Catherine Nyomenda
Bio
I love writing. I love the swirl of words as they tangle with human emotions. I am a flexible writer and can write almost anything, do you need any help creating content? Well then, get in touch...
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LA FAMILIA.
Which one is tougher, the journey of carrying a child in the womb or raising that same child? A question I rack my brains over all the time. I am a married woman who faces a challenging choice every day in my union with my handsome husband. We’ve been married for ten years now, and it’s the first time I've lived with a lie buried in me. It’s our daughter, Cute Cate, who unwillingly makes me hide things from the love of my life. You see, my sweet girl just turned fifteen, and she is officially a teen. She has her mother’s features, which, of course, attract the opposite sex. She has a pumping heart that is also pumping emotions of love and desire in her. I had a strained relationship with my mom while growing up, so I learned to keep things to myself. I was never interested in sharing what was nudging me; I was detached from her presence. The audacity to share the escapades going on in my life was stripped away since she was always harsh. To be honest, I grew up living in dread, but one thing I promised myself was that I would teach my daughter better. That I would give her the free space to express her feelings and offer a safe haven for her to prompt her innermost contemplations. To be present when issues bite and gnaw at her soul. No matter the circumstance, I solemnly vowed to be open with her about everything, particularly life and what she was to expect in this cruel world. I was going to mentor her and make her perceive me as her role model. Be gratified with the reality of me being her mom. Be that mom she’ll brag about to her friends. And I can self-assuredly say that I achieved all this. Today, I am a poised mom. My daughter and I have established the most startling bond. As of today, I know her boyfriend. The tall, dark, handsome guy that she won’t stop babbling about, Micah, is her classmate and her age mate. When I was younger, I didn’t want to get involved with men because I was always skeptical of their feelings for me. I wasn’t shown much love as a kid, and I think that subsidized most of my affairs, so whenever I was loomed over by men, I dismissed every single one of them. I desired my space; it was quite a task letting others into my world, but I got to surpass that with time. I got fond of love, got emotionally involved with not-so-promising people, and had my heart turned and tossed and broken into pieces, but the thing is, all these things never killed me; rather, the experiences made me stronger. The lessons modeled me into being a great lover, and then I met my husband.
By Catherine Nyomenda11 months ago in Fiction
WHEN A WOMAN CRIES, THE UNIVERSE LISTENS!
It takes losing something important, to realize that it actually meant something. So, when a woman cries, someone listens. If it’s not you, then it’s the universe. Whoever listens, acts. Don’t let the universe act. For it’ll be against you.
By Catherine Nyomenda11 months ago in Motivation
MAN TO THE WORLD
I just lost my job, and because I am a man, I am not allowed to talk about it. I am not to utter a single word to my wife because all hell will break loose. I have two kids; my firstborn is eight, and the second born is two weeks old. My wife has made a decision not to have more kids for fear of losing her figure. She says that once she becomes shapeless, I’ll start preying on small girls, which to some extent is true. I am a man, you know, and a woman is a man’s weakness. I love my wife, but that doesn’t stop me from appreciating God’s wondrous creation. But now that my job is gone, I cannot turn my head to look at the nice buttocks that pass my way. I have nothing to offer these beautiful lasses. It’s the world of today that lies to our girls. They believe money is everything. That it buys you happiness could somehow be true, but then again, how long does it last? Look at me now; I have like two naira in my account. My wife needs maintenance; my kids need clothes, shoes, toys, food, and school fees. The bills are calling me by name. Where do I even start?
By Catherine Nyomenda11 months ago in Men