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Africans in Greece #BHM2016

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We’ve dedicated each week of October to a different theme of African history, this week we focus on the African presence in Europe. Join us as we explore this little-known chapter of African history. #BHM2016

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It amazes how much people will open their minds given an opportunity. These are pictures of university of bath students experiencing foods from different african cultures and testing their knowledge on black History.

you guys are amazing, thank you so much bath alumni for sharing your views and feelings with us, thank you for sharing your art with us, thank you for sharing.

The beautiful alumni of bath. You made this night that much more spectacular by sharing your views on issues that face us black students. You made it wonderful by sharing your art. You are amazing.

Sun sea and shawarma !

Blogging while on holiday isn't the easiest of things so I'm gonna try to keep blogs short and sweet. Touchdown: my mother and I departed at about 19:00 and touched down in the early hours of the morn. Check in ! we stayed at Novotel (in which actually exceeded expectations) which was very pleasant, if your ever in Cairo, I'd say give it a try. Good morning: got the wake up call for breakfast and went down to what was a beautiful continental breakfast buffet. we decided to give the pool a miss as long journeys still awaited us and we (my mother and I) were both knackered. Pooper jet : my mother decided we'd take a couch to Alexandria (Oh Mother! ) a rough journey in which I Was silenced and bullied by the smell of the toilet all by the same passenger. I may have let a few of my thoughts on the matter slip (Whoops!) as long and painful as the journey was it was all made better by the sights from the window, gold and green everywhere, crops of every fruit and vegetable imaginable, marshes... It was all breath taking and then the sea as we came in to Alexandria. Maybe the journey wasn't a lost cause after all ?

I saw you for purity, white as the sheets we refused to christen because you said let's wait. So I stood by listened to your heart beat and tiptoed in time with the rhythm so you wouldn't hear my foot steps as I convinced myself to walk away because although you didn't want my bread you wanted my wine, fine dining trying to get me to unwind, relax hoping with time I'd find it less scary that you wanted more. You wanted to strip me to the core and not see my naked body but see my naked soul. Bodies are just bodies but if you read my palm and trace it all the way up to my portal vein just so that you could see the messages being carried between mind and heart, in order to mould the clay that would become your masterpiece, But to mould clay you must beat it first ...

If you love something let it go...

Only this time it's going and never coming back. Somewhere on this page you will find my prom dress from 2013, one of my favourite dresses today. And for both charitable and personal reasons I've come to the decision that I'm going to sell it. All the money I make will go to a charity called the children's society if you haven't already read half my blogs. I bought that dress to impress someone but it turned out they weren't worth the efforts. I don't regret it though , I looked good and I felt amazing but I can't continue holding on to a dress that I will never wear again. Although sometimes it's worth more than what you paid for it, it's best to give it to someone else who can make there own memories in it. I always hoard my dresses because for me every dress has it's own story, has it's own personal attachment. My dark blue , one shouldered dress was my coming up dress in sixth form; the dress that inspired my alter ego Mya, my green dress was the first time anyone had called me pretty, and the first time my best friends noticed me as something other than the lads, as a lady, the first time I felt truly beautiful, My gold Christmas dress was another wasted effort but holds an amazing memory ... The first time I found home in a place where I felt lost. It also reminds me of running bare foot down embankment nearly missing a boat that we mocked the others for having no chance of making. But the point is there's something a Little more artistic about a dress than it's beautiful embellishment something almost poetic. It's time to make room in my cupboard for new memories ...

It saddens me but it's all for a good cause :(

Fundraising :) x

Charity starts at home... And then climb Kilimanjaro for everyone else

So as some of you may know in June I intend on doing a climb for Kilimanjaro and I've decided to blog my progress so far I've made about 200 pounds but my goal is 3000 pounds. So far I've done a street collection, a back pack, and a bake sale ... I'm gonna do another street collection soon. (I'll post pictures of my street collection) I may do another bake sale and sell some clothes but I'll keep you posted on that one (parting with my clothes has always been one of my greater weaknesses)... Keep checking for my progress the next time you check I may bake a 3 tier cake ... Also if you read this please donate, it's a cause that's extremely close to home, the charity that I'm raising for is called the children's society and helps young people that aren't looked after very well by the government such as young carers, runaways, abuse victims etc and having gone to school and grown up in an area where this is all too common I feel that it's really important to give back being one of the people who made it on to higher education and have a secure future... Anyway back to the fun stuff look for me in my monkey onsie on this page

Touring in London

Weight loss challenge

I'm not usually this vane but I'm trying to get in shape for my Kilimanjaro challenge in June. so my aim is to get fit and I have 6 months to do so ... I'm currently a dress size 10 barely, aiming to loose some hips and gain some muscled... My weight today is 10.5 stones the aim is too shave a stone off. Let's go...

Filling you in...

so I decided to coincide the starting of this blog with me starting uni as they say it’s a very exciting time in life.. it’s been about a month so I figured nows as good a time as any to actually begin blogging.

The first day- Was eventful to say the least, I arrived to my accommodation to meet with my first room mate, (who is lovely by the way), and began to establish what we had in common; we both love baking and musicals (excellent starting point). After finishing the most tedious part of arriving (unpacking), it was off to my aunts house to say hello while we were all in the city, (advice : if you have a relative in the city you move out to they are your food source for the next few years). I then came back and it was time to say goodbye to my parents, I must say watching that red volkswagen drive away was the single scariest moment on my life, it was final, I was alone. I climbed into my sheets that had yet to be slept on, Christened my pillow with the silent tears that new no escape from my tear ducts. After a few minutes I pulled myself together and got out to acquaint myself with this new city, the new sea of which I was an insignificant oyster ready to be opened to unveil a pearl. After getting lost (several times) I found my way back, and finished unpacking but Oh No ! No time, “FRESHERS!” I heard from the outside of my bedroom door, uncertain what to make of it I stood and listened ear to my door, but I didn’t need to find out, it found me and literally knocked on my door. Timidly I opened “FRESHER OUT ON THE COURTYARD AT 18:00 NO EXCUSES!”,

"Is it optional?" I asked, looking to settle in

"DID YOU HEAR ME? NO EXCUSES"

I gathered myself 18:00 was in 20 minutes. Arriving outside, there was a spectrum of students, older, young, different nationalities, etc. This might well have been the first time I felt at ease since I got here. “Right freshers! time to play some games” - I’ll skip the details for you (if your at uni you already know, and if your not I don’t want to ruin it for you)”

and off to the surprise party we went!

Freshers week - a week of full blow partying, (no complaints there), with themed nights. I’ve got to say university of bath you outdid yourself with the nights, well worth the queuing,

Don't quit your daydream...

school, sixth form, uni … In chronological order we conform to these educational institutes because we’re told that’s what we want… But there comes a point where you have to ask yourself was this ever a part of the dream? In my case I always knew I wanted to go to university, fortunately I passed my A levels and made it on to higher education at one of the best higher education institutes in the country. But was that just a series of fortunate events. I don’t remember the last time I heard someone say I’m going to university for the love of that subject, which is a shame. In this day and age people think that studying for the sake of studying is just for people with money and in an age where we pay £9000 a year for higher education I can’t disagree. Any business savvy will never invest in anything that wont give a return, but is this the problem are we all becoming too business minded? I have recently been rethinking my undergraduate degree of chemical engineering, and the only way I can think to come to a decision is to write and ride through it. See initially I loved it but then I slowly developed a distaste for it, am I the only one? is this short lived? should I feel like this at all? and do I love something more? Again I’ve been fortunate enough to be awarded part scholarship for my degree so my viewpoint at the moment is objective. Do I want to be a chemical engineer the unfortunate part of it all is the fear of telling my parents. If you've been achieving since young certain expectations are developed and you never want to disappoint, but when comes the point where you need to break away from the expectations and just do you. let's be real expectations don't pay there bills and they're not gonna be the ones paying yours (hopefully) needless to say even if they don't have expectations of you or force their expectations upon you, you need to have expectations of yourself and meeting those expectations, exceeding those expectations or deciding that's not for you a at all is part of development. Your parents raise you but the truth is they do it along side the world. My mom always told me that getting used to cleaning up after yourself would pay off, but it was only when I went to uni that I truly learnt what she meant. ?

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