Moyo talk with Patiz

Subtitle: I Was Trying To Run A Race That Was Never Mine I have been watching everyone around me. My friends moving fast, achieving things, posting wins. And me, I was just watching. This is what it felt like. Observing deeply, sometimes it makes me feel left out. "Life is not fair," I say. I try to run on the same lane as others; my friends. But it all seems like nothing. On the way, I feel hacked off. "What can I do?" I ask. I sit back. Actually, throwing in the towel. I try to fit in. Yet it's not my race. It's not my time. It's not my energy. "How do I do it?" I wonder. No solution. No strategy. All this drains me. It makes me belittle myself. It makes me shed tears. Not realising that competition is the killer of my dreams. Frankly, it's overwhelming. Despite that, I stay still, arise and walk slow. Making meticulous steps. "It doesn't matter when I will arrive at that destination," I claim. Only ...

Written by ;Patricia Frankly, being a firstborn is both a blessing and a burden. The fact of being given the first priority in everything is a blessing. The younger ones, even when not trained to show respect to you, they automatically show it with ease. You become the star of the family. All trust and belief is on you. But wait, here comes the worst part of it. Burden. The parents expect so much from you. Character-wise, in decision making. In short, you are the second parent to your siblings. At a tender age, you have to learn many things. Psychologically, you have to grow faster than your age. At eight years or seven, you already know how to cook, wash and clean everything. Some you are taught, but other chores, circumstances force you to learn all by yourself. You learn to stand in the gap for the young ones; sacrifice. When they make a mistake, you are the one to taste the sweetness of it all. Ouch! Nobody tells you sorry. You persevere the emotional pain. You solve yo...