Prelude

Being real and honest is firmly entrenched in my belief system. From a young age, I have been taught not to ask for anything nor to take anything that did not belong to me for if I did, my mother would reach out for the dreaded bamboo rod and cane the hell out of me. She was a tough disciplinarian. If child protection services existed back then as we have them here today, she would be put behind bars. Lol.
I also witnessed my father working hard at his job daily without bludging nor whine or bemoan the fact that he had six of us to feed on his measly wage. And for that, I strongly believe that it has moulded me into the person that I am today. I am hardworking, tenacious and have a spine. I have a strong personality but not stubborn (there is a difference) and I certainly do not throw pity parties.
Heck. I hate it when people throw pity parties or play the victim card as though the world owes them a living. I just cannot comprehend it. I believe that we are fully in charged of our lives and if something is not working in our favour, change it! Don't be the moron who consistently bangs his head against a brick wall hoping that the wall will move. 
The same goes for people who whine about how life is unfair and how they are disadvantaged because of a certain reason. Well, life is indeed unfair. DUH. But what are you gonna do about it? That's the burning question. Whinging and whining does not change anything. Besides, it makes you look pathetic. And if you cannot change the environment, change you instead.
I consistently look within myself and do a reflection. I am a firm believer in sustained improvement. Empower yourself and take control of your life. Change things up for you have the power to do so and stop being jealous about others who are moving well ahead of you while you seem to be stuck in a rut. Be bold and go kick arse is what I say.
It's also funny how some people would assume that because I am a potato queen and considering the car that I drive and the designer threads and bags that I own, I do have a sugar daddy who coats me with the entire sugar mill. It's also laughable that others would jump to the immediate conclusion when they see me out on dates with a caucasian man, that I am a gold digger. If anybody is digging for gold for that matter, it would have to be some of the guys whom I have dated. Lol. And others would think that I hate myself. No, I do not hate myself. Why would I? I love myself thank you very much. I do not bleach my skin white and have never entertained the thought of making my features look more caucasian. Yes, I have had work done but that is simply because I am forty fucking three and am one hell of a vain pot. Is wanting to look my best a crime?
Some would even have the audacity to call me a traitor or to suggest that I am a racist simply because I only date white men but little do they realise that they themselves who do not date anyone else outside of their own race makes them seem to be even more of a racist.
Oh well, if only we as human beings could accept each other for who we are and get along, this world would be a much better place to live in, yea? XOXOX