karnythia:

ghdos:

babycakesbriauna:

nikkisshadetree:

wifigirl2080:

Well.

this.

Truth

I meannnnn… yeah. Can’t argue with this one.

Welp

karnythia:

ghdos:

babycakesbriauna:

nikkisshadetree:

wifigirl2080:

Well.

this.

Truth

I meannnnn… yeah. Can’t argue with this one.

Welp

(via owning-my-truth)

jamarcoaaronshaw:

You know you’re on a Nigerian’s Facebook when

Someone’s comment includes “IJN”, and the next person responds “Amen ooo”

afrosandawesomeness:

walkingthenarrowway:

rastaqueen3000ad:

sugahwaatah:

you fuckers love to go on about how you love natural hair

you only care if its on some dark beige mixed girl with loose long curls in a crop top 

image

Where are the lies?

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I see no lies.

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Nope. None.

(via ilovemy4c-hair)

thatsaudigirl31311:

3njaaadddddd hahahahahaa

(Source: occupiedmuslim, via owning-my-truth)

ghdos:

I love it.

(Source: mpr1m3, via flyingnomad)

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
Happy International Women’s Day

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

Happy International Women’s Day

(via flyingnomad)

I just died and went to Flavour heaven.

This is another tune that WILL play in my wedding period. Future husband, herh, you better start taking tips from Flavour’s waist and ikwokrikwo oo!

"Stop making slaves and servants of our women…The Negro mother is doing it all. The women are carrying the burden. The main reason is that the men lack manhood and energy…[T]he men ought to get down on their knees to the Negro women. They’ve made possible all we have."

— Nannie Helen Burroughs (1878-1961) on the treatment of black women by black men.  Burroughs was an African-American educator, school founder, and suffrage activist.  (via uwgwslibrarian)

(via knowledgeequalsblackpower)

Thank You!!!

Oh my gosh, I now have more followers than posts! Thank you to all my followers, old and new!! To celebrate, I dey go chop a big plate of jollof rice and plantain oo! Ah, I will even add egusi too jare! 

blackinasia:


For the first time in our history, African-American women have surpassed all groups in college entrance based upon race and gender. That’s right. African American women enroll in college (9.7%)  more than Asian men (8.4%), white women (7.1%) - you name the group, either race or gender, African American women are number one.

Video explaining this in further detail
Break the string of lies and end the misogynoir (racialized antiblack misogyny). Shine bright!
(h/t For Harriet)

blackinasia:

For the first time in our history, African-American women have surpassed all groups in college entrance based upon race and gender. That’s right. African American women enroll in college (9.7%)  more than Asian men (8.4%), white women (7.1%) - you name the group, either race or gender, African American women are number one.

Video explaining this in further detail

Break the string of lies and end the misogynoir (racialized antiblack misogyny). Shine bright!

(h/t For Harriet)

(Source: owning-my-truth)

harrattanparhar:

EUHARLEE — A teenage boy who was about to graduate highschool to join the Marines has been executed by a female officer.

The OP-Nat Eye reports that 17-yr-old Christopher Roupe was shot and killed moments after sitting down to watch a movie in his family’s home.

At around 7:30 PM, young Christopher took out his Nintendo Wii controller to put on a movie.

As he was sitting down, he suddenly heard knocking on the front door.

He asked, “Who is it?” but received no response.

At that point he got up from his chair and opened the door.

To his shock, the female cop already had her gun drawn and pointed at him, according to reports.

She immediately fired a bullet into the boy’s chest and killed him, according to Renee Vance, the boy’s aunt.

The police claim that “he had a handgun.”

It was actually the boy’s small Nintendo Wii controller, says the aunt.

The officer gave him “no warning” to drop the controller before taking his life, the aunt added.

The police claimed to be at his house regarding a “probation” matter. It turns out that it had nothing to do with Christopher.

His 13-yr-old little sister heard the gun shot and ran over to the door to find her brother bleeding and crying.

The little sister held her brother and tried to comfort him as he cried in pain, according to reports.

That’s when the female cop pointed her gun at the child and said “Shut up!” according to reports, forcing the girl away.

Moments later Christopher bled to death.

Both the female officer and the officer who was with her have received “paid administrative leave” as the investigation proceeds.

(via knowledgeequalsblackpower)