#INMEMORYOF1996

1996:
The nineties was the era of disposable #cameras and grainy pictures. Double exposure or floating blobs of light distorting faces.
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You would be lucky enough to get one clear shot.
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Gone was the illuminious coloured shell suits and accessories.
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#SaltnPepa had #revolutionised leather jackets and large hoops. #Envouge gave us something we could feel and #SWV made us Weak. #KrissKross  wore their clothes backwards and #Snoopdogg brought rompers to life.
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WHAT DO YOU LIKE MOST ABOUT THE #NINETIES?

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Jodeci

The musicial melodies of the nineties is what I loved the most.

#BACKINTHEDAY I went to #Jodeci concert, I can remember it like it was yesterday. The walkway between #Wembleypark and #Wembleyarena was packed with concert goers. To my horror my mother decided we should walk through the crowd even though, we were not going. I was so disappointed my bottom lip had fallen below sea level,  beleive me walking through the excited crowd was the last thing I wanted to do. When my mother handed me an envelope I didnt pay attention to her neat handwriting across the front. Instead, I almost ripped the envelope in half through fustration.
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Inside the envelope was TWO FRONT ROW TICKETS, seat one and two.
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#mamacamethrough
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I screamed and cried at the same time. #charlieandthechocolatefactory had nothing on me.
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After a few hours of #MaryJBlige and others it was time for Jodeci. I almost fainted when Devonte slowly pulled his pants halfway .
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This new project I am working on is called
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“In memory of 1996.”
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Playing old songs and watching old movies has enabled a re-education. #80sbaby #90sgirl..


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REPLAY:
#Music is a key part of life! There is nothing like a good #lovesong or  break up song. Back in the day all these female groups were #influential. #Creating a project combine with music draws on #emotions and #feelings while creating a #mood.
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Putting together a nineties #playlist to play while writing I forgot how many songs were unforgettable. I’m sure the #neighbours will be complaining about the noise tomorrow, but hey we only live once. #carpediem.
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So, in the spirit of the 90s Let’s play a #game..
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…LOOK AT THE LAST IMAGE CAN YOU TELL ME WHO SANG WHAT?
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A. Red-light Special
B. Hey Mr Dj
C. Weak
D. If you love me
E. Understanding
F. Kissing You
G. Let’s talk about Sex
H. Hold on
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ONE IS MISSING..NAME THAT GROUP..?
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Q & A

Hey Guys and Dolls,

I made a post a while back #askmeanything and I received a few questions on my INSTAGRAM AND FACEBOOK STORY. Although this was some time ago it is never to late.

So , below are the answers you have been looking for!

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1. Do you only write fiction?

For now, yes.

2. What’s your favorite book?

I cannot pick one it would be doing an injustice to the others, seriously.

3.How long have you been writing?

It feels like forever, but I really took it serious in year five when my teacher took great interest in my work. My teacher was determined to see me succeed advocating for advance curriculum.

4.What inspired you to write?

I loved reading from a young age and I fell in love with the characters in Roald Dahls extensive collection, before graduating to Judy Bloom and R. L. Stine. I guess I just wanted to create my own little worlds that black girls existed in. It was always apparent that none of the characters I read about lived in my world. When I was introduced to Rosa Guy I began searching for black narratives far and wide. Essentially my love of books inspired me to put bed to paper.

5.Do you know that there are very few black British writers?

As far as statistics are concerned there is a limit number of black writers and illustrators in the field. However, when you cast you eyes across instagram beneath the hashtag #blackbristhwriters more than a few pop up. There are many resources available via social media and Web outlets. Multiple #illustrators and #digitalartist fully capable of providing services required ate accessible.

There is a hashtag for everything

#editor

#publisher

…you get the drift..

#publishers

6. How do you make contact with other authors and publishers?

As a independent writer finding the right people and sourcing the correct services can be difficult. Do not fret, social media has a whole heap of options available to you.

It is important to forge relationships with like minded individuals. So, send a few messages to illustrators and editors you like or better yet click their links and complete your own research.

By sending a personal message you could potentially curate a productive relationship that can also be beneficial to both parties in terms of advice and support.

Disclamer: If you get no reply please do not badger anyone. ONE message is enough!

Also there are many loops on Instagram connecting likeminded people. Requirements to join are below in their description box, each look is different. Currently I am fascinapted with #blackwomenlooping.

@blkwomenlooping

7. Do You ever feel like giving up?

The independent publishing world is a lonely place. So, yes I have multiple times, but something always makes me go back to doing what I love. In someways it helps me stay sane. Don’t be put of by the fact you might be doing this alone. This should help you remain focused on your goal.

Thank you for reading #askmeanything

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BROKEN HEARTED

Jason watched as his daughter wept in her mothers arms.
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“Hes gone Mum.” Nevea wailed.
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Jason clutched his breath inside his lungs as the sob  tore at a heart he had often questioned exsisted. 
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” What am I gonna do now.” Nevea asked her mother eager for answers.
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“Everything will be fine there will be others.”
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Jason’s blood boil as he put two and two together haphazardly.
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Back in the day he would have thrown on his boots and stomped the streets until he found the prick who had broken his girls heart.
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Kelly soothed her daughter with whispers of encouragement but her sobs only grew louder. Glancing at her husband of twenty seven years she frowned deeply. The scowl had grown and distorted his face as he clenched and released his fists repeatly.
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“Whats wrong with you?” Kelly quizzed.
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” Just tell me who he is and let me deal with him. No one hurts my girl.”
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Kelly frowned, ” What are you on about.”
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“I heard everything just tell me who he is!”
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Kelly chuckled and Nevea giggled.
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“What’s so bloodly funny.”
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“You are, she’s crying over a black panther.”
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Kelly roared with laughter as all the anger left Jason’s shoulders and his body deflated. Releasing her daughter Kelly rose from the sofa still chuckling as she stepped into her husbands arms.
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“I thought you might need a hug, you look traumatised.”
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“I think I am, Black Panther has a lot to answer for.” He mumbled..

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INHERITANCE – PART ONE

There was no diamonds paved on these streets, no hood millionaires either. Lined against the pavement four black hearse awaiting their passengers as a small crowd formed. Mother Gee had been a pillar of the community, a leader of sorts. Now she was a corpse the belly of the beast had been ripped open. People from across the globe had arrived to pay their respects to one of the most feared women of all time. For almost two decade Mother Gee had taken charge of the corners and guided her entourage to success.

It was the job of dealer to sell a dream and that included the lifestyle. Mother Gee could sell anyone, anything. You see, it wasn’t the small time hustler driving the big bend off the corner who was making the money, it was the woman you never saw coming. Kya Gee pushed through the crowd until she reached a small opening and slipped into an empty hearse. Taking a deep breath she lay her hands in her lap and inhaled deeply once more. All her life she had lived without fear, confident her name alone would protect her. But, today the heart of their family was being laid to rest and no one was safe.

There was so many unanswered questions the air felt thick with the 
heaviness of treason.

Someone knew who killed Mother Gee and that someone was among them.

The door opened and her steadying hands begun to shake once more. Sliding inside Shady told the driver to move.

“Its gonna be alright, Star.” he shrugged.

Folding her arms Kya kissed her teeth.

“How do you figure that! We are on our own!”

Pulling a spliff out of his top pocket he nudged her gently.

“Take this.”

Refusing Kya returned her gaze to the window. Watching the blocks as the car past by Kya rubbed a tear aggressively from her eyes. The solid grey concrete blocks had big dreams but the black clouds never strayed far from the top. There were good people here, families just trying to make it through the struggle but the hood had a way of seeping into your veins and taking over your natural senses.Secrets  buried in the foundation’s of the walls while the walking ghosts filled the stairwells with a sickly sweet thick haze.

Today the streets were empty, the hustlers and respectgul attendees. A trail of cars leading towards the cemetery had joined her family in their united front. Looking back at the parade she felt the bile rise to the back of her throat and closed her eyes tight willing the taste to dissappear. In her heart of hearts she knew Mother Gee would never die. Just like the legends before her she would lived forever on the edge of tongues, travelling whispers through the walls like the bogeyman.



Lighting the spliff Shady relaxed into the leather and exhaled.

“ She wasnt an easy woman to get to.”


Kya frowned. “She!”

“You know what I mean.”

Staring him down like and xray Kya looked for some sort of sign any form of trickery and saw none. Relaxing slightly she took the spliff as he offered it once more.

“Shady between me and you someone close to us did this.”

Shady nodded, exhaling the smoke into the cars interior before responding thoughtfully.


“Thats obivious whats not obvious is who the person is. She always told us our tume of
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“Why the fuxk you taking this so easy.” Kya snapped. ” Its like you have forgotten she was murdered for fuck sake.”

Suddenly thesmoke lost its flavour, handing it back she shook her head.

“Whoever dis this will be put to sleep.”


Shady nodded

“I wanna be there when they take that last nap.”

At that moment Kya had no idea how much her life was about to change.

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The Silent Scream

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As the haze lifted Lara had been instructed not to move. An hour ago, she had been sipping a warm tea now she was strapped to a chair. Her chest heaved as she panicked, struggling against the bonds she winced as the rope cut through her flesh. Jace remained unbothered by Laras moans of confusion as pulled the ropes tighter. .
“You dont have to do this.” Lara groaned. .
“I dont but I will.”
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” Just let me go!”
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” I asked my husband the same thing. Everytime he was with you I was alone I begged for him to let me go.”
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“You can go now, please let me go.” Lara cried.
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“Its too late! You shouldn’t have come here.” Jace hissed, angrily.
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“I came to warn you! He is going to kill you.”
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Jace chuckled deeply before rounding the chair. Standing before the woman she had tried to contour up in her head and her blood boiled.
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“You don’t get it do you! He has to otherwise he will get nothing.”
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Lara lowered her gaze as Jace glared at her menacingly. Biting her trembling lip she tasted the salty tears falling from her eyes.
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Lifted her chin with her fingertip Jace smiled. .
“Congratulations your sugar daddy ain’t so sweet anymore. ” .
“I wasn’t in it for the money.” Lara argued. “He loved me and I loved him!”
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Rolling her eyes Jace pulled the edge of the tape and grinned.
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“Silence.” She whispered as she rubbed the duct tape across Lara’s lips. “I’m about to teach you a lesson about love and I want you to hear every single word………….
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VIBES

B THE VIBE, DON’T LET THE VIBE B U||
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The energy you give out is the energy you get back. That’s what they say! But, how much time have you put your all into something and seen little return. The point is we live and we learn. You cannot let the energy of others seep into your space.
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The truth is you exude the vibe you surround yourself in. Create a Vibe that lives beyond the confines of others and dims your light. Be you! Be the Vibe….
Do not let that deter you from being who you are instead, use that to create your own vibe. .
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UNREAL

Reece had waited through the depths of the night without a glimpse of her in the distance. Shuddering from the morning breeze he pulled the sleeping bag tighter around his frame. Everyone else was asleep inside the warm tent. How could he sleep with her on his mind! Nobody believed he had seen a thing, but he knew she was real.
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As the sun rose above the sea line he spotted movement in the distance. The passing dolphin flipped her fin and swam away. Dropping his cover he rose form his spot and kicked the sand beneath his feet.  Strolling towards the sand dune he looked back at the sea disappointed, maybe he didn’t see her after all.
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“Are you waiting for me?”
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She smiled shyly as he remained mute. Stunned he stared in  amazement, her hair a mass of spongy curls and her torso standing on two feet. “Do you speak?” .
“I thought you were a…” Reece replied, unable to complete his sentence. .
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“A what?”
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“A mermaid.” .
The words sounded so silly but the mermaid had been so real.
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She chuckled lightly, “Don’t be silly mermaids dont exsist!”
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Shrugging Reece kicked the dirt once more. “Guess they were right then, I am mad.”
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“My family think I’m mad too, they never come to the beach.” She replied. .

“We come every summer.”
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“I know.” She whispered. .
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Reece forgot about time in her presence, the sound of his name drifting across the waves pulled him out of her trance. Walking through the short path of dunes he realised he didn’t even know her name. Retracing his steps he saw no sign of her.
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From her perch in the sea she watched him walk away with her in his memories. .
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THE ROUGH WITH THE SMOOTH


Sometimes we put so much effort into doing our best and the outcome is not always what we desire. ..
NEVER GIVE UP
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The way to success has never been an easy path. You have to take the rough with the smooth.
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DETERMINATION BREEDS SUCCESS.
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If you think you have failed, you haven’t ! What you have achieved is a lesson learnt and a guide to achieving greatness. .
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B L O S S O M

He stood at the patio door and watched her move the leaves away from the root of her tree. The way her back bent ever so slightly and her hands danced across the leaves evoked his memories. Sometimes she had been withered and badly beaten by the rains but never once did she complain. Standing tall in the summer sun she would clutch her petals and bloom again. Smiling he observed as she walked towards him an old twinkle in her eye. It amazed him that while the tide of nature slowly approached and their final winter was almost due he still looked at her as a fresh summers bloom. .
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