Starting over

 Hevoi

I'm Miss Clesby or Miss Cles and I love to create beautiful things. I am part Karanga and part Chewa because colonialism happened, and my great-grandfather followed the railway line down to Zimbabwe in search of greener pastures during the Federation, then he met a girl, from the fiesty totem and settled here. On the other side, the man was a military man, the general in his king's army, and he married from a healer's lineage. Then the children married a notable farmer and a brewer. So I think I got the best of their traits, the optimism, cyncism, the work ethic, the sheer daring and the talents aplenty. 

It's been 12 years and 16 days since I started this journey because I thought I was dying at the ripe old age of 23, hahaha. If I am being honest, had I not had those two massive health scares, I never would have done this, I always coloured inside the lines now I ignore those lines completely unless it suits me. I probably would have settled for someone safe, worked in the development sector and had a few kids, moved to a financially safe country and killed any and all the dreams that I had that did not prioritise Hubby, home and the kids. However, because the healthcare system in my country is crappy, some joke of a general practitioner told me I most likely had cancer and with the way I was deteriorating it was probably advanced, sans any biopsy or any other test of course, here we are. So I thought to myself, if I am going to die young, I have to at least wear clothes that fit me, look good and so not like my problems. Kids were no longer in the cards for me, I did not see that as a loss and besides, relationships were too stressful, I did not want to have to consider someone else's feeling every day, I wanted to sort through my own and I finally have. Oh, and it wasn't cancer, it was just my fratenal triplets Fibrina, Cystopher and Cystina (brilliant names @zoomie), my uterine fibroid and ovarian cysts, on one hand and on the other hand, the fact that I am just a delicate flower, I don't deal with stress well, and I don't work well under pressure, the condition is called Fibromyalgia, it is a chronic pain disorder that is triggered by stress. This is the why, I thought I was dying, so I wanted to look beautiful and feel beautiful and 12 years later I now make beautiful art to boot.

Now that I have introduced myself, I want to write about stuff that is fun for me. I am no longer in fight or flight mode and this time I am choosing to do all of this stuff because I enjoy it, or I enjoy the money it gives me. As an almost middle aged single woman, (YAY!) I do things voluntarily for two reasons, because I want to make myself happy and because I like money and the things it affords me. I legitimately do not care how much the next person has, unless they are giving it to me, otherwise go get it girl, or boy. Does it sound vain or mercenary and self absorbed? Yes, yes and yes but last time I checked the only person who owns my birthcertificate, is me and so this life is mine and mine alone to live as I want. 

So I am going to be talking about Africa, Fashion, Accessories, Fine art, Development, Sociology and at times Health and nutrition as well as spirituality, I will also talk about travelling although the process of travelling, but I love seeing new places.

I am glad I finally finished this, I hope you have a lovely day