The proud nigger vs the bad boy whatara*

I was peacefully walking, hands in pockets, in my thoughts enjoying the nice weather and the little shining sun that Sunday afternoon.

Suddenly, I heard a whistling, not a whistling when a guy sees a nice and sexy lady but a whistling of a bad boy who wants to act badly. Then, I lifted my head, I saw a guy who proudly waved a FINGER OF HONOR while walking his way. View Post

Blacky and Nappy

I was born and raised in Gabon with only 3 years far away from my continent. I grew up proud of me and to be who I am despite all. Teenager, I was getting confused to a senegalese/malian girl because of my ebony complexion and maybe my physical appearance. I was proud of how God created me and I’m still. Everybody liked my complexion, I was even used as an example on the matter. In the rare taunts, I didn’t care, I was beautiful, I’m beautiful! For me, beauty is how you see yourself and not what people think or say. View Post