In my whole life of death and living, collecting garabage on the way and holding onto it for so long - I’m divorcing it. We get married too quickly and to the wrong things. See, I’m still hung up on what on Jerr’ did and he’s still hung up how Marie loved him, and she’s still hung up on Thulani’s car. We have this whole messed up criteria of how love should be and look and smell and taste, we forget to live it and completely disregard love’s being for an infertile idea that only causes pain. I can’t be with someone who has to compete with my garbage bag and still take care of his or hers. My mom always taught me to have a relationship with myself first and always because love cannot be defined by a red rose and valentines day alone, love is universal. Love is the star that’s fading away but still shines bright enough so you can see it. Love is when I say hello because hello is not just a word to back up my facade called polite, but it’s more of “I acknowledge and accept you in my space :)”. And how lovely is it to be acknowledged by another being just like you but a little different. In all honesty I don’t know why I’m writing but I just thought it should be known.
Well done for your lifetime achievement award Mama! USebenzile ♡♡♡
My toes are really pretty.
Fruitie So Smoothie Blend:
1 frozen banana
As many cashew nuts as you like :-) ♡♡♡
My mom and I are in it! We’ve decided not to eat any dairy or gluten contaminated products anymore. We’ve been vegetarian (no flesh of any kind) for 35 and 18 years now. But, we’ve found out a lot about why a lot of products on the market are BFY (BAD FOR YOU). So, for 3 years mom and I had been on and off with this dairy-free and gluten-free diet until I actually researched why what we’re eating is so bad for us. I’m really committed to taking care of my temple and accessing it’s potential. I feel great! Mom feels great! Update coming soon.
Chef: Ngoako Maruka (Vegan and gluten-free personal nutritionist)
EVERYTHING IN THIS PIC IS COMPLETELY VEGAN AND GLUTEN-FREE #GFY
Thought: Black people have to do so much just to prove that we’re human. Black man, don’t live to prove them wrong. Live for you. Black man, be no slave to their perceptions, they’ve made up their minds about you. It is fine. Since when does the colour of my skin determine the contents in my brain, the way I speak and what my food preference is? Don’t compartilise me because I have melanin and more pigmentation. How the world became so divided because of genetics, baffles me. My phenotype suddenly determines my every aspect? Do not quantise me! I’m an analogue being - & so is every person in the world. My skin and my hair is the fabric I chose to wear this lifetime. Let me wear it with peace,& without judgement.
My new sounds:
My ‘Water Me’ by FKA Twigs rework+cover acappella. Enjoy :) xo
All things loved, flourish.