I’m not judging you.

I’m not judging you.
By Tikia Joella Isn’t love a beautiful thing?
It is Sunday morning. You wake up, ready to conquer the world. You wait for the usual sounds of the world to flood your senses but the world is noticeably quiet.
Dear Single Christian Girl
Title borrowed from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Notes On Grief which was brilliantly reviewed by Daniella Khanani.
Remember letters?
Dear Dark skin girl
In my teens, I watched a movie about a girl who loses her brother in an accident. She goes to a singing camp where she overcomes her stage fright and learns to properly grieve her brother. And everyone hugs at the end.
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.