misogyny is enamored by us
boys will be boys , they said
but she is a girl, why not………..
endless improvement suggestions
pushed down our throats
why can’t you keep your husband straight, you have failed
see so and so her husband doesn’t do this, why not………….
why is he beating her, she is not clean
she does not know how to keep a man
why will he, if she had been coy, sweet talker, better cook
better yet always improving herself
Be more patient, are you praying ?
while no effort is made over there,
so i say, why not….he…………….
can she clap with one hand ?
better yet, is he still a child ?
endless rhetorical questions
“In the end, the basic ingredients of existence never falter, whether you’re flying business or red-eye economy, or staying home.” Erin at outerNotes reflects on the lifestyle of a worldly jet-setter and wonders whether she’s “made it.”
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I’m going to share my art works and a beautiful mandala inspiration, clearly i have not had time to compose any more poems so, here goes nothing
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via Why Buy Ugly? — The Thrifty Gourmand
Do we buy only pretty ? we do actually, if you have been to the market even here in Nigeria you would see a woman selecting fruits and vegetables or telling the seller “change this one ” i have also been guilty of this where you always choose the prettier or more smooth oranges and bananas or whatever and this actually causes a lot of waste while many are hungry.
Oh god here she comes again, I listen with little interest as she laments on her quite lofty yet unscrumptious situation in life, see the thing is she is pampered through and through , with little interest she remarks on the latest exquisite painting she had acquired from la museum du paris , for a meagre amount of $36000
“you know i must quite admit it took me some time to recuperate from the horrific incident two nights ago” she laments once again
“go on marie” i urge her to continue,
” my most recent maid and masseuse all the way from indonesia-sita broke my cartier decorated mirror” she takes a sip of her very healthy looking lime water in a lady like manner
you see Marie Gilles – Harris, daughter of a french multi millionaire and wife to a hollywood celebrity she met in Ibiza is currently seated across me as it happens every few weeks.
“Although my husband has already requested for a new one , i couldn’t help but think que fais tu sita ?, et elle dit desolee mademoiselle harris” she wipes a mock tear, if her waterproof eyeshadow and beautiful blue eyes would have none of it
” can you imagine this uneducated brat had the gut to say she was sorry” marie ranted
I took a sip of water from my own glass and wondered off thinking if only you knew “ma cherie mari tu est le brat ici”, this leads her on to rambling, i suppose while i drank the bland lemon water.
Marie is friends with me because we are from the same school and were so different in school back then , both being together had let me to meeting marie, coincidentally
“sophia imagine the gall of that asian girl in Jakarta who thought that i was bland and white” she continued
Apalled at her racist nature , i had to admit juanita was south american from Brazil not Indonesia.
“but marie , juanita was a nice girl to you and she was Brazillian” i pointed the facts
“whatever, ‘je te dit’ ( i tell you ) she was a spoilt girl who thought she was hardworking” marie elaborated
Actually juanita went to a $30,000 private school on a scholarship maybe that was her mistake.
why do i still put up with marie some ask ?
because simply put ‘she puts up with me not the other way around’
I have very little interest in most things as you may have noted, an air of arrogance perhaps
” oh marie elle n’est pas importante , lets not waste another moment on her, call that silly maid of yours i need more water”
how endearing ‘i loved and encouraged myself to work a little ‘
“so lazy sophie the bottle is right in front of you, go ahead and refill that glass” marie observes
“tu dit ? ( you say ? ) i work atleast and i operate a charity for poor dark babies of lazy parents in Africa country” i retort
well ‘vraiement ( truly ) i work as a model and face of chanel I’m sophie Del souza, half french -Italian daughter of a conglomerate multi millionaire so i can sleep if i wished.
I can assure you, our evening passed by with little interest as poor servants made a lofty dinner which marie and i scrutinized and had a few pins of.
hey everyone today I’m trying a short story
Todays topic is fake friends, have we not all had them ? yes high school brings about a time of insecurities, can we take a minute of silence for those still in high school ?, yes i got you high school people, hold on.
we all have had a fake friend at one point in our lives especially when we thought that being popular was all that mattered, and having friends in that popular circle of friends in school was our life achievement, we wanted to be that it girl and cheerleader, or perhaps you wanted to be that jock football player, well you guessed it right i was a nerd which was not cool, in school i wanted to have friends and be popular, but i just could not discontinue my introverted nature,.
so you probably guessed i had to move on and continue being my unpopular nerd self, that slept at home throughout the weekend, while studying chemistry or watching tv alone obviously, i did not have anywhere to go, so of course i tried making friends in school, i did come across so many fake people that pretend to be your friends sometimes while they really were taking advantage of your kindness.
and yes piece of advice don’t always be afraid to say no to helping people, i always thought that being unkind towards people was not going to get me friends, lets just say i was too naive for my own good, but towards the end of high school, of course i started improving, but back then i took it upon myself to treat people too kindly by offering up what ever they asked me to help them with.
In essence we all go through that phase in our life but trust me you don’t have to be popular in school, because once high school is over it doesn’t really matter because nobody cares about how popular you were in high school, and lets be real, no shade popular people don’t usually make it later in life, sometimes because of the popularity thing, they don’t study and therefore don’t pass or graduate on time.
Now with all that being said, you don’t really need to be popular, a couple of genuine friends is all that you need, study well and pass with good grades, high school will be over in a few years and that is a very small portion of your life.
Once you realise someone is a fake friend, take them out of your life, because you don’t need that much negativity in your life, the most important thing to know is that you may never see some high school friends again in your lifetime because once you go to college, everything changes as you become more focused on your life or career.
Ofcourse there is also the bullying issue, if you would like me to do a post on bullying comment down below, thank you for reading and
y’all still black
In simpler terms get over yourselves, need I say more