Tamagotchi

This is a tamagotchi for all those who don't remember what it is or know what it looks like lol. I hope you are happy Olivia,she asked me what it was after my last piece titled My Father. It was/is a virtual pet which you carry around,have to feed and clean after or it dies lol *memories*. Explaining this game takes me back to the time of Tetris, silk worms, Pokemon and you know what? Lol let me not get carried away. If you don't know anythings I mentioned above you are either irrelevant or you are an infant. Hahaha on that not I would love to wish everyone a Fabulous Day!

X.O.X.O
Ms_Curvy

LACE WEAVES an identity crisis!

I cannot for the life of me begin to wrap my head around the so called lace weave. It is a serious identity crisis as far as I am concerned. The lengths black women are willing to go through to look like chimpanzees baffles me. Where do I begin? The ridiculous and horrid hairline which begins on peoples foreheads or the fact that it is pathetic sewing on someone else's complete identity on your head and hiding your own!

I had a heated conversation with someone this morning about this pathetic and desperate measure to be "western". It makes my blood boil and then curdle at the sight of this absolute rubbish! When have other nations ever bought our fro or dreads and sewn them on their heads? NEVER!!!!!! So please explain to me why you do? I believe it's ignorance and fear of the self. If you are aware of yourself then I do not believe you would want to carry around someone else who else who does not even regard you as a human being on your head. Why not carry yourself?

I am totally against it for a number of reasons besides the fact that I have never seen anyone who looks good in it, yes including Nicki Minaj and Khanyi Mbau, it is not doing anyone justice and frankly it continues to turn us into clowns. I cannot take anyone with a full head of synthetic hair, fake eyelashes and fake nails seriously I am sorry. It is true that a lot of girls be walking around with fake from head to toe and they wonder why they are alone and cant find a real man.
 

I wonder if most of you know or even care about the fact that they are making our little girls cut their hair at these schools because it looks untidy and is not clean? That is a heart breaking reality that most of these weave wearing haffers are oblivious to, that thing on your head is clouding your reality. Take it off and think about those little girls who grow up thinking their OWN hair is dirty,unacceptable and unhygienic. She will grow up to be like you, only worse because she is going to spend her life chasing after ideals that are not her own. She will grow up to hate herself and not even know who she is...just like? You guessed it..YOU!! Justify it all you want but it is what it is and that is the truth. Truth is everyone has been given the same amount of hair, just different textures! Don't believe me? Look at how dreadlocks grow.

It is high time you start taking yourself seriously. Less make up, less hair which aint yours and less conforming to a world that does not even take you seriously. Afrikan women are the mothers of humanity, that is a fact, its disheartening how we have forgotten that and our identity. If you take yourself seriously, people are bound to do the same. They say be the change you want to see in the world, so naturally, i grow my hair naturally with the hope that others will see the glory in my crown, my own crown and hopefully want wear their own. I have faith, "Now faith is the reality of what is HOPED for, the PROOF of what is not seen..-Hebrews 11v1.

Kind Regards
Ms_Curvy

Hey YOU!

Maybe thats why..

Peace,Love and Hope..

I kissed a girl and I liked it.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I lived out the Katy Perry song on Friday and let me tell you she was not lying... She knew what she was doing and I was responding and I liked it?!  It doesn't help that she's hot and I remember the first time I saw her and her dreadlocks I thought mmmmhh I wouldn't mind kissing her.  After she told me she only had eyes for the hottest girl at the party and looked at me, she had me. You did not disappoint, the kiss was perfect, not too much of anything just right.This is to you my luscious lover, if you didn't know now you know **mcwah**.

Blowing Kisses
Ms_Curvy

My father.

This one is to my father, who put a spring in my step. My father is the best, aint no man alive that can take my daddies place. In a world where people value material things, I was born of and raised by someone who values principle. Ever heard when someone says I see God in you? Well I see him in my father. Isn't that more reason to know,fear , respect and love God?

This man gave me the gift of music. Music I think is one thing that resonates in most of my pieces. That should give one a glimpse of how much I love, appreciate and understand it and that is because of this man. Through the music and him I must say I have learnt a lot, I have matured way past my years because of these different messages I have heard through beautiful instruments,vocals and sounds. I love music and I love my father. Music is the medium we use to praise and worship God, music is what will be playing in our real home.

The truth is something I have had the privilege of learning through this mans conduct and not his words. His promises will not return unfulfilled and if he cannot do something he always gives you a better alternative which you wouldn't have thought of. God is the truth, he is consistent and his answers are yes, not now and I have something better in my mind. I love my father for giving me my father. He is the reason I believe I am one of the chosen ones and that humbles.

Because of my father I can write the way I do and most importantly think the way I do. Granted we didn't have the best of relationships at the beginning because I did not understand that he is who he is, always has and always will. Just like I am. I am who I am because He is who he is. A man who is consistent, never changing just like I am. Everywhere you go he is the same person, nothing more nothing less but him..just like?  You guessed it....me. Look at God, he is the same everywhere to everyone, people might go to him in different ways but he is still God, never changing and consistent.

I remember I was an only child and my dad went out of his way to get me what I wanted, but on an incentive basis. In other words if I passed well then I could get what I wanted. One of my fondest memories was when I was nagging him for a tamagotchi, if you don't know what a tambagotchi is then you are too young to be reading this blog. Anyway he said ace the term and you will get it, he didn't even know what it was. Obviously I kicked ass in the term, mostly because of his after work tutoring of course. Did I mention he helped me with my homework until I was in High School. I knew that If I did something with my dad it was going to blow everyone away including the teacher.  We went to the store, he thought I wanted a video game, he was willing to cough up big for it, so when I told him it was not what I wanted he got a bit nervous, lol until the shop assistant bought along this small little game which was way less than what he wanted to get me. Just like with God you have to do what he says and hold your part of the deal to be blessed abundantly.

I get scared at the fact that I might not meet someone like my dad. Someone who loves,protects,provides,cares  and values the truth. Someone who is consistent and never changing. I am not saying my dad is an angel nor am I saying I am looking for one. All I am saying is I want someone who is who they are and allow me to be who I am. Someone who teaches me things, someone I look up to and most importantly someone I respect. The respect I have for my dad has it's own category, that ,man is something else people who have met him will tell you. I am looking for a place where I can submit. T he thought of leaving my dad freaks me out and it brings tears to my eyes. For as far as I can remember he has always been that man who has always been there for me and never disappointed me. He has been the only man who has made a fuss about driving me and picking me up.

I guess the Roberta Flack, Donny Hathaway and Nina Simone he gave to me, stirred up all these feelings of love, gratitude and appreciation inside. After writing this I am more humbled than before if that is even possible. That is one thing I learn through my father, he should copy right his own brand of humble pie. This man is so humble its humbling just watching him. Read this  and interpret it how you want because I always say, I will only be responsible for what I say, not for what you understand. The underlying message from this if there should be one, it is that  God is good and I see him and tie his lessons up with who and what he has blessed me with in my life. There is nothing stopping you from doing the same.

God is love
Ms_Curvy