What's up everyone, it's your girl Kaydo.
If we're connected on Facebook, there's the probability that you've seen me talk about 'Inspired HeARTs' over and over again. Okay, I may not have explained it but yeah, you did see it in my hashtags.

What is Inspired HeARTs?
This is a body that seeks to create a platform for art showcase. It also builds an environment for grown and personal development.

The truth is that we all have different forms of inspiration on our inside. There's different ways we see the world, that means that there's different ways we can influence it. We were all created with different passions and there are several ways we express ourselves.
What Inspired Heart does is that it gives you room to groom yourself and provides a platform for you to express yourself.


Do you have a passion, a drive, something you think the world needs to hear, join the family of Inspired Hearts and let your voice be heard.

Send us a mail: inspiredhearts1@gmail.com
Like our page on Facebook: Inspired HeARTs

..inspired hearts, inspiring lives.

Hi guys! Let me quickly say a very big 'THANK YOU' to everyone who has been following this story. The feedback has been amazing. I do appreciate you.
Just in case you are reading this story for the first time, you may want to catch up. These are the links to PART 1, PART 2 and PART 3.
Do enjoy!



Slowly the days crawled by. Right before my eyes, my passion disappeared leaving no traces of it's previous existence. Although I often tried to restart my system, it always responded with silence and blank stares.

It's 7:42pm. Here I am having one of my 'moments'. This blue feeling often takes over my soul, wrapping it cold dark fingers around my heart and slowly but steadily ripping it in pieces.
Earlier today, I had an appointment with my doctor. I have been having this pain in my chest for quite a while and very recently it, had gotten worse.
Every time I had an appointment, they couldn't find anything wrong with me. Today, he gave me the same report, 'everything is okay with you'. Deep down I knew everything wasn't fine and I told him that I wasn't satisfied with that report but all I got was 'take out some time to rest'

I know that I've been investing quite a lot of time in my education; both curricular and extracurricular. Week after week, I kept travelling, from one conference to another. I loved meeting people, I loved the experience that the conferences brought. I loved the balls, the dinners, the breakfast meetings and the unscheduled ones. I loved living life on the go, always up and about.

On a basic weekday, I woke up at about 4am and I almost always have some research work to do, some structure I was designing, or just something else that kept me busy. Classes and a bunch of things happened every other day. My cup of coffee kept me up when my body wasn't willing to stay. It was my drug, my number one buddy, I couldn't go a day without having at least 3 cups of coffee; black please.
With all of these things happening in my life, my doctor could probably be right when he said, I was stressed out and just needed to rest.

I'm trying to relax but my body won't let me, my heart keeps skipping beats. Although the sun is shinning, my muscles are shivering, my teeth, clenching.

ring ring

Another heart beat missed!
My phone's ring tone jolted me back to reality. It was my mom calling..
The tight bond that existed between my mom and I had gone slack over the last couple of months. I've been so busy with all of the things that's happening around me that I barely had time for conversations with even Jess.

'Hi mom'
-'My baby, how are you'

I tried to say, 'I'm not fine mom, I feel so sick and sad, my heart feels like it's been sliced and there's a fire in my head. My whole body is broken, my bone, my muscles, my very personality feels like it's been stripped off me'

Those where the words I honestly wanted to say but how could bring myself to tell my mom that her only child, her shining jewel, her piece of royalty, her purple sprinkles wasn't doing well. She's been ill and although she seems a lot better these day, I really want to make the last years that she has beautiful.

With fake smiles forced on my face and a hint of enthusiasm, I managed to whisper, 'I'm very fine mom'



Masks and covers
Black, pink covers
Pain, smile covers
While my heart shudders.

To every one with pain unspoken, you are not alone. Hang in there!

See you next week FRIDAY!
Don't forget that "..today belongs to YOU!"

*sniffs*

Why do people go around cutting onions?
I was on my own "jejedly" listening to music and I decided to listen to "Storyteller" by Morgan Harper Nicholas then slowly but steadily my eyes began to water.


The video shows people who do not have the 'perfect' life but from the midst of their storms and imperfections, they have become testimonies.
Life may not always seem perfect, things may not always go as you want but you can create the best out of it.
I don't know what you're going through or how life may look right now but let me just speak 'it is well' into your life.

"Oh the mountain where I climbed
The valley where I fell
You were there all along
That's the story I'll tell
You brought the pieces together
Made me this storyteller
Now I know it is well, it is well
That's the story I tell"

What's your story? Be a storyteller. Your story, your testimony, will encourage someone going through tough times.

Be one who UPLIFTS this FEBRUARY.
Have an amazing month!

I'll love to hear from you. Leave your comments below *muah*
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Don't forget '..today belongs to YOU'

The very things that crack our heart

Smiling faces were sprinkled all around. Sparkles stole across the room from the white teeth and eyes all over. It had been an evening of continuous exchange of 'congratulation' and 'thank you'.
A quick glance over my pearl shimmered Christian Dior wristwatch jolted me back to reality.
It was 2:53 AM!
Oh my God!!

I never stayed out this long and I didn't plan to do so tonight. I was my 21st birthday party and I really wanted to leave but I mean, who leaves their birthday party?
Here I am wishing I had left that night. It was one of the happiest nights of my life but I do wish I had never experienced such happiness.

It was the morning of the next day, 7:00AM. The buzzing of my phone woke me up. Usually, I'll ignore the phone but it was a special ringtone; my mom was calling.
In the second before I answered, several thoughts flooded my head, why was my mom calling this early? I was low key worried but I managed to feign a happy voice when I answered.

- "I'm sorry baby
I'm very sorry
I did try my best, sweetheart"
...

For real though, why exactly would she play with my emotions like that. I thought it was something worse. We had our traditions. She had never forgotten my birthday but I couldn't be mad at her just because she forgot my birthday.

It had been quite rough year for her. Her cancer was getting worse and she was slowly losing touch with herself.
She is all that I have ever had, all that I have. The pain that she feels, I feel too and although I'm quite far away, I hold her close in my heart.



I did wish upon a star,
From my depth of deep bizarre.
And though my heart was filled with faith,
Hope was often just a wraith.


P:S  All characters are fictional.
To be continued next week FRIDAY (I hope I can keep to that)
I'll love to hear from you. Leave your comments below *muah*
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Don't forget '..today belongs to YOU'