BISOU NATASHA

We were in school together. My sister from another mother, relationship was turbulent at times, however too many good memories of living together, dancing together, studying together, stalking my boy crushes together and dreaming together...today she is an up and coming model. No, it didn't just happen. She planned her success that continues to unfold. Today, you can VOTE for her blog on the COMPANY BLOG AWARDS. Her nomination is on PAGE 10.
Africa's own.
Here is a snippet of an interview i did with her a year back.BIOUSNATASHA

inspired by Warsan Shire

 

"My girl is holy, is sacred, is pure

is clean, is loved, is whole, is beautiful

is worthy, is okay, is alone, is just fine

just the way you are girl

just the way you look babe

with that dirty mouth

and those hands, wherever they have been

and that sadness, whatever caused it

and that anger, wherever it came from

and that fear, who ever brought it

you are my girl, girl, you are me  " - Warsan Shire

rearview mirror

....my very good friend from college sent me a quick message that made me smile. Shisha and wine on my balcony was one of our favourite past times. If we weren't lounging in my overly colorful studio apartment in Vancouver, you would find us sun bathing at the nearest beach in Kitsilano, with evenings at some hip bar downtown vancouver-if our wallets permitted of course. If not, then back to my apartment watching comedy re-runs and of course our favourite past time, talking. Indulging in the past, relishing in the present with faces alight, and dreaming about a future so uncertain it scared us to shits.

To my darling for sending me the reminder here is my response:

     you remain like a sister to me and although our young bright futures are still unfolding, the memories of knowledge sharing, shoulder to lean on borrowing, fights that challenged our humanities, and laughter that kept us inspired and aglow.....we are still quite bad ass.

fambul dem this is how we do..