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BEYONCE , I love her

Beyonce, The Gentlewoman's Spring/Summer 2013 issue

Beyonce, The Gentlewoman's Spring/Summer 2013 issue

Beyonce ,Vorgue March 2013 issue

WHAT A MOVING POEM

Because I love reading, I came across this poem that moved me. It has that sense of complete affection and that deep longing of wanting to see your love. I must admit, I dropped a tear for second, so I thought that I should share it wit you,here it goes...

LETTER FROM A CONTRACT WORKER

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

a letter that would tell

of this desire

to see you

of this fear

of losing you

of this more than benevolence that I feel of this indefinable ill that pursues me of this yearning to which I live in total surrender …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

a letter of intimate secrets,

a letter of memories of you,

of you

of your lips red as henna

of your hair black as mud

of your eyes sweet as honey

of your breasts hard as wild orange

of your lynx gait

and of your caresses

such that I can find no better here …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that would recall the days in our haunts our nights lost in the long grass that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum trees the moon filtering through the endless palm trees that would recall the madness of our passion and the bitterness of our separation …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love,

that you would not read without sighing

that you would hide from from papa Bombo that you would withhold from mama Kieza that you would reread without the coldness of forgetting a letter to which in all Kilombo no other would stand comparison …

I wanted to write you a letter

my love

a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind a letter that the cashews and coffee trees the hyenas and buffaloes the alligators and grayling could understand so that if the wind should lose it on the way the beasts and plants with pity for our sharp suffering from song to song lament to lament gabble to gabble would bring you pure and hot the burning words the sorrowful words of the letter I wanted to write to you …

I wanted to write you a letter …

But oh my love, I cannot understand

why it is, why, why, why it is, my dear

that you cannot read

and I – Oh the hopelessness! – cannot write!

BY ANTONIO JACINTO

THIS IS WHY I LOVE AFRICA

THE PORT 

Nigeria born/based photographer

Lakin Ogunbanwo

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One of my Favorite sites to visit. Very Original, very Homely and so African. The photographer simply convey what is really means to be African. I love it, I love it oh I love it! 

MY GOOD MORNING DAY

MY GOOD MORNING DAY

Waking up this morning,I released how beautiful it is to still be kicking. life is so beautiful!!!!! oh how I wish everybody would feel as good as I feel today..... so I wrote something beautiful, here it goes;

It was my good morning day when I woke up with a smile on my face, with my heart full of great zest and a sense of fulfillment  I jumped out of bed then head straight to my mirror. Then I saw a brown skinned African lady, with uncombed African hair, her eyes were shinning like dew at dawn, with no makeup on her face. Being pleased with what I saw in the mirror, I smiled, and then she smiled back at me with a glowing bold beautiful smile. Being charmed by her smile, I then came to my senses and then laughed out loud, “Damn! God was really in a good mood when He made me. With me being a black beauty, I am starting to think that He was actually eating brown chocolate when he made me” I said.

I then turned around looking at my sexy body on the mirror (wearing my short pajamas , then I sighed, she is quite sexy too, I said. Then I walked back and forth with a cat walk noticing my movement, *blink* she walks better that Naomi Campbell. Noticing the time, OMG, I am running out of time. Then I ran to the bathroom and took a shower singing Cristina Aguilera’s song…... “I am beautiful no matter what they say; I am beautiful in every single way…”

“Zebras are born with stripes and they do not even spend an ounce of energy trying to change their stripes in to spots”. There is really, really no need for anyone to torture themselves trying to alter their natural look so they could look like some model on a cover of a magazine. There is no need to undergo costly critical surgeries to try to please someone or obtain a certain look.

We need to come to our senses, look at ourselves and actually acknowledge the fact that we are totally different individuals and we are different in our own unique special ways. The least we can do is to accept ourselves the way we are and make peace with what we see in the mirror. There will always be negative people trying to shoot you down and kick you while you are on the ground. Never give such people that pleasure. Always tell yourself that you are beautiful, you do not have to wait for someone to tell you that.
You should comfortably be able to tell yourself that, I am so in love with the shape of my body, the color of my skin and the way the organs on my face are put and shaped, with a smile. Low self-esteem is the killer of all dreams and visions, because the confidence to outshine and to express yourself it is either not there or low.

Dr Lanette Hattingu and Heinrich Classen wrote: Your self-image can be your most powerful tool or your worst enemy, self-acceptance can set you free, but unhappiness within you, with yourself, can keep you hostage. Your relationship with yourself will determine the outcome of your life.