Life Of A Rebel

Hello Rebels, welcome back. I want to use this medium to really appreciate every single one of you, I don't take your love and support for granted. The official launch of the lifestyle brand Life Of A Rebel Inc was a huge success, the support was so massive it left my head spinning. I can't thank and appreciate you all enough, its been a crazy ride but it really was worth every single tears, sweat, sleepless nights, countless anxiety attacks and every ounce of energy that went into this project. I was really so exhausted yesterday I couldn't post an update but better late than never so here it is. An update on the previous post "My Story". After my first suicide attempt, a few days later we had a court hearing and I was to take the stand to testify to what the hell I knew not. Looking back on it now I can't help but laugh hysterically at how everyone the lawyers included kept telling me to be strong, they were trying to encourage me. Telling me what to say; ...

I just wanted it to stop, I wanted it all to STOP! As I picked up the kitchen knife, I stared at the icy steel blade and could see my reflection. In my reflection I could see the tears running freely down my face, I saw the fear in my eyes and in my eyes I saw her. I saw the little girl who all she wanted was the love and approval of her parents, the child who lost her childhood to violence, the girl who all she felt was hate and anger; at everything and everyone. This was the first of several to come, the beginning of wanting the end so badly. My name is Ada and this is my story. Growing up in a very conflicted background and an unconventional family was some may say 'bittersweet'; it was and has been one hell of a ride. I am the first of four kids and my parents were not the 'idle parents', they were actually too far from perfect they couldn't spell it. When a child grows up surrounded by violence he learns to fight, needless to say that I learnt to fight; I foug...

Hello Rebels, Greetings and welcome back to my blog. It's been a minute...a really long hot minute. The past few months since my last post have been ones I'd never forget or get over in a hurry. I've had the best reasons to laugh, smile and cry; all at the same time. A toast though is in order as I have finalized plans to launch my lifestyle brand Life of a Rebel Inc which would  be creating awareness about mental health and issues relating to it, also I'd be relaunching my clothing brand House of MBL Fashion and Beauty Empire; its been a long time coming and it's finally here. The unplanned months of break were in a way much needed but at the same time a heartbreaking loss in transmission cause I missed you guys terribly. How have y'all been? I know we have got a lot of catching up to do. One of the reasons I have been AWOL is that my Dad has been sick for some time now and I I have had to take care of him. He's suffering from Metastasis Carcinoma of the...

Hello Rebels, Welcome! Welcome!! Welcome!!! Thank you all for coming on this journey with me and sticking with me thus far, I'm everly grateful. . . . A lot of people look at me on a daily basis and go, "Girl, I wish to have your level of confidence" or "You're overly confident, that must be a good feeling. Not giving a care what people say or think about you, I wish I could be more like that." But what they don't know is that it wasn't always like that and sometimes it still isn't. Insecurities  have always been one constant in my life. Funny right? The badass queen of not giving a f**k had and still has insecurities? Well, go figure! Cause even the president of the world's largest economy has his own insecurities. President Trump is after all being trolled for being bald headed and going for a hair transplant. Being insecure which is synonymous with vulnerability isn't such a bad thing at all; it's something every living,...

Hello Rebels, Welcome to the second drop in the 'Wednesday Whispers' series. I nearly didn't make this post for personal reasons but I promised y'all consistency, so here it is... Growing up I wasn't the extroverted, loving and outgoing kid everyone assumes I was. I was the exact opposite of all those things, I was a mean spirited child. I kept to myself as much as possible, I never spoke to anyone who didn't speak to me, I was so much of an introvert I never ventured outdoors unnecessarily except on errands. Hence I never had childhood friends whom I played with or was close to, I was deemed unfriendly; funny enough I still am deemed unfriendly by certain people. Sum it all up to say, 'I didn't have friends and really didn't want any'. Coming from a very conflicted childhood and background; conflicted being the word not traumatic, I was a very angry child. I was always angry at everything and everyone and no one seemed bothered enough to...

Hello Rebels, Welcome to the first drop in the 'Wednesday Whispers' series. Let's go back to the very beginning, how it all started... At age 7 I had a dream, it was more of a nightmare and weirdly enough I haven't forgotten this particular dream till date. My maternal grandmother was ill and was being taken to a hospital. On arrival at the hospital, I was the attending doctor, a Doctor! Unfortunately, she died during the course of treatment and I had tried my darnedest to keep her alive. I woke up screaming, sweating and crying profusely; my parents rushed to my room and after narrating the dream, they dismissed it telling me it was just a mere nightmare. I couldn't go back to sleep and I surely couldn't get it out of my head. A couple of days later, my grandmother showed up on our doorsteps without notice and was really sick. Three days later she passed away; I was devastated and this would eventually become my first major loss in life. I still cry when...

Hello Rebels, So sorry I've been AWOL. I needed sometime to myself to get my thoughts and act together. But thankfully, we're back on track! My 22nd birthday was fabulous in its own right; I literally spent the day at the dentists', I got a birthday cake from someone I had known previously for just two weeks and it was a much appreciated gesture as it was the first time someone has ever gotten me a cake for my birthday. I initially planned to get a tattoo for my birthday and spend the day at home sleeping but things turned out the way they did, so... After a lot of thoughts and soul searching, I've decided to start a weekly series on my blog and it's gonna be called...*drum rolls please*... "Wed nesday Whispers". I'd be sharing true life stories with y'all; mine and others whom have motivated me on this journey. I will finally open up and tell my story head on with no regrets or fear of judgement. So if you've got a judgemental bone in your ...