I Am Me, African!

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I am caucasian but in the eyes of many, “you are white”, they say …

Silently I tread, smiling I march.

I cannot point fingers at anyone, so I sit still because let’s face, it takes a special deftness to be or feel something that you are not. How can you convey a state of being to someone?

As human beings, we act and behave differently. We are not the same. We don’t have the same DNA. We are individuals.

Perception does not always denote being, so I smile. They don’t get it. So, I keep going. And when my African roots unintentionally manifests itself, verbally or through dancing, many react and do a double take, as it unhurriedly becomes apparent to them… yet bewildered and bashful, in a quite whisper they ask, “are you white?” Grinning, I move on.

I know who I am. Half of me belongs to the world and the other half, to me. I am me. I am my own creation, a blend of color, life and dreams. I am white. I am african. I am million other things the word cannot define. I am the “whisper” that defines us. I am the hip-vibrating hips when I hear the drums playing. I am the spice I grew up eating. I am the color of my flags. I am a person. I am me.

Happy African Women’s Day my beautiful country women. You are every race and hearts in this one continent of ours, Africa.

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P.S. My niece Marta wrote this beautiful piece in portuguese, she speaks and writes perfect english, on her Facebook page in observance of African Women’s Day today, I love it so much that I decided to translate it and share it with you.

Rolling, Rolling, Rolling

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It is Friday and the weekend. Are you ready to roll? Wherever you are, have a joyous and blessed weekend. Enjoy it. Enjoy the day, the afternoon, the evening. Enjoy your friends, family, colleague. Enjoy the company. The Food. The camaraderie. Take to the beach. To the theater. To the fair. To the park. To the bar. To the restaurant. To whatever rolls your joint. Just go. Find that comedy club and go for a laugh. Laugh at yourself and everything. At Life. Live the breeze in the air. The sand in the beach. The surfer in the ocean. Grove to the sound of the rollerblade in the park. The crackle of the popcorn in the theater. The sound of a beer cracking at the bar. The nibbling at the restaurant. The roller coaster at the amusement park. Dance. Breath. Shout. At the heat in the ocean. The fish frolicking in the sea. The colorful bucket of flower on the table. The squirrel pirouettes on the trees. Just be. Free. Exhale. Joy. Let’s roll!

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Found this gentleman coming from the beach the other day. No, he is not homeless. He was just having some fun with his new invention.

Picture Of The Day: Tracy Warner

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Meet Tracy Warner. She is an adorable, down to earth, stylish and poised yellow Labrador.

Everyone has a story, right? It turns out, so does Tracy. Feel free to bring in the tissues, if you so wish.

This is how she came to be a member of the family.

Dany’s, that’s her cute, sweet, polite, well mannered and free spirit big sister, yes I could use all the adjectives in the book because she is all of the above and then some, friend and neighbor living across the street, was training Tracy’s brother to be a guide dog in order to earn girl scout badge.

As fate would have it, Tracy was meant to be a Warner.

The family heard about Tracy as homes were also being shopped with the same objective for her.

She stayed and trained, basic training and obedience, with the family for a year, at one point living across the street from her brother – I can just imagine the play dates – moving then to dog guide training school for the blind for a year and half. She proudly passed at number one.

Having earned her scrubs, she was paired up with a lady but it didn’t work out. She developed a chronic ear infection and under the strenuous circumstances, it became apparent the lady no longer could care for her hence she was returned to the Warner’s on a Mother’s day of all days.

Tracy has officially retired from her duties due to her debilitating conditions but she is extremely active.

She is seven years old and is on a special diet because of her allergies to corn and grain.

No, she has not forgotten her tricks. She has learned many others.

Hot tamales everyone!