Category: Family

Family, Guide, Story

FUCK ALL YOU HATIN ASS PUSSIES RIP MOMMABEAR

Hey hear is a word of wisdom for you ignorant motherfuckers out there that’s make fun of drug addicts or homeless or poor people. Ask yourself this right. What if you were poor homeless. And so depressed you used drugs to try to fix your problems and got hooked. I’m basically trying to show y’all that you can keep being ignorant to people like that accusing them and some more shit. But you guys don’t know how walking in the next man’s pair of shoes really is. See people judge you once u get labeled. It never goes away I’ve been clean for a little over 10 weeks clean from everything but beer and weed. Shit happen and I go to work got labeled one there also flipped on a few people saying shit about my past to my bosses and shit. Almost got in a fight over it went to big boss said hey I wanted to tell you these rumors before they were spread. A week later fired cause people can’t shut the fuckup. Homeless finally talk to a childhood friend and her mother and her mother was letting me stay there till yesterday because everybody had to run their mouth behind my back and not to my face. And always bringing up Your old demons. People are so judgemental it’s really fucking sad But God knows I am stronger than a lot other people but a lot of homless drug addicts or poor people Down so down and some of them most of em will commit suicide. Or murder.
I am trying my hardest to make you 2 proud of me. I love you MOMMA and sissy. But I feel like I failed because at the end of the day I’ll kill myself and Kill someone. Fuck up with drugs. People can change!!!!! never judge a book by it’s cover. FUCK ALL YOU HATIN ASS PUSSIES
RIP MOMMABEAR. ND SISSY

Family, Infomation

SIMPLE YET PRACTICAL FOR THE LADIES

How to tell that you answered your own prayer request for a man and that he is not serious and you should start praying over again this time for a man from God and not Telemundo.

1) THE TOILET
The toilet is the most important room of the house. Don’t rush to watch his big screen Tv (which probably he bought on credit and is still paying) ,Focus on the toilet. When you walk into the toilet and you find newspaper instead of a tissue, my sister chineke abeg you r in trouble.
2) His Bedroom
Traces of boxers thrown on the ground, ka t-shirt pa mbali one shoe there the other pa door entrance all those denote disorganization in a man’s mind! Also dirty sheets and blankets and if he uses chitenje or bed sheet to cover the window instead of a curtain leave the fool alone!
3) Kitchen
Honestly some dudes amaze me! He last cooked eggs three days ago but you find egg shells all over? Why? the pot still has nsima in it which is even turning green with fungai and the cooking stick is hard like it’s about to be thrown. Again check his fridge if you just find a half cabbage and water my sister suffering and hardships await you. Avoid guys with tuma two plate cookers which have been over repaired and is insulated with shoprite yellow plastics..that you are even afraid to cook for him .
4) personal hygiene
Like it or not you will sleep with him when married you will kiss him and make love to him. Pick the best. Avoid Guys who don’t brush smell those that keep lots of moustache and hair under the armpits, you wana be as comfortable with him as possible! Introduce him to roll on and deodorant. Sure guys these things are cheap, Avoid guys who sniff boxers to see if it can be worn again. It’s not just a matter of having a handsome face or ama six pack like a crankshaft, take care of your home yourselves and your financial and social lives.
To conclude ladies avoid men who try to be too nice and sweet. Often Times the abusers are the seemly sweet guys. Also avoid men who suffer from leprosy, those with short hands, i know he isn’t your father but you deserve to be taken Care and spoiled alittle. I Almost forgot, avoid men with tempers we don’t want to watch you pa MBC TV wife killed from heavy blows from drunken hubby!!!’
‪#‎Ndili‬ mu sceptic tank)#

Family, Story

Love you all. For real,


If you know me well, you know that I like to journal at the bar with headphones on and that I don’t like sharing what I write. But tonight I wrote some things that should probably be shared, things that I wouldn’t have the time or guts to share in person. So, here goes, Facebook. A portion of tonight’s writing:
I know I’ve written it countless times, but I’m so incredibly grateful for the job that I have and the friends I’ve made through it, whom I consider family at this point. I don’t know if it’s possible for me to express in words how happy and fulfilled I am to have met the people I have through Boxer Ramen. It’s been a life saver, really. I wish there was a way for me to tell them all this without sounding cheesy, but for now my proof is in my work ethic. I would do anything to sustain the happiness the team gives me for the rest of my life. Who needs anything else when you can work hard with your comrades and have fun doing it?
…I am beyond thankful to have immediate family that believes in me and supports me, even through my vices that they know well of. My mother is my personal hero, specifically – a very intelligent, aspiring and independent woman. I hope to be equally driven and beautiful as my mama when I grow up.
My brother and sister blow my mind with their talent, musically and artistically, overall. I try to refrain from jealousy, but let’s be honest – these two are and always have been prodigies since the womb. Love.
My stepfather has been more than supportive, and I will forever be in debt to him. Aside from feeling in debt though, I feel I’ve made a true friend since I met him when I was four years old. We share common interests, notably in cooking and wine. He watched me grow up, tolerated my stupid high school goth phase, and still likes to talk to me after all that, so we should be good friends for life.
My roommates are also the loves of my life. Regrettably, I don’t see them a whole lot due to crazy work schedules, but they came to my rescue when I was last-minute pushed out of my last place, in the midst of marital disaster and an overall sense of loss. When I do see them I always have “thank you” in the back of my mind, but never know how to say it without wanting to cry of happiness. I’m so lucky to continue to live in the neighborhood I grew up in, amongst people that I value and love.
Also, shout out to my cat Oscar. She’s been with me through thick and thin. Always supportive, probably just for the food, but it’s worth it.