MY BLACK MAN ( Original Poem)

Indeed your the epitome of what a black man is, or better yet... What a black man should be. Stand tall and strong like the cotton tree that endures through the toughest wind and storms. Speak with strength and eloquence. So they know you're an educatated brother with tales to tell.

You walk into a room and demand attention because of the confident deemenor your posess. My black man, your presence on earth is needed, as my body is in need of your love. See I may sound like a freak, but this is something God ordained. See the 1st thing he created was a man. His word said... Out of dirt he created you.

That would explain your brown touchable skin. One with no wrinkle, lashes or blemish. Because you are fearfully and wondefully made. He then exhaled out of him and into your nostrils...the breath, of life. Tell me, what greater love is the that? That the man of the world could (take) a piece of himself, to give you life.

 I admire you my black man, and its out you that I was created. So now I get the meaning behind "the 2 shall become 1". Your rib of my ribs, molded with the same dirt, and named after you... As I am a WoMAN.

 Moments when your feel you don't know you place in this world, or you simply feel invisible, I will remind you that you are a mighty man of valor. One who God created to be "Kings and Priests of this earth." I promise to let you know your abilities are unlimited and you're capable of anything you put your mind to.

 My black man, you are my pride and joy. I look at you, and I have strength to go on. When you heart is broken and you feel inferior, I will speak life into you, and remind you to walk with your head held high.

My black man, you are a leader, you set the pace for others to follow. And though many may have their opinions about you, I will be the one to reassure them that there is more to a man than his outter appearance. Better yet, you'll be the one to change perceptions. As you speak, they will see what I see... A man with wisdom as one who has lived for ages. A man with pride and integrity, love and compassion. I never want you to feel less than a man for the things you lack... For they are all vanity. Its your good heart that keeps us bounded. Always know you wear a crown. For you are my King, and I...your Queen. You are and will forever be... My black man

-Mamie M. Sandy

BernNan Fashion show (Model me)

Bernan a young Ghanian fashion designer made the dresses I and my beautiful co-Models are wearing.  The show was a success, I had a blast with God in it, he made it glorious.

MY DESIGN (Edge Un-control)

I wore this outfit, a few weeks back. Woke up and felt a bit like a tom boy, but on the edgy side. So instead of wearing a dress or w skirt like EVERYONE else, I went with this outfit. & i loved it. Its a two piece. for some reason many people thought it was a romper. I made the clutch along with the blouse, with my hammer pants and red pumps.

MY TWO SUPER WOMEN!!

Words cannot express how these two women on my side inspire me. On the left (Late Grandma Mamie Gamanga) on the right (My mommy). I call them super women because they have eared that title. Single parents, Independent, smart, hardworking, God fearing, did I mention...the can throw down in the kitchen? lol. LOVE THEM BOTH VERY MUCH. RIP Grandma/ 4/18/2013

Ankara touch (My design)

Sunday Outfit. I felt so good in this blue get up. I designed it myself...got a plain dress from ross $15.00 and I put some ankara touch on it. I stitched together some ankara rosettes and places in on the neck line, make the matching clutch and I slapped on my red pumps. Hair pulled back with very minimum make-up. Looking back, I should have added on my ruby woo red lipstick. lol

Sunday Best ( My Handmade accessories)

Sunday Best!  I paired up my chocolate brown pencil skirts with this really cute wrap around vest I got from my local vintage store. The ankara necklace i'm wearing, I made myself along with the clutch. I then summed everything up with my lime green peep toe heels for Amicluewear.

My 1st Visit to (Madras Palace) Indian Restaurant

 I had a blast hanging out with my sister Carol for her birthday. She wanted us to go try to Indian food. At first I cant lie, i was a bit hesitant...just cuz. But the first bite of that orange chicken had me wanting more. As you can see in this picture (man e jabon full) lol. The restaurant was clean, quite and the waitress was pleasant. All in all, I had a great time, and I would recommend anyone to try Madras Palace.