Have a Bench and Let Me Tell you a Story. But I Still Love Her. I fell in love with a. Took over the blogging role from her, she smiled and allowed. To continue with the job. Her tiredness must have started kicking in. I had been seeing her being caressed and appreciated by other people and my blood boiled with anger until 2012 when I finally nailed her. She meant everything to me. Nothing I asked of her was hard for her to deliver.

As above, so below. LETTER TO MY 22 YEAR OLD SELF; SELF ACCEPTANCE. So you just turned 22, great right? This is how, this letter will help you in your new journey of self acceptance and hopefully through life. First of all, it is time to accept yourself physically, you think you are too dark? Or maybe too tall? Someone called you ugly duckling because you are a dark skinned African woman? Do they not know that you are African? Ad that this is Africa? Now, what is life without friends? .