Archive - August 2015

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The older I get, the better I was
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Are you my mentor?
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Tailor – made

The older I get, the better I was

A friend’s t- shirt, back in the university, had that scrawled across it (beginning at the front and ending at the back). I wondered about the statement every time I saw it. I mentally compared my vainer, younger self with my ever – growing, worldly – wise older self. Cuter? Yeah. More hair? Yep. Easier life? Definitely. Carefree? Uh hu. Eager to please everyone? Oh yes. More organized? Yes. More selfish than a cat? Check. Quite shallow? Oh yes. So superficial? You got it. Prim & proper? Yes, yes, yes. Large helpings of impatience? Yeaaaaaaah. Bashfully shy? Loads. Read voraciously? Uh hu. The more I compared, the less I liked the outcome. The statement didn’t hold true for me. Scratch that. I didn’t like that it didn’t ring true for me. I wanted it to. So badly. Almost two decades later, this thought has gone through a total transformation. I think of that inscription today like I do every year on my birthday as I begin to compare last year’s me to this year’s. Today, yet another birthday of mine, is no different.               On becoming a vulture. I prefer the woman I currently[…]

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Are you my mentor?

Are you my mentor?                 Apparently, Sheryl Sandberg doesn’t like anyone asking that question of someone else. Yes, I’m still on about her book Lean In. Go read it if you haven’t. She encourages her readers to ‘excel and you’ll get a mentor’. As I read that line, I bit my lip knowingly. I plead guilty to asking that question because I once had a mentor more than a decade ago. My first job was at an NGO geared towards encouraging and supporting entrepreneurship amongst youths and adults. To facilitate its numerous programmes – classes, workshops, mentorship, trainings, etc – it recruited volunteers from all works of life in their professional capacities to share their expertise, to teach, to mentor, to consult. And whenever there was a workshop taking place, most staff pitched in to assist the department responsible for organizing it. Often, I’d offer to register participants or write up mini – bios for all the speakers. That day I chose to write. His resume was the second amongst the small sheaf of papers given to me. As I put his qualifications and experiences together, unconsciously my mind wandered a bit. Blame it[…]

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Tailor – made

Few people I know have good, all round stories about the individuals who make their clothes. From ‘He’s so good at it’ ‘It fits perfectly’ ‘She’s a genius’ to ‘It’s too tight!’ ‘It’s too big!’ ‘This is not the style I wanted’ ‘What nonsense! How am I supposed to wear this?!’ I have heard it all. I have been there too. And at some point, I have told myself: ‘No more tailors! I’d only buy my clothes and save myself the headache of an unreliable dressmaker.’ But how do you deal with asoebi matters for that special event? In addition, there are just some outfits that need to be made and not bought off the rack. The first (wrong) cut is the deepest Back in school, a classmate introduced me to her ‘fab’ tailor. And to test him out, I asked he reproduced a quite complicated, long – sleeved top with pockets and slits. The result? A perfectly executed job, right down to the finishing. He was ‘fab’ all right. Thrilled that I had a tailor I could trust, his next job was a simple, black, knee – length skirt with a slit at the back. Disaster! The front of[…]

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