Got into a bit of history about Great Britain and America. During my research on the topic as a slave, I stumbled on some interesting facts. Here it is in form of a diary. Enjoy!
In this article, I support the patriot's which are American's. I plead for their emancipation away from Britain.
DAY ONE
November 1st 1775
Hello Diary,
As I sit peering
through my window and gazing upon the exquisite sky, I notice the scorching sun
as it sets majestically on the horizon smiling intensively at me. I perceive
the compelling odours of flowers and the freshness of the air. A new day it is!
But as I endeavour to scan my
Dear younger self,
How do you do? Its your thirteenth birthday. You know that time you are expected to go wild for some reason. I know your mind has harbored thoughts and this day would only make them surface. I plead with you to be reasonable.
I think all the inhabitants of planet earth would vehemently agree with me that the world has gone crazy. I mean with all the shootings that have been reoccurring, I'll be right to say some people have some nuts loose. Yeah so before I start
A walk in the woods? On a Sunday? I need a punch in the face. So if your hands are aching for some exercise you can always come down here to put them to work. Well, giving that I permit you access to my face. I do not think that would be happening anytime soon but you know the saying "A patient dog eats the fattest bone?" Booyeah!
I went down to the woods with a couple of people - My friend, brother and cousin. You can easily tell am not as adventurous as I portrayed myself to be earlier on. I love my life and I love to be safe. Hence, I didn't go alone.
It was kind of scary even though I had people around me. The place was enclosed. It was almost as if I had been hauled into a box. You must also keep in mind that I do not have a car and so I had to walk my way from church to the woods in my heels. Yes my heels because my silly self did not count it as worthy to tuck my flats in my bag. Haha if my bag could actually fit one.
The place was sloppy and each time I walked, I had to be meticulous about each step I made. I am still in awe. I do not know how I made it home without being all sore.
Culled up from a Magazine - 'The Princess' MONDAY!
Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home. It's fun to cook for Alfred. Today I made him an angel food cake and the recipe said; 'Beat 12
I know what you are thinking - Are you nuts?! But Hey! If I might have your attention and perhaps calm those flames with soothing and comprehensible words, maybe thou would hearken to me. If only it be for a trice at least I got you for this moment.
My little hands got idle. Like boredom was literally eating me away. The day seemed to drift away in a dawdling manner. I could hear the sound of my clock. I could hear it ticking away and still no sign of fulfillment in my daily venture. I assure you If I got a call that instant, I'll leap both out of fright for the day had been bare and calm and out of happiness for my fingers would be triggered back to life. Finally! A message I'll constantly mumble as I toy with my phone.
1Each day is a story, just like your pen strokes the sheets of your notebook. Hitting it hard to narrate your tale of the day. What did yours tell today? With time, each day evolves into a notebook that others can now cuddle and read. Trust me! it'll