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I want to learn how to Zouk
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World, I'm Breaking Up With You!
You really were my world, and what we had was fun while it lasted… well as fun as death can be, I guess. Let me start out by saying this - it’s not you, it’s me… LOL! No, but seriously, it really isn’t anything you did. I’m the one who’s changed, and you… well, you just aren’t fitting into my new lifestyle. I’m moving forward, and you’re just getting way too comfortable where you are. Alright, on to the good stuff - the things I left at your house. You can keep them (or throw them out if you haven’t already). I got them replaced; brand new, free of charge! - my hair dryer, the premium one, from the Immorality-3 line; you can sell it, I got the Purity 5000 (upgraded version, thank you very much!). - my straightening iron of shame, that one you can go ahead and throw away because it’s been replaced with a Hot Comb of Dignity. - my favourite shoes, my pride, though I loved them sooooo much, I won’t be needing them, because now I wear the Gospel of Peace - way more comfortable, and they have heel support… I mean HEAL support. Now, the car you bought me, the one that drove me crazy, I traded it in for a newer (and more sensible) model. I hope you don’t mind… I just love that new life smell :) Uhhhmmmm… I won’t be going to your sister’s wedding. This notice is coming well in advance, so I’m sure you’ll be able to find another date before the big day. Do tell your lovely sister Vanity that I wish her well, and I hope her union with her green-eyed beau (what’s his name again? Elon?? Evan?? Ooooh, that’s right… Envy!) well I hope their union is as fruitful as they anticipate. Lastly, I am relocating; moving to the city on the hilltop. The job I applied for as Kingdom ambassador… well, I got it. Remember how you told me I didn’t stand a chance because the interview didn’t go so well and my qualifications are dismal? Well it turns out the Boss really really likes me… so, yeah… New job, new city and… I’m leaving you, World. Thank you sooooo much for your time and the lessons you inadvertently taught me. Thanks for the scars and the stories you let me have a starring role in. I’ll forever be grateful..(that I got out!). I don’t think there’s much more to say. In case you STILL haven’t caught on, I’m telling you we’re over. Yours Honestly, Redeemed of the LORD. - A. M. Dakpo
Artist: Loyiso Mkhize.
African creations.
Black is beautiful!
Happy with my hair.
Braids doooone. Haircut tomorrow morning 👏👏👏👏👰
I never ask for reblogs, but I will make an exception for this. PLEASE share! I hope for a good outcome from this one…
I won’t get into the politics of it all, but there has been very minimal news coverage of this missing girl. She’s from my hometown and we are all very worried for her.
Please take the time and reblog this. Even if it doesn’t fit the theme of your blog, you never know who may see this and who can help.
Let’s bring Kendra home safely.
THE PROCESS… Braiding my own haaaiiirrr… Xpression colour 35 box braids down to mid-thigh. Crazy, I know! Loved it though!
As most of us are aware, over 200 schoolgirls were abducted from a school in Nigeria. If you have been researching this atrocity you would know that these numbers change based on the source you refer to. If your source of news comes from the mouths of Nigerian officials then it is likely...
#bringbackourgirls Over 200 school girls taken by Boko Haram terrorists in Nigeria... it's been 2 weeks now, and that's 2 weeks too many. Something needs to be done. Sign the petition for action at change.org and let's see these girls returned to their homes. May the Lord keep and protect them in body, mind and spirit.
When I went to Boise, Idaho in December, I met a lady at the gym... I thought, hmmm she's really pretty AND she works out AND she's watching her little boys play ball... We had a nice conversation (she was very friendly) and we exchanged contacts... I told Mama I met someone at the gym and she said something along the lines of "there are no coincidences... there is always a reason we cross paths with the people we do..." I found it weird that she would say that THEN, but I agreed... I mean, it's true.
Since coming back to Toronto I've been going about my life as usual. Admittedly, I have had way more downs than I would have liked in 2.5 months, but today, chilling at home about to start my moping session, I came across a blog on said nice lady's Facebook... and on the blog, a couple of videos... Well, it turns out God knows our needs before we have them... In December he prepared me for my "down" day in February, putting people in my path who are more than just "pretty and friendly" but have a story of healing, recovery, love and hope... What do I have to be sad about? Whom shall I fear? Thank you Jamie Hilton for unintentionally being used to remind me that miracles do happen...
Her blog: jamielambhilton.blogspot.com/ Like her page on FB: www.facebook.com/JamieLambHilton
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This is so great.
THESE!
Sister's Keeper...
Tonight I texted my sister Vivien and told her how sad I am, and how I feel like I'm getting "stupid" and I won't ever competely heal from my head injury. Because she knows me so well, she asked me to write a poem. In my head I was like "shhmmuurrr? I can barely write my full name..." but I gave it a try... Here's what I wrote: "So I messed around and got hit in the head.. Maybe I shouldn't have jumped, I should have just stood there instead... Or just "stayed in my lane" as I've heard it said... I wonder what I would be doing right now.. If last week I hadn't been knocked to the ground... I definitely wouldn't feel like my brain cells are in the lost and found.. I wouldn't be sitting in a dark room for days on end... I wouldn't be wearing 2 pairs of shades because the light hurts my head... I wouldn't feel like a bad friend, Because I can't send a proper response to my besties long texts, because my phone is too bright and I don't understand her sentence... For sure I wouldn't be exhausted just from walking a few meters... I wouldn't leave everything I do half completed, Because I forgot I was... wait... what was I saying? I'm sad. I'm really really really sad... Cuz I'm wondering what kind of weekend I would have had... If i'd just let that rebound fall into another's hand... (Funny thing is neither of us got that rebound so... -_-) So now in light of the pain... the dizziness... the sadness... The feeling that I'll never feel like myself again after this mess... The sense that I'm dumb now because I can't concentrate... And my memory has decided to sloooowly fade... I ask myself if it was worth it... one rebound that wasn't even mine to take... Seems to have changed the plans I was so careful to make.. Was it worth it? The question bears so much weight... So now I wait... all I can do is wait... I ask another question as I sit quietly in the dark, If it was a head injury, why is most of the pain in my heart??" Here's how she responded: "From miles away I'll hold your hand and wait for you to regain the will to stand. And if your head keeps hurting your heart, I'll pray and pray till the feelings depart. Cuz you, my girl, are more than a brain; you are joy and strength and the refreshing of midsummers rain. So hang in there little one... cuz God's plan for you's not done" (Viv has a way with words, doesn't she?) So now I'm weeping like the weiner that I am, not because I'm in pain or because I feel stupid, but because I'm blessed with sisters like Juliet, Vivien and GiGi, who drop whatever they're doing when they even smell that I might need something... they move mountains for me, individually and communally. They continue to love me like I'm their cub, so I want them to know that they are my pride. I love my sisters.
aaaand... repeat...
I have to admit... I like these ladies a whole bunch; every single one in a different way, for a different reason. The new spelling for "awesome" is H.U.S.K.I.E.S.
♫ You don't know how much you mean to me... whenever you're down you know that you can lean on me... no matter the situation, I'm gon hold you down...♫
It's all bittersweet... almost 2 years in, and the wound starts to bleed again. I miss my friends and family... It's kinda cold here, and I don't mean the climate.
*sigh* Love you guys. Even though I feel so alone, I'm reminding myself that y'all are still with me... in some way...
♫ You don't know how much you mean to me... whenever you're down you know that you can lean on me... no matter the situation, I'm gon hold you down...♫ It's all bittersweet... almost 2 years in, and the wound starts to bleed again. I miss my friends and family... It's kinda cold here, and I don't mean the climate. *sigh* Love you guys. Even though I feel so alone, I'm reminding myself that y'all are still with me... in some way...