The colour of my skin 

The colour of my skin isn’t black

And yet the the title given to my race is “Black”

Therefore whatever negativity that the colour black representsis automatically what I am

I am evil

I am darkness 

I am death
I didn’t choose to be called black

But I have to wear that title like a crown and be proud of it because 

I am bold

I am strong 

I am powerful 
The colour of my skin isn’t black 

But I was called black so I could be put in chains

I created wealth for others before I knew I how to create wealth for myself 

I was taught to call myself ugly before I knew what ugly ment

I was told to be ashamed of being black…
But I didn’t choose to be called black 

I was given this title 

I took the title black  and made it a movement 

I took the title black and made it who I am 

I took the title black and made it the greatest title ever to be received by humankind 
The colour of my skin is brown 

I am different shades of brown 

The same brown as the earth

I am the most precious product of the earth

In this brown skin you find precious stones that represent my strength 

In this brown skinned body rivers flow to the rhythm of my hips

In this brown skinned being wealth is created
The colour of my skin is brown 

And yet the title given to my race is “Black” 

Black is beautiful 

Black is authoritative 

Black is sophisticated 

They thought by calling black would break me but they have made me more powerful than ever

The colour of my skin is brown and I am proud to be called black

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We were good together.

Like two peas in a pod.

You got me

And I got you.

The perfect partners in crime…

We fell in love

And we loved hard

Till one couldn’t love the other anymore…

Consumed by life and it’s different flavours 

We grew apart 

Became total strangers 

We both thought we found love in different places 

Yet something always pulled us back.

Just not to each other.

So we shied away from love 

We participated in the occasional hook ups….

But we didn’t hook up with each other

Spent meaningless time with meaningless people 

Trying to fill that void we knew no one else could.

All it took was one drunk night

One simple night spent with a “supposed” meaningless person led to

A morning that was ment to be filled with guilt and regret

Turned into a moment of jubilee 

A moment where true love finally conquered…

Finally reunited!

Till it hit us both

“How many times have you done this?”

“Are you with someone? ”

“Why didn’t you call?”

“Did you even miss me?”

Overwhelmed with guilt and wondering should we try again .

Somehow we just knew that we it just wouldn’t work out….

But we went for it

The odds were against us

And the evens were for us 

Destined for tragedy we took the wide open road to dooms ville 

Fooled each other and called ourselves rebels

We Were rebels that walked happily into a trap called heartbreak .

You found me and I was still urging to taste the variety flavours… 

You saw a future and I saw convenience

You wanted love and I just couldn’t give it anymore…

You walked away and I pretended it didn’t phase me

Yea we were rebels alright 

So much for a happily ever after 

For me that is

As I watch the one I love, fall in love with someone else…

Saw this on Facebook….

Ladies

The word “Eden” is an Hebrew word for “where God dwells”, so the first thing God gave man was “His Presence”.

(1)So the first thing a man needs is NOT a woman; it is the presence of God, and a woman should meet him in the presence of God. Eve met Adam in Eden.

(2)The next thing God gave man after putting him in the Garden was WORK. (Gen. 2:15). God gave man work before giving him a woman. That means a man needs a job before he gets a woman. God’s priorities are very clear.

(3)The third thing God told man was “Cultivate”…… Cultivate here means, bring out the best in everything around you, to maximize the potentials of everything and everyone around you; to make everything fruitful. He only said that to the male. That’s why God will never give a man a finished woman. The male was created by God to create whatever he wants. The woman you are looking for doesn’t exist; she’s in your head. Your job is to take the raw material you married and cultivate her into the woman in your head. So you have been married for 20yrs and you still don’t like the product you get, that’s your fault.
(3a)If your wife is putting a little weight and you don’t like that, don’t criticize her; it’s your job to wake her at 6am, ” Hey baby, let’s go jogging”.
(3b)You don’t like her dress? Take her to a boutique and buy her clothes you like.
(3c) She can’t speak good English? Send her to school and pay her tuition fee. CULTIVATE HER!!!!

(4)The fourth thing God said to man was, “Guard the Garden”. The man has to be the protector of everything under his care. That’s why God gave you a stronger bone frame. A bigger muscle mass, not to abuse the woman, but to protect the woman.

(5)The last thing God gave man was his Word… God told man not to touch the tree; God never told the woman about the tree, NEVER!!!….. Which means it was the man WHO received the word of God and his job was to teach his wife the word of God.

NOTE: Nothing frustrates a woman like when she asks her man “So what do you think” and the dummy answers “what ever you think is OK”….or keeps quiet. ..Giving Silence…mmmm.
Don’t do that bro, don’t do that. She’s looking for knowledge and direction. That was the last command God gave to man in Vs 17.
★Now watch this: in verse 18, God said, “It is not good for this man to be alone”. Now, don’t just read the statement fast, read it again slowly, ” it is not good for THIS MAN to be alone”.
WHAT MAN???
Answer : The man who is:
*In his presence
*Has a job (working)
*Can Cultivate you
*Can protect you
*Can teach you.
So here’s the problem:

★ if you meet a man who doesn’t like God’s presence, isn’t working, can’t cultivate you, can’t protect you and can’t teach you, then…..
IT IS GOOD FOR THAT MAN TO BE ALONE! *Full Stop!*

Its still there….

That thing…

That thing man…
You know this thing.
That thing that grown folks say it no longer exists.
That if you find it, hold on to it with both hands coz there won’t be any other.
That thing that we young folk say is over rated  and yet we use and abuse it to get what we want, who we want,  when we want it.
Funny enough this thing…
This thing has a mind of it’s own.
You can’t control it
You can’t see it
You can’t say no to it.
But then again  that thing doesn’t take no for an answer
The more you resist is the more you give this thing power.
It’s has a way of making the strong and mighty weak.
The worst and I mean the worst of the worst are even affected by this thing.
This thing….
This thing called love…
L.O.V.E
Four simple letters
One power word
Only needs two souls to create it.
Two blind souls who at first kiss knew that it was there.
Who tried to sabotage it.
Run away  from it.
Fight it.
Bribe it.
But it just grew stronger.
Like I said this thing has a mind of it’s own….
It can’t be controlled.
This thing literally  bind these souls to each other.
Forever connected to find their way back to each other…
All because they got caught by this thing.
This thing called love…

Her journey begins…

When I look in the mirror.

I see the same old girl,

The dull face girl that’s just plain and boring,

I see a useless waste of energy. 

Insecure unworthy damsel.

A tramp!

Everyday I look in the mirror…

I die a little every time.

I see  the disgusting figure I called ME!

I see a stranger staring back at me

I feel the eyes of judgement tear me apart one chrge at a time.

I hear tormenting laughs of my estranged evil self.

The daily remind of feeling mediocre every time I looked at my reflection 

Having first learnt to say I hate myself before I knew what it meant… 

just by looking in the mirror.
Today I looked in the mirror…
For the first time I saw something different,

I saw her…

I felt her  beautiful soul,

Full of life with so much to offer.

I saw a fire ignite in my eyes,

I found a new passion within myself.

I reconciled with myself.

I looked in the mirror 

And….

I fell in love with who I saw.

I fell in love with the new feeling I gave myself.

I fell in love with my entire being.

When I looked in the mirror 

I saw the queen I was ment to be.