The colors of a girl's imagination is an innocent beauty that no man could see. She always depends on her intuition of colors to justify the situation she is in.
I painted my nails black and white yesterday. Was it fashion - no... I love doing manicure, but this time it was rather a revelation of my inner thoughts, feelings, dialogue.
Yesterday, I was wandering through the web (we often do that don't we?) I came across a story on a news website. The story was on black models being shunned in the modeling industry.
I hope to live my life in a way that is: 1) true to my divine existence, 2) consistent with what my ancestors wished, fought and died for, 3) in harmony with Mother Nature, 4) sustainable, 5) full of
Blogging?!? Do I really blog? I guess that I do, although I had not thought of myself as a blogger previously.
“Young Black Woman what’s your name?… It’s pride and beauty For I have no shame. I’m Young Black Woman. You know my name.” Sebek Sanyika
The dreams of a black woman are very fair and her truth pitch dark She is born with a pain to which no colour can be assigned It borrows the colour of water to fill her eyes
What excites me most about Web 2.0 is: 1) the ability to expand social impact through media, dissemination of information, training and consulting opportunities; 2) the potential to research and devel