8 Quotes by Yemeece

The fear never goes away. It lurks around at every corner whispering your limitations in your own voice. and l have learnt, the trick is not to rebuke the fear, rather welcome it. question it, ask it why, and as it goes mute, tell it; I won’t let you tell my story.

Try. You will be embarrassed. Still try. They might not pay attention at first. Keep trying. You will fail too. Never stop trying. You might fall. Continue trying. You will bleed. Yet again, try. Keep in mind, no one remembers the laughter of the spectators like the journey of the man in the arena.

Grief is like the waves of the ocean on a never-ending mission to keep rolling always to crash at your feet. Only sometimes, it rages in anger, threatening to swallow everything there is left of you. Other times, it flows gently, brushing your feet softly but it never stops rolling. For as long as the waves of the ocean remain, so is the pain as long as life remains.

No one knows you like you know you. This will be your greatest challenge and blessing. You are a room and often people will define you by the part of the room they see. Still, your challenge will be to explore every part of you with courage. This is how you experience the blessings of being you, and if you let them define you, well, what a limited life that would be.

There is something about hope that waters my roots. Hope is the painter in the sky, splashing the rainbow with colors. It is water that moistens the clay in the hands of the potter. It is the joy felt from the lips of a child dreaming about the future. It is the only thing that fuels my faith and whispers to me saying; though the road is long and hard, my feet were made for walking.

Grief is like the waves of the ocean, on a never-ending mission that keeps rolling, only to crash at your feet. Sometimes, it rages in anger, threatening to swallow everything else left of you. Other times, it flows gently, brushing your feet softly but it never stops rolling. For as long as the waves of the ocean remain, so is the pain as long as life remains.

I’ve learnt to tell my story differently, to be so daring in the way l see myself, the way l treat myself and the possibilities of my future. I’ve had to stop waiting for life to happen to me. You know, that big break, or signs. I have come to believe that my truth doesn’t need to live to some established ordeal, it can be redefined.

A woman like you, how do we begin to describe you? how do we describe the strength of the eagle, when it rides against the wind and soars? how do we describe the ocean without paying homage to its depth? tell me, how do we begin to describe a woman like you?