Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The spook “paah!” sound of a pooped balloon marked the most exciting part of my month. This only reveals my misery in having to abandon the liberal essence of my existence. I am not happy. I am happy. I am not happy enough. That’s just it. I live to express passion, instead of fulfilling duty in this time of tension between life and death. Is that so bad? I live for excitement. I miss that.
Monday, December 12, 2011
To shame, with the fact I haven’t felt the need to dip in the Atlantic Ocean. Sad really. Been living in Cape Town for almost a month and my time has been scattered unwisely. Forgive myself? I shall, because having no friends to share the experience would make the effort unpleasant.
Images via whatzandidnext.tumblr
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
My black is beautiful
It’s almost obvious that the print has tribal reference, like the distinction between ethnic people from adversary. And. The presumptuous labelling concerned with distinctions. That dark is dirty, uneducated, and ugly… A dark woman wearing short skirt is a slut. A fair skinned lady in a short shirt is pretty. Especially amongst our own. Just as society moves towards a brighter shade of emancipation ethnics turn almost themselves, revealing the passive conditioning that leaves us in jealousy, self-loath and inherent blueprints.
This post (like all MY BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL posts) addresses self-love amongst ethnic women. As I try transition from chemically straightened to natural hair (NO< I did not cut my hair tjrrrr) I am bombarded with temptations to stake the easy ‘manageable’ ‘socially deemed’ way. Daily! It’s a mission, like all worthy things. It’s personal. Because confidence is bigger than chemical composition.
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
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