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I have always been a social misfit. I’m not joking. I don’t mean that in a I cannot relate with people kind of way. What this means is that I don’t always seem to fit in whatever society I find myself in. I just don’t fit. Back in my high school days, I wrote an article titled, “real social fitness” that got published in the school magazine. Maybe it was my way of exonerating myself from the “social misfit” cloud that hung over me.

When all my friends were dating and sharing gifts with their boyfriends, I was busy writing poems for them. Who does that? The one time I tried to fit in by partying in my first year at the university, it was so weird. I could feel my salamanda shoes and skimpy skirt begging me to stop. That same year, I met Jesus or rather, Jesus met me. That changed my life completely and my inability to conform intensified. From being the girl with neither swag nor stylish shoes in secondary, to being the girl with no boyfriend in high school, I became an official “church girl”

These days, I no longer meet people in school but on social media. I have discovered that I still do not fit! I have accepted my fate. I will never be a modern “geh”. Here is why:

I need my man

Mr N is not permitted to die. Who is going to pay the bills, fix things around the house or service the cars? I hardly know how those things happen. I am not some Miss Independent who can do it all on her own and needs no man. I am not one who refuses to take her husband’s last name because I want to be viewed as a stong self-sufficient woman. I need my man.

My place is in the kitchen

While my mates are busy chanting, “a woman’s place is not in the kitchen” I am spending/enjoying most of my life in the kitchen. You see why I say I don’t fit? I am not team #wifenotcook. I am team #feedhusbandtillhecanttakeitanymore.

I don’t have Kim K’s body

And I’m not obsessed with having that kind of body either. My backyard is nothing to write to Ntamassen about. I do not have a killer flat tummy. My belly is something far, far away from flat. Thank God for big blouses, which I use to cover the multitude of sins. Ha.

I am not widely travelled

These days I see modern “gehs’ on social media visiting all sorts of places: Bangladesh, Thailand, the Bahamas, Cuba, Dubai, even Ukraine. For me, it’s by the special grace of God that I entered America. And even in this America I almost still live like the contri geh that I am. No sipping pina coladas on the beach with a Prada purse and lamboutine shoes. Is it lamboutine or louboutine?

I have never worn human hair

And I don’t intend to buy any human parts called hair to add to my head. The thought alone scares me. But let me tell you the truth, the prices scare me more. All that money for hair???

I do not dress to kill

On most days, I dress to cover the body. I hardly know what the reigning fashion outfit is. You can still find me wearing things that were en vogue in the early 2000s. In fact, a woman saw me the other day in a store and said my shirt reminded her of something she used to wear in the 90s. And I honestly thought I was being stylish. Chai, I have suffered.

My selfies are not perfect

My selfie game is so not-on-point. I often try to take as many as I can then I give up because for some reason, the camera in my hand cannot produce the picture in my heart. Why?

So for the reasons above, I will never be a modern girl. Do you identify with any of the things I listed? Are you a modern “geh” or modern “boi”?

About Precious

Welcome to my core! I am Precious Nkeih, the recipe developer and writer right here on my blog, Precious Core. My goal is to show you insanely delicious recipes you can replicate in your kitchen. And I love to tell stories too. Hope you find recipes here that will make cooking easier for you! Check me out on YouTube at YouTube.com/PreciousKitchen.

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  1. wow Precious u be die, ur way of telling it as it is …simply amazing. You are just perfect and yes im a social misfit too in soooo many ways but i guess it will take a whole year for me to express it as u do. Keep it up girl

  2. Hahahahaha u are very funny… my definition of a modern woman is that kind of girl that make things happen and has her life in order. Well i can totally relate with you as being a social misfit back in the day. So I learnt to set my rules and my standards. And according to those rules I belong to that class that “run the world” hahahahaha ……….Furthermore when I look back I think being a socially ‘misfit’ was actually a good thing. Because it saved me from all the high school dramas and gave me enough time to make me what I am today. So I thank God for my misfit life hahahaha

    1. Yes Awa, being socially misfit was actually a good thing! When I look back today, I’m so grateful that I didn’t fit in. My inability to fit in helped me focused on the things that really mattered. So yes to not fitting in!
      Thank you for sharing, dear.

  3. oh Goodness ! Precious my ribs I’m on the floor laughing like an idiot. You sure just made my day. So authentic you sure are one special lady and please just be you. This write up brought up some memories when ï tried to fit it but at one point I just gave up. concentrated on my studies, strong Church girl, my love for cooking and worked hard to make my own money. I learned to just live and love the authentic me rather than be a copy of someone else.

    1. Glad you loved it, Harriet!
      Yes to being authentic! Pretending to be someone else is just too tiring.
      Thanks for sharing, dear!

  4. Wow. I have been following for a while now. I am so amazed by your honesty. I feel same too but fear to express myself.

    1. Don’t be scared to be who you are, Lyly. God loves you just the way you are. Hope to see more of you around here, dear.

  5. I enjoyed reading your post dear Precious. You are a born writer and i totally relate with the human hair thingy, can’t talk myself into wearing someone else’s, (probable dead, don’t know why I think so) hair. Don’t change a thing. You are beautiful just the way you are.

    1. Awww Hilli, so glad to have you here. Thanks for dropping a comment. That human hair thing baffles me. I won’t change a thing about me.