Since I began looking for a reliable vessel that would steer me through life on the road, I've been micro-documenting my experiences. From trekking for long hours at a time just to visit a truck for all of 10 minutes to navigating male dominated spaces that left no room for women. Even now that I… Continue reading ROAD to #VANLIFE (episodes)
On a day that's meant for celebrating couples, no one wants to hear "love yourself." Well, get over it, gorgeous, because just like every other day, that's exactly what you have to do. Laughter, trust, and orgasms. That's really what falling in love boils down to. And you can do all of that your damn… Continue reading Self-Love on Valentine’s Day
I been running all my life. But only just broke in my sneakers. Taking on challenges, Yet fleeing from chaos. Protecting my peace, Yet weakening my resilience. Am I retreating before the storm hits? Or quitting before it calms? Should I trust my forethought? Or regret my hindsight? I am stuck on the fence, Comparing… Continue reading Running Scenarios
When I first scrolled across the story, it was shocking that this could be happening again, and in this century! Though it was shocking enough to give me pause, I kept scrolling, hoping it was nothing but clickbait. Now, a week later, there is no denying the truth: in mid-November 2017, CNN reported secret footage confirming the sale of African migrants in Libya for as little as $400 per person. These migrants traveled to Libya with hopes to be smuggled into Europe, escaping the poor conditions of their homelands. Instead, they are being held captive without food or water, while badly beaten, sodomized or raped, and being forced to work in sub-human conditions without pay. They are being sold as property into indefinite slavery.
I bet you like that flag, Blue-blooded lover of a guns, Oh how beautifully, it waves for you. Should I keep running this race while tied to a tree? Seeing my peers pass me up never acknowledging their head start. So focused on their privilege, I forgot whats special about me.
Now that the big 3-0 is almost here, Im waiting to exhale from mostly escaping the frustrating agist stereotypes of our society. I look in the mirror, still seeing my 18 year old appearance, but knowing there’s so much more underneath. I see a living testament to the mind being your most powerful God-given asset. You will become what you believe.