Am so humbled to be addressing you today, always excited for my soul to honor other souls #namaste. Am Cissy, tropical born and raised in the pearl of Africa, I have a wandering soul, always seeking and curious for the unknown, thus the travel bug. I like feeling connected to the universe, because of its mysteries and charming ways of surprising me. And the best way I communicate with it is through yoga.
To give you a brief about my upbringing, I come from a humble background, my fitness and healthy lifestyle is a trait I picked up from my late father (R.I.P). I am a morning person… growing up, I had to wake up at about 6 am, pack my father’s gym bag, and make him breakfast – which was no diary, no saturated sugar, yes fruits, tiny bits of carbs and water please! He always applauded me whenever I did a morning run in the garden. To motivate me for good grades at school, he would promise to take me swimming with him. We had a huge garden at home, and while other kids were munching on pizzas and ice cream in the middle of the day, I was busy picking pomegranates, avocados, coconuts or guavas. I would terrorised the neighbourhood searching for raw mangoes. I had never tasted pizza nor cheese until I was 14. They were so foreign. I remember telling my mum about this pitha (had a lisp) – that she only agreed to take me for pizza if I were to make the order myself, (she found my lisp adorable and hilarious).
Fast forward to 2015, I was involved in a fatal accident that almost cracked my chest open. Luckily, it didn’t take my life, but it left me with a heavy load of trauma. I was ordered bed rest for a long period, which, for an active person, is a ticket to hell! What was I supposed to do, just stare at the TV, and watch my skinny jeans not fit me anymore?… As you can imagine, denial, depression, abrupt emotional meltdowns and alcoholism took over. I was sinking deep.
However, the universe has its way of turning things round if you just have faith in it. The very period I got the accident, is the same period my yoga teacher moved to Kampala, how we met was unusual but the timing was perfect. She introduced me to this wonderful practice, that was the perfect fit for my bruised life… and mostly for my chest. Although I didn’t find the spiritual connection with it right away, thanks to yoga, my chest healed 3 months later. My bed rest order wasn’t something I could cheat, because every time I tried to get physical, the pain would be so severe that I would voluntarily stop and get back to pressing the remote, it sucked! But yoga came into my life and swimmingly fixed the situation. I remember Rosa telling me that ‘in yoga we don’t do pain, we don’t force, instead we listen to our bodies and flow with the energy levels’,… what a graceful and fulfilling practice I thought after day 1, and before I knew it, I was completely hooked, and I’ve never looked back. My chest healed, and I found myself again, but this time, in a better form… all power to my yogis. But most of all, am proud of myself, for allow this amazing practice into my life.
I would really recommend yoga for mums, because it’s not just a workout for the body… but also an exercise for the mind and soul, a way to connect with yourself and stay true to who you are. Though am not a mum yet, I was raised by one, and like a lot of you, she never took days off from raising me, and for that I will forever be grateful. With such a demanding role, one can easily lose themselves and this is where yoga would be beneficial to you. Time on the mat is time for yourself, the mat is a safe place for you to keep company with your mind, and be present in that specific moment, isn’t that just wonderful?
Beaucoup d’amour and namaste!