The Detour:

Blacker is more beautiful The only consoling factor is that you are not alone. If you ever think you are too dark, and feel quite uncomfy about it, think of me. This only applies if you are not from Sudan.  If you ever wish that someone categorized you as light skinned, go to Sudan, date a dinka. He/she will always refer to you as, 'my brown babe/dude.' This Sudan solution is a long sho t though. And while your darkness lasts, you can never look good with a tattoo  Damn! No one will see it. Only you will know that you have it.  If you insist that you have one, you might need to prove it probably with a tattoo receipt or go get the tattooist to prove that he indeed worked on you. More blessed will you be if he was cautious enough to install cameras in his shop. The other major problem is taking pictures. Confession;- If I have ever ignored your invites to studio group photos, now you know why. It's just that you are the last person to be seen in the pi

He's my buddy, just. We hang out when we are bored, window shopping mainly. This time he wants me to help him select a beautiful engagement ring. He says he has met 'The One'. I'm so happy for my buddy, you know, because I thought he would always have trouble finding a girl who loved him unconditionally. You guys know Brown? Ok, Brown is also my buddy. Dude is too tall, you might need a ladder to engage in face to face conversation with him. Now Zion, you will need an outdoor elevator. Some of you know it as a lift. Bambi, I (platonic) love him. Walking with somebody madly taller than me kinda gets me mob attention, smiles and 'hellos' from strangers. Fine, maybe all those are meant for Zion, but friends share, right? There is this shop about opposite Fido Dido where rings are sold. We walk there. All rings are so beautiful, I almost want to tell Zion to buy two and give me one, just for just. Finally, we decide on which ring to buy. Zio