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My Single Story (Part 1): Snowstorms and an Awareness of the Colour Black

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'I’m done with this town! I’m done with this school! I’m done with this toxic environment. I cannot stand the negativity or the racism.' This was my closing argument when I decided to transfer universities after two years in the middle of nowhere, USA. I was tired of people commenting on what “good English” I spoke, especially because “good English” is not proper English. Every time they said it the editor within me cringed a little more. I was tired of being reduced to a colour - black. I was also tired of them asking me...

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The Audition for a New Life

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Natasha was nervous. This was unusual for her. Her palms were sweaty, her make-up felt like it was caking and her armpits were prickly. She had given countless presentations to boardrooms full of corporate execs. She had commanded the room and convinced those of the worth of what she was saying. She could accredit her extreme career rise from intern to junior associate in record time to the fact that they bought into almost every pitch and presentation she made. The company recognized Natasha's talent, increasingly gave her more responsibility and as she succeeded and progressed...

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Chase Your Dreams

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Shout it from the mountain tops But whisper it in the congregation The purpose is not validation And popular opinion does not grant accreditation . Sing it to your soul in the early morn Feed it with dedication But hasten not to take out adverts It needs no orientation . Build the dream not the team Close your ears to the naysayers Tick the items off your list Open your heart to the prayers . You can achieve Even when it feels crowded The vision will become clear Even though initially shrouded . Don’t let distractions prevail Don’t pick up the heaviness Dig a little deeper within Soon you will strike success . Do what your heart tells you Build what...

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A Prayer for Our Daughters

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Dear Daughter You are not defined By man-kind You are you Every inch precious Every pound profound Every bit beautiful Ever so sound . . You are perfect Every stretch a story Every mark glory Every scar perfectly placed Every mole and dimple Irreplaceable . . As you rise And take your place On the Throne custom made Just for your frame Sound activated By the song of your soul Feet firmly placed Toe to sole Sat on your throne Pursuing your goals While all in all, wholly whole I pray that you will do one thing...

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A New Year Mantra

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You are barely a week old You have so much more to grow So much further to go So much more to show You can still rise up fearless Still stand tall and bold . . You are barely a week old And I already know That you will be beautiful You will be strong You will do a lot right And maybe a few things wrong . . And this is okay too For every day is new It is a chance to prove That it is not about the battles you lose . . For even after a loss You are still uniquely you . . It is about standing tall And giving it your all About rising up After every fall . . It...

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Once Upon a December’s End (Part 3 of 3)

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As I descended from the plane my tummy tightened. His butterflies were on speed; weaving and bobbing all in my belly. Anton had asked me to send my flight schedule and even though it had been 7 years I knew him well enough to know he would want to be involved in my arrival somehow. He liked to control situations and create moments. It was one of the things I first loved and later hated about him. As I got my travel case from baggage claim, I laughed as I heard Michael’s voice teasing me...

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Once Upon a December Too

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"Bubbles lets have a fresh start. I'm going to come in a day early for the reunion. We really have a lot to talk about. And decide."   I shook my head to still the frantic butterflies and began to think back on how far we had come. Or rather, how far I had come since Anton. My mind went back to when we first met…   It was the summer of 2006 and I decided to do summer school instead of heading off to Europe with my friends. That was when I met him. Best and worst decision...

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Once Upon a December (Part 1)

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December's phone vibrated in her bag. Two sharp vibrations. This was the notification she had set for her old personal email. She barely got messages on there after all. With an address like 'DecemberDarling1906@me.com' she didn’t expect messages from there. She had come a long way since her childish carefree teenage years where she dotted her i's with hearts and used playful terminology across social media platforms.   She adeptly maneuvered her SUV into her parking space in front of her apartment complex, put the car in park, and fished into her dark leather tote bag. She...

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The F Word

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Event after event Opportunities after another And so the story went From one decision to another   I wish the knocking would stop Every time I get up I wish the confidence remained Then I would be willing to try again   But I find the curious case Of when I set about a new endeavor The knocking gets louder Once I move outside the known perimeter   Then my temperature rises As I leave my comfort zone It's so uncomfortable I'd much rather be left alone   The application lay before me I entered the first few fields But then began to calculate The odds and the yield I heard my other colleagues say The application was competitive Those planning...

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It’s Your Party – DJ If You Want To!

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I had lost control over my own body. My limbs were betraying my initial intentions. It seemed I no longer had a say over an activity I had scheduled myself. Without realizing it my right hand reached out and impatiently tapped the speed button. What had begun as a run at the speed of '8' was down to a ‘5.4’ and getting lower every few seconds. I silently encouraged myself, “You can do it girl. You’re strong. You’re fast. Tired? What’s that?”   Yet body betrayed me further. My heart pounded in my chest and my legs...

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