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Every two years or so I would read an article similar to this published today on the Independent; Out of Africa: The stolen prince.
The articles are usually good ones; they are descriptive and “historically accurate,” per say.
Oxymoronic phrases like the ‘Royal Orphan’ and the ‘Stolen Prince’ thrown around quite a bit. I once tried to have a conversation with friends who where clueless to the story.
So for those to short attention span, I will write the cliff notes and then share my opinion.
Prince Alemayehu Tewodros was born 1861; his royal blood stretches back to King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba. By age six or eight Queen Victoria’s soldiers stole the boy from Magdala after his father death and then brought him to Leeds, England. Continue reading ‘The Royal Orphan’
Published by June 18th, 2008 in Current Issues, History and Thoughts.
Skinny is out; well skinny is ‘in’ but not as ‘in’ as it was in the late nineties. Dresses are definitely ‘in.’
Girls are wearing light colored summer high wasted dress. That helps plump girls look more appealing while making skinny look bony.
Controversies were stirred up over the last five years. Bony models are banned is Spain and Milan has made adjustments. The wolves; the woman’s advocacy groups and the medical associations have been crying ever since…since forever.
They would like to think they changed the course what’s ‘in,’ or what’s ‘out.’ But it’s market that has decided.
Fat is not in, this is not the renaissance, this is not a Goya painting; plump is IN! Continue reading ‘plump is IN!’
Published by June 13th, 2008 in Current Issues and Design.
It’s one of those things that you’ve been taught to say, but take for granted as you get old. I don’t mean to sound preachy or anything, but I’ve always been taught to say amen to anyone give me a burake. It doesn’t matter if the person is an elder or someone my age. Also, the simplest word of them all : Thank you.
It wasn’t long ago I went through my little ‘re-evaluate’ life phase and I was also re-assessing friendships as well. One day, I received a phone call from a friend. This person rarely calls and would rather send me text messages. I just accepted the fact that’s who this person is. I can’t change them and if that’s the way we communicate, then so be it.
But back to what i was saying. I pick up to hear this person say
Published by June 12th, 2008 in Bernos and Personal.Beshou, I just wanted to tell you are one of the few people that I truly value and thank you for your friendship.“
The Official FIFA world cup is approaching the 100 year mark since its beginning in 1930 in Uruguay.
It took forty years before the world saw an African country participate in the world cup. Morocco became the first country to qualify in 1970’s Mexico City world cup. The team lost in the first round to Peru; 3 – 0, but at least they made it to the stage.
20 more years passed before an African Team went past the first round.
It was in my lifetime in Italy 1990; I like many African kids from the entire world watched as Roger Milla of Cameroon substituted in the second half to steal the ball from the long haired Colombian goalie and score the goal that sealed the deal for the African team to go to the Quarter Finals. Continue reading ‘The Time Has Cometh!’
Published by June 10th, 2008 in African and Childhood.
