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”.

Rants & Randomness😡😩😒

So this is an epidemic that I honestly don’t know how to overcome but needs to be addressed immediately. The world is evolving and so is its technology. If you don’t know me by now, I like to document and capture every moment either through social media or just for the sake of it. Some might say I am a social media addict but I believe I am just an artist perfecting my craft. Long story short, I am frustrated and tired of being that friend that takes the good pics but don’t get the favor in return. For those who are active on social media whether it’s for work or pleasure or the ones who like to finesse even for the wrong reasons, together we shall rise.

Yup, you guessed it. Today’s blog post is literally a rant. For my friends (you know yourselves), I dedicate this post to you as well. I Am calling out all those folks who be expecting a good picture but in return do a dis-honor to the photographer.For lack of a better name, we call these folks enemy of progress. And Yes, I do say photographer only because these group of people are the ones who understand the art of taking a good pic. You know, from the lighting to hyping you up and even helping you get that good caption for the gram (Instagram).

Personally it’s happened to me several times with my friends. One minute Were literally vibing at a dope location wherever that maybe and then when it comes to taking pictures of each other, the ultimate disrespect comes out. So having the talent that I have, I take amazing pictures of my so called “friends” but it’s never reciprocated and if it is, it’s after hours of taking thousands of pics just to get the one. Now some of ya’ll might state that it’s because I am not photogenic but I rebuke ya’ll in the name of Jesus. The truth of the matter is, those that take the ugly pics just got two left hands.

The frustration is real because some of us are single meaning every representation of our self is an opportunity of a future significant other to notice us. Social media has addressed this issue by making memes out of it. Yes it’s hilarious but not when it’s happening to you.

All am saying lets be considerate of each other. If you know that you are an enemy of progress, get it together and change your ways. For those who are on the struggle and can completely relate, Please let’s keep hope alive and continue the journey in search of that friend who will reciprocate the good deed we share with our closest ones while finessing on the inter webs.

LUCY

I wouldn’t call myself a creative guru but after this photoshoot, might as well add it to my repertoire.

Since the beginning of summer, one of my best friend Lucy mentioned that she wanted to do a photo shoot for her 24th  birthday. Now I am not sure if you remember her from one of my last post, “Whitney”. she was the creative director/Make up Artist on that shoot and we created magic. Just like me, homegirl knows how to work the camera behind and in front of the lens.

I would say lucy and I are one and the same when it comes to the creative aspects. We tend to be on the same page and have the same vision. For this photoshoot, I was very eager to challenge myself on the creative director role, especially with the trust and confidence that my dear friend bestowed upon me.

We also partnered up with our other good friend Rita, owner and publisher of VisualMag who is a beast when it comes to photography. A woman who’s dedicated her career to telling stories through visuals has proven that dreams can be valid with a lot of hard work, ambition and the attitude of a “go-getter’. Make sure to check out her work and be inspired.

We woke up at 3 am and had to be at the location (Salem, MA) by 5 am in order to catch the sunrise. The whole point of the shoot was to catch that natural lighting. Believe it or not, this was the first photo shoot we ever did as friends many moons ago. Aside from the runaround, being at this location brought so many memories and added that bit of luck and charm for a successful shoot. We literally watched and experienced an idea that started out as a joke come to life.

Lucy, I hope this was everything you dreamed of. As you mark another year in the bag, I wish you more joy and happiness. Better yet, I grant you the wish of partnering with me in the many more projects to come.

Through my previous posts, I believe I have proven to Y’all my capabilities as a model and photographer. Now check me out as I dominate the role of Creative Director. Make sure to show some love, subscribe, repost if you can and comment. Enjoy the pictures.

2018 Baby!!!✨🙌🏾💥

It’s been a minute since I put my thoughts into words. Basically, I have been MIA (Missing in Action) from blogging. I have never thought of myself as a writer but more of a story teller through word of mouth. Blogging was just an alternative that I fell in love with along the way.

Most of you who write or blog already know that the hardest part about the job aside from having ‘writers block’ is being able to keep up with the writing. For me the disease of a “writer’s block” did not affect me, It was merely just a case of laziness and lack of motivation that drove me away. Don’t get me wrong either, Life also played its role in contributing to me being MIA but hey, I am taking full responsibility and I am back now! 2018 is a new year, new me.

A lot has happened since I last shared with ya’ll. I ended up quitting my job as a server, travelled a little bit more, got a new job and last but not least, the biggest change out of them all was me moving into my own apartment or should I say studio. I also met new friends along the way and became closer to folks I never thought we would cross paths. I know it’s crazy because one of my last post that I wrote last year, I talked about sharing my journey and bringing you guys along. I am a man of my word and I still vow to share those stories with you as part of my content. I am thinking of creating a segment called ‘Story Time’. This is where I will share my stories that were content worthy that I should have shared with yall in the past. A lot of vloggers do this on their YouTube pages. For those who are avid YouTube watchers, it’s pretty much the same thing.

Just in case you’re still wondering, Afro Flava is still pushing through. I still cook part time and I must say the experience has taught and still teaches me new things every day. #FuturePost

As of now let’s cheers to new beginnings, more content and new adventures.

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.