yego twarakomeye igihe kirekire rwose, ariko kandi ndabasabye nibinatunanira mutwemerere mutureke gato natwe turuhuke mo gake. It is definitely okay not to be okay. We actually don't cry because we are too weak, we do cry because we have been too strong for so long that we can't hold it any longer 💔 Please, stop asking us to stay strong basi❗...

Ngo "Why do you remember yet you don’t know them? You didn’t even see them? You were not yet born!" 🙄Really⁉️ ✍🏻Kajette’s Ink🌹 That question is actually an enough good reason to remember them ahubwo😭Yes, ‘Coz we didn’t get any chance to know or see them in person💔We couldn’t be remembering the ones we don’t know, and paying tribute to them if they were here with us now🥺  Iyo baba baba bahari byari kuba bihagije ngo natwe dutuze the very same way muba mutuje iyo muri kutubaza ibyo bibazo bidashinga ✍🏼So, do you think your question is still relevant at all⁉️😰 If you knew the pain of not knowing your relatives, not even a single picture of them, not knowing who your parents & siblings were, no grandparents, no aunties, no uncles, no cousins, no nephews, no nieces, yet you had more but hey, they all were killed in the 1994 Genocide against Tutsi. You don’t even know how and who they at least looked like 💔 Ngo basi uge umureba umwite ayo masano yose🥺 Can you imagine ...

 Have You Met a Mr Perfect in a Player Boy Body?   "Six months are enough to know someone’s true colors and intentions,” they say. But that one didn't even make it to 3. Hollaaaaa, I’ve been dying to write about this dude ever since, but the good girl in me told me not to. I don't know where she travelled to, so I am inking the paper tonight. I hope she won't mind, Lol 😅 I learned that he (let’s call him Mr Perfect before we jump to Player Boy later) knew about that good girl from a mutual friend, and from then he never stopped thinking about her, asking for her contacts but always got no for answers due to the fact that, the mutual friend was told not to share the contact. Yeah, she was so strict about who join her small circle of friends. Remember the girls’ dramas? The mutual one eventually got drunk with his friends and connected them, regardless the above fact. Before we go deeper into the story, shall we say he traded her friend or something? Or we can avoid get...

                                         Some days ago, one of my very best brothers called Me and we had a kind of small chat in which I told him how tired I was of Life and its downfalls that I have been facing, emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually.  Then he told Me, "Sissy, I know you’ve been fighting a lot, doing all you can to stay strong and we appreciate that. This time around, don’t do that 'Stay Strong Dear Me' for yourself, because you’ve done way beyond that." He carried on with this, "Listen to me now, I know you have been very exhausted due to all the hardships that life has been throwing at you. I won't ask you to stay strong the way you've been doing it for yourself, instead of that, try a bit more times and please stay strong for US people who love you indeed 🤲 Please hang on there and allow us to stay with you more longer. We stil...

According to the movie entitled 'M' which Fritz Lang directed under Foremco Picture Corporation Studio, let's look into it way deeper. I would give 'M' ⅘ since it is such a nice piece that I liked the fact that the film started telling the story that went on until its final. From the start when the children played as they sang, referring to a man with a long black coat and a hat who can come to attack them any minute. Though they were told to never sing such ever, the kids didn't stop which proves how scared of that man they were. One of those children who were singing then was Elsie Beckmann, and once she came from school, playing her ball, a shadow of a man with a long black coat and a hat appeared and asked her name, she responded and off they went, the man bought her a balloon at the blind man's shop and since then, nobody has ever seen Elsie again. Having several kids who had been missing and getting killed, the police started searching for the murderer...