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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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ONE DROP

Antons blood still splattered upon her face Jess paced the floor leaving a flurry of footprints in the lush carpet. The night had passed and morning had arrived yet her feet kept moving ata steady pace. Seated by the window Natashia shivered as every bone in her body rattled with fear listening to Jess explain her plan she remained silent. In the last three months Jess had become obsessed with justice she didn’t really need. Everything she had done of her own accord yet, somehow she still felt violated.
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“What do you think?” Jess quizzed.
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Glancing at her blinding beauty Natashia only saw an unreachable darkness.
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“You can’t be serious! That’s…Mur..der..” She replied slowly, the words leaving her lips locked her jaw as Jess smiled.
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“We’re not gonna kill anybody.” Jess spat. ” No that would be to easy!”
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Natashia shook her head hard, ” This doesn’t even make sense.
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“It will soon, you see this….” Brandishing the swish army knife Jess laid the blade against her fingertip and squeezed a bubble of ward red liquid from her veins.


“This is everything we need.”
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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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BEYOND THE DARKNESS


She waited year for the devotion she laid out in return only to be disappointed. Taking her dignity and her pride she walked into the light. Standing in the darkness he yelled her name, drowned out by tumultuous rains. Refusing to look back she released her pain, she would never know darkness again. .
Moral of the story: Do not let another be the key to your happiness. Find peace in yourself and your happiness will find you…
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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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T H E  F R E Q U E N C Y:

They disturbed the earth with their presence, blinded the sun with their shine. Unite sisters that have been adorned by the heavenly divine. They came to win, everytime. Their speech was like beautiful music, a tune you can rewind. A smile from their lips a picture you can keep in your mind. As they  dance across your frequencies moving evolving over time. .
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I wrote this after another morning of sullen faces and silence. What happened to a general ‘morning’s or a bright good afternoon’s?
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SUMMER LOVIN’

The summer had came and settled in preparation for the passing Autumn breeze. Yet, here they were still stuck in the heat of their love. Four whole weeks of discovery gathering pieces of each other and storing them inside memories. That time had come to an end and the reality of life lost in fairy tale adventures and stolen kisses had come to an end. Who had thought she would find a gem in the small coastal village.

The bench had grown warm beneath them as they huddled together beneath the shelter.

“Will I ever see you again?” He asked.
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There was no easy way to say goodbye so she intended to do it fast. Shaking her head she wiped away the wisps of hair that clung to her face and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t think so!”
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Clutching her hands in his he frowned. ” What about us.”

Shaking her hands free of his she lowered her gaze from his intensity. “I mean we had fun but….””

We can write, I can call, maybe I could even come for a visit.” He pleaded.
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An image of her father crossed her mind and she shuddered. “I don’t think my father would approve but I could write I suppose.” She shrugged.
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“Good.” He gushed. “I will write first thing.”


It was that simple, his way into her future. A letter arrived two days later with all intentions of love and a romantic reunion. Notting down a few words she returned her page with a second class stamp and forgot about her summer love only he hadn’t forgotten her. The snow fell from the sky and landed upon the earth leaving a white carpet behind. Footsteps led up to the doorstep his hand upon the bell. The summer that was only meant to last a season, the holiday love she had forgotten spilled into her winter turning white snow rosy red. .
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THE HAZE

As she walked through the valley of the unknown she danced with slight apprehendsion of what is yet to come.
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The extraordinary sights not yet in her  mentions or even love from the man whom would be the one
Fluttering through the haze she sees the path to follow.
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Taking flight she revells in the risks of living
intending to live a life that keeps on giving.


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THE TRUTH: PART ONE

She had waited long enough, pulling her phone from her pocket she dailled once more. Cursing as the connection dropped she redailled with urgency.

“Kale.” Sighing as an automated service played in her ears she took a deep breath and waited for the beep.

“Kale, I tried to tell you in person. I owed you that much! But as usual I reside on the back burner and the streets come first. Well..I need you to know that I never meant to hurt you but after years of living in the shadows I had a moment of weakness I can explain. Dont be mad at Da…” her words fell into the silence as the automated service kicked in once more.

“To re-record your message press 1.”

It had been a long time since Kale had promised her his undecided attention but the more she waited the less magical his attention became. Between the folds of the streets and beneath the armpit of his non – biological blood brother she was a distant third. Holding onto the suitcase she surveyed the room she had tried to make a boudoir of love and pleasure with a pinch of regret.

Everybody had warned her about the bonded brothers and the failed relationships that had befallen Kale, that was no deterent. Six foot tall and the prefect shade of darkness she had dreamt of his chiselled body before its conquer. Dreams had been built in here, the heart of their home but just as Kale would never truly be hers the house wouldn’t either. A choice had to made and she knew Kale would never be strong enough to make it. That’s why she was making the hard desicion for him. Sliding the wheels along the wooden flooring her feet dragging as she descended upon the door. It was as easy as reaching out and pulling the handle but her body wouldn’t allow her.

“I made my choice!” She exclaimed to no one in particular.Streching out her hand, the cold metal in her palm she pulled down and closed her eyes as metal buckled beneath the power of mechanisms. The sunlight greeted her with a warm smile as she stepped onto the pavement and inhaled deeply. Distracted by her thoughts of freedom, revelling in her truth she bore no witness to the death that held her within it’s sights.

A rhythm racing through her body with every step further away from her proverbial prison she felt her chains breaking. Pausing for thought at the florist on the corner she wondered if the flowers could feel the eurphoria pulsing through her veins as she fingered the gentle petals.

“Going somewhere.”

Rising from her crouching position she stood rigid gazing down at the flowers withering in the presence of death.

“Are you following me?”

“Do I need to?” Daze whispered.

“I’m grown.”

“Your also carrying precious cargo that could belong to me so I see no issue in ensuring your doing right by my baby.”

A churning in a stomach drove the nausea to the back of her throat as her disgust consumed her.

“I’m sure my brother would be interested to know his wifey is nothing but a careless gyal “

Facing him with venom mustered from her hate she choked upon her words as Kale strolled across the road towards their confrontation. Stepping into his arms she inhale his cologne as he hugex her softly, kissing her lovingly he stepped back and observed the suitcase with confusion.

Pointing the object of confusion he quizzed “Whats going on here? You leaving me?”

Daze chuckled ” Same thing I said brudda.”

Gripping Kales’ hand with her free one Karla squeezed it lightly. “I’m not going anywhere babe trust me, the devil is a liar. “

“Seen babe I thought something happened.”

“Something did but we can talk about it later.”

“Well… since everything is all good I will get with you later. Me and Daze got business to deal with.”

Sighing heavily she watched as they skipped across the road in unison her mind heavy with the truth. Erasing the voicemail had been an instant reaction to her admittance of guilt but she wasn’t guilty of no crime. Staring at the car as it drove by she grimaced as Dale winked her way his sickly sweet smile a poisonous bite to a fragile victim.

There was no more running even if it killed her Kale needed to know the truth.

ALL KINDS OF ❤ING

I had drifted across sands and sea, yet I had never envision such beauty as she. Standing in the eye of the sun , covered in natures gold she stole a part of my soul. Even though she didn’t know it or me there was some force pulling me closer. Never I imagined that love would find me on home ground after covering each ends of the earth but suddwnly there she was in the mist of the people who had discouraged my dreams and shattered my wishes.

There had never been anywhere far enough from dissapproving eyes and salty opinions yet back in the fold of the judge and jury something strange was happening. The air cooled as the crowd moved around her aura never disturbing the bulb magicalliy encasing her beauty she looked my way and the earth tremble.

Nudgung me forcefully my youngest sister frown deeply. “Are you ok you look as if you have seen a ghost.” She asked with grave concern.

Slapping her palm upon my brow as if she had a thermometer hand she sighed with relief.

To enamoured to speak I stumbled over my words “I..I.”

Unable to catch my breath speech had evaded my conciousness and love had swallowed my words.

“Let me get you some water.” Kizzy offered her warmth leaving my side, leaving me naked to discovery.

My eyes must have bore through her skin as she glanced my way so fleeting before returning to her conversation less disturbed by my presence than I hers. The thunder in my chest throbbed painfully as Kizzy shoved a glass of water in my hand with the order to ‘drink’. Gulping the clear liquid I hoped to ease the unusual magnet charge pulling my gaze to the wonderful Miss Samson and her quirky attire but I was too late.

A foot away she smiled sweetly letting her hand fall before me so gracefully I gratefully accepted.

“Tara, right.”

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