They say that love makes you blind. Well I was as blind as a Bat.

We do a lot of things when in love. For me I wrote a love letter. Sharing this part of my vulnerability with ya’ll is not only therapeutic for me but a form of forgiveness. Not only to myself for being so naïve but to the one that broke my heart.

When I wrote this love letter, it was to not only try save our relationship at the time but to also prove myself to this individual. Of course, we still broke up but Looking back I am still not exactly sure how I feel. I have never been this vulnerable and the one time I did, it left me heart broken.

Take a sit back and enjoy an excerpt of what I believe could have been my vows.

“The past 6 months have been the best times of my life. (And I am honestly not just saying that) Getting to know you and experiencing this thing called love has been the best adventure. You’ve taught me a lot, inspired me to be a better human being but most of all, showed me what real genuine love feels like.

I have not experienced many relationships before and technically this is my first. Some would say I am just head over heels and deeply in love because it’s my first rodeo. I beg to differ because I know I am one of the lucky ones who found their soulmates on the first try. All this is because you are an answered prayer. Due to this, I may tend to rush different aspects of our relationship because I am so clear and confident in you and our relationship.

I am aware you’ve been hurt really bad and bruised in the past. Your heart has been broken and shattered to many pieces several times from Your past relationships. Your ex’s have either manipulated you, used you and even taken advantage of you to some extent. You have been exposed to toxic and evil people around you that I would never wish on my worst enemy.

I may not know exactly the pain that you’ve been through, but I do know it has greatly affected you. I know your scared, tired and afraid to put yourself out there again. You are tired of the constant disappointment. What you are going through now are the side effects of all that bullshit.

First and foremost, I would like to apologize because I sometimes I forget all of these and I have expected certain things from you in our relationship when clearly you are still healing and working on yourself.

I am here to tell you and show you that you deserved to be loved, appreciated and be treated like the good soul that you are. All the wrong doings that your exes did, I am here to correct them and pick up the broken pieces. When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, I want to be the one to take away the pain. Through the storm, the sun will always still shine because I will be by your side.

I remember I once told you that I will be hear for you as you heal and embark on the journey of self-love. Allow me to show you what real love should look like and feel like.  Just like how you have shown me. I promise to be with you through the Good and bad times. No one said this was going to be easy or this hard, but I will fight for us and for the both of us if needed be. I am not perfect and might fuck up here and there, but I promise you that my intentions will always mean well and will always do right by you.

I love you And I will patiently wait for you. I promise to protect you and will never break your heart. All I ask is to please try and give us a chance.

With Love Victor.”

XO XO 😘❤️

It has been about 7 months since I logged on and wrote a post. Reason you ask? I don’t have a reason that’s adequately valid. The past 7 months or so have been a roller coaster. Great highs and some lows. But never bold enough to stop me on my tracks because I still managed to galivant my way through these streets. If you know what I mean.  

2019 overall will forever be in the books. Looking back, I remember having this conversation with one of my good friends talking about how we were going to live it up. From travels, summer flings and just party like it was back in the 90’s. If I must say, I did exactly just that. My mission was accomplished and all that I had put out to the universe came into existence. Not only did I get to visit London for the second time in the same year, but I was able to attend my first afro punk festival in Atlanta. I also got to visit one of my very good friends in Houston, Texas for July 4th who I only met this year in Paris. These were the major events I had planned for, not counting the little weekend spontaneous trips that came out of the blue (Future posts).  All in all, I had a blast and I am truly grateful.

At this point I bet you are wondering what really motivated me to finally get my act together and write to yall. I’ve never really considered myself a writer. But writing/journaling has always been therapeutic. In the past, My best material have all been drafted when I am emotionally going through it. As great as 2019 has been, the best thing that happened to me was also the worst thing that devastated me and got me to a place I never knew or imagine I would be at. I finally got to taste what love truly feels and looks like only to lose it all.

Among my friends I have always been a late bloomer when it came to dating, love, sex etc. In return, not only have I have been fortunate enough to see what true love should look like, but I have also been exposed to the ugly truth of it. Falling in love was the best thing I’ve experienced in all my life. I mean, it trumps the travel adventures and even the love of food I have. It brought a different kind of joy, accomplishment and a feeling that was so strong and impeccable, words could not even describe. The best part about falling in love, was that it also looked subsequently good on me. I am naturally a lover and I maneuver through this thing we call life with my heart on my sleeve. I am now realizing I need to change that strategy.

This was a different kind of love though. Not the one you get from friends and family. It was intimate, emotional with a sense of vulnerability yet filled with passion. The love felt authentic, genuine and real. At least on my part it was. Now looking back, I guess I was just head over hills. All love songs that I had been singing and enjoying all my life in the name of Rnb, finally started making sense. As corny as it sounds, everything I had been fighting so hard for almost didn’t matter anymore. That feeling of lacking and always striving for more suddenly became a feeling of satisfaction. This new stage of my life felt so right and authentic because it was after I had one of the realest conversations with God. A prayer that I had asked God to specifically send me someone that can show me the same kind of love in human and physical form. Although being exposed to the different aspects of love from those around me, nothing could have really prepared me enough to handle my first heart break.

This experience literally felt like the show “90-day fiancé”. The only difference was that it wasn’t immigration separating me from my happiness. In just those 6 months I experienced most things in a relationship you could think of that folks have barely experienced in a 3-year relationship. Not mentioning any names. We did the long distance, multiple spontaneous trips which were basically mini vacations, Conversations about life, family, dreams, insecurities fears. Etc. Mind you, these are conversations I have had before with friends, but it wasn’t the same when your having it with a potential partner. I Went on dates that you only see in movies and furthermore a connection and chemistry that only one could get from a soulmate. For the first time in my life I felt beautiful, sexy and attractive. Somebody finally saw the beauty that I saw in myself every time when I look in the mirror. For once I was never the third wheeler or the single one of the group.

Those who know me well are aware of how vocal I am when it comes to self-love, acceptance and not settling for less in relationships. It was refreshing to showcase and represent, that with such a kind of mindset in frame, genuine love from a significant other will be drawn to you. So yeah, I was deeply in love and I felt I deserved it because I had put in the work and was patient. For those who have been in love before, I am sure you can totally relate, or you are either looking at me sideways and thinking of how dramatic I am.

I am not going to get into the nitty gritty of the situation but let’s just say I wouldn’t change a thing if I was to turn back time. Leading up to the break up, deep down I knew what the real deal was. In the words of one of my favorite artist Ledisi, “Sometimes we don’t listen to what we already know”.

I am currently at work at as I write this post reflecting on everything. Believe it or not this post has been sitting on my desktop for about a month now. Editing and finding the right way to jot down my emotions, thoughts and feelings as I formulate them into words. In this case a blog post. Although I am still grieving from this heart break, I am aware of everything good that has happened in my life even if it’s very difficult to focus on the positives.  

Falling in love has taught me a lot about myself and my relationship with those around me. I now understand how my relationship with family and friends’ impact and play a significant role when you are a building a relationship with a significant other. I saw the kind of individual I am when in a relationship and I finally understood all the work and commitment it involves when in a relationship.

Love and every aspect of it is the biggest lesson I am taking from 2019. I pray and hope that the new year will be a catalyst for me. Letting my gut and intuitions be my compass. Allowing my soul to be un-afraid to grow wings and fly in whatever direction the universe calls me. May the seeds I have planted and the one’s I am planting continue to come to fruition. Lastly but not least, may the love I have for myself and the one that I continue to discover, show others how I deserved to be loved.

For now, back to singing tunes like tori Kelly’s “dear no one”.

NEW YORK, NEW YORK🏙🗽🌆

It’s the city that never sleeps. From its vibrant culture and city lights to the hustle and flow mentality of every soul, New York might just be the next move.  I know I have always wanted to move out from my home state (Lowell, Massachusetts) and move to a place where I could finally plant my own roots and lay the foundation of my life. As scary and crazy as it sounds the big apple might be destined for me.

So this whole idea started when I recently went for a weekend to celebrate a friend’s birth day.   Long story short it was LIT. I am talking about from the night life to a day of sightseeing. We ended up renting an Airbnb in Manhattan for the few days we were there and commuted everywhere using subway or Uber.  Over the years, I have been fortunate enough to visit NYC several times but it was only this time round where I got to see NY for its true authentic self and I completely fell in love. They weren’t wrong when they said home is where the heart is. In the past when I visited, I only did the touristy stuff. Visiting Times Square, Brooklyn Bridge, Statue of Liberty and so on and so forth. But it was until I got to experience the culture is when I finally fell in love.

NY is well known for its diversity. It’s literally a melting pot of everybody from different cultures and all walks of all life. One thing for sure, you’re bound to at least meet every race and ethnicity. According to worldsrtides.com, More than 800 languages are spoken in New York City, making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world. 4 in 10 households speak a language other than English.

It’s crazy because everybody that I have told about the idea of moving to NY has basically looked at me crazy. They get this look on their face of ‘WTF’. The notion of NY being an expensive city and the fast paced doesn’t scare me at all. I mean it does a little bit but it’s in the sense of the fact that I am getting out of my comfort zone. But all in all the idea of proving everybody wrong and challenging myself on a different level of capacity is one of the few things that’s actually attracting me to it.

In this journey, I have made sure to check other parts of NY just in case this whole city thing doesn’t really work out for me. I had the opportunity to visit a good friend who lives in Albany, NY. Albany definitely shocked me. It wasn’t what I expected it to be. Meaning, I was expecting upstate New York vibes and a whole lot of countryside. (I apologize for my ignorance and bad geography skills.) Although being the capital for NY and way much smaller than NYC, it left a good impression on me. A city that’s way more diverse in every aspect than what I am used to still contributed to my love for the state as a whole. Let’s not forget the beauty of its architectural buildings and its rich history of the American people.

When I think of living in the big apple I picture myself like the likes of Janet mock the co-stars of the new show hustle in Brooklyn, Jessica Parker in sex and the city and some of my favorite people that I follow or look up to. From their career paths to the social lifestyle. Low-key, they have made it look easy but I am ready to hustle and grind to make it in this big city. Failure is absolutely not an option.

All in all I am not putting my eggs all in one basket. The whole point of this post is to put the idea out into the universe and let it manifest towards my end goal. Maybe New York will not work out. It might be a different city or town in Massachusetts or even a different country but am so ready to plant my seeds in a different garden. Wherever that maybe, I am ready to spread my wings and soar.

The so called “Dating Life”😕.

The journey to self-discovery has no end! It’s a continuous voyage that one can only learn along the way while being put to the test to what you have already learned. Life has not wasted any moment in putting me through different tests, where I have had to prove that I did learn from my past and can’t afford to make the same mistakes.

As human beings it’s natural to yearn and search for a soulmate whether for friendship or intimacy through a significant other. Personally I have been open to satisfying this urge and in the process, I have come across folks who are on the path to satisfy the same need. In other words I have joined the dating scene and it’s not as easy or fun as I hoped it would be. It’s actually been more exhausting.

I am quite a social person or so I would like to believe but who thought dating in this generation is a whole type of ball game. Being an old-school type of individual (meaning I’ve tried online dating, not into hook ups or friends with benefits), I feel like a different type of breed partaking in the world of dating among my peer group. If you don’t know what I am talking about, monogamous/committed relationships in my generation is quite hard to find. Personally I’ve always been open to dating, so I’ve had my share of online dates as well as “fun” but just recently, is when I became serious about it. Especially now that its summer and its a new chapter of my life, I thought I would give it a shot.

Funny how some people that I’ve met can really test your whole being (insecurities and all). I guess the point of this blog post is that there’s a very thin line to settling for less in order to fulfill the urge of finding a significant other. Whether it’s for intimacy or just friendship. Being always the single one among your friends can get pretty frustrating. Although I do know what I deserve, I would be lying if I said that through this process I’ve allowed to be disrespected to a certain extent where I did question my worthiness. Hence my self-discovery journey was put to the test.

Now that I’ve moved back home, I also thought I would reconnect old friendships as well as extend olive branches to friendships that had died. Being in a new found space doesn’t mean the other party is in the same type of space. As much as I have gained and grown from this friendships, it doesn’t mean that they will last forever. As my mother always said, “friends come and go, some of them are just designated  for a season.

Part of being an adult and truly loving yourself flaws and all, is realizing when to let go. Moving forward, dating for me will be put to the back burner as I focus my energy on other projects and adventures that I would love to venture on. This is not to say that I have given up but rather allow for the process to come naturally and let fate make its course.

Uber Chronicles on Love🚘🚙❤️💞🇿🇦


I have had my share of using uber in the past but never really got assimilated with it therally. But through my stay here in South Africa, it has become my main mode of transport. 
It can get a little pricey especially the more you commute into the city which would be Cape Town but in the long run its the best means of transport when it comes to safety, compared to using public transport. Furthermore, it is also cheaper than getting a cab🚖. 
Most uber drivers usually end up striking a conversation, Which personally has been quite interesting. Somehow I find that this is a great way to meet locals and get to know more about the culture and some hot spots to check out during your stay.🚨Besides, What better way of getting your best reviews from people who live and go to those places on a regular basis. 


So far, My experience has given me the opportunity to meet many local uber drivers who mostly happen to be originally from Zimbabwe. With each one having a story to tell, some tend to be heart breaking while for others,  it’s a case of a side hustle but all with the same goal. In search of a better life.

The topics of conversation usually range from weather to politics and sometimes can even get a little bit personal. On my way back from Cape Town earlier today, I got to meet Rudzani who was my uber driver. Originally from Limpopo a small town bordering Zimbabwe , Rudzani has lived in Cape Town for the past 13 years. He is married and a proud father of two children. For him uber driving is just a part time job to get extra spending money. 

From the get go, he welcomed me into his car with a warm big smile and to my surprise, a free cup of coffee☕️. I don’t know about you, but personally, anything that is free gets my full undivided attention. To my knowledge, not all ubers offer free drinks but I guess I just happened to be at the right place at the right time. Instantly I knew we were going to connect. 

It usually takes about 40 minutes ride to Cape Town from my residence on campus. So you already know we had ample time to converse. Normally, most of the conversations begin with the different cultural backgrounds and how I’ve found South Africa so far. After that, you never know where the conversation will lead to next. After a few minutes of awkward silence, Rudzani mentioned how every time he heads to stellenbosch, it reminds him of his ex girlfriend who happened to be white.  

I was somewhat taken back but it did spark curiosity on my end. I began to ask questions to get more insight. I asked him on his views about dating in this generation among many other things. But one thing that stood out was his views on interracial dating. 

According to Rudzani, it has never been about the skin color but more of cultural difference. Apparently most colored and white women from Cape Town are completely different from where he is from. Being an old school, traditional kind of guy, he believes in finding a woman who is cultured. Meaning aside from doing the “womanly duties,” one that can also work and contribute to the building of the family both emotionally and financially. 

Out of every one I have come across, most people who believe that the woman should stay home and bear children, do not believe in the woman working and vice versa. But for Rudzani he wanted both. 

In a sense I cannot help but somewhat agree. As much as we have evolved, I do think that somethings men do better compared to women as well as women do other things better than men. Most of those that women do better than men tend to fall into the category of “womanly duties”. Don’t get me wrong that men can’t do the same things as women and vise versa but I just feel that there’s a touch that gender roles do add that the opposite gender cannot attain. 

For example, a mothers love. Yes a single dad can raise a child on his own but without that feminine motherly touch, the child will always yearn and seek for it when they get older. I am aware of also the Daddy issues syndrome that most girls who have not had their fathers in their lives face. But looking at the bigger picture a mothers love/influence is way more important and levels higher. This is just my take on it. Not saying that I am right but my perspective. 

Share your comments and let me know what you think.