Kovie Biakolo

When a guy of any race is hitting on you and the first words that come from his mouth are NOT, “I really like Black women.”

The generation that criticizes us so much, were the same ones that raised us; we were born and brought up in the world that they had a hand in making.

Because underneath it all, despite what the government and even the nation would have us believe: We are all the same.

Happiness is that thing that everybody seeks to find in their lifetime these days; it has become the Utopia of emotions.

Because the single life gets boring and lonely and pathetic sometimes.

Because when we strip other people of their dignity – which is what Internet mob culture does – we strip ourselves of our dignity too.

Pumpkin-Spice loving White Girls out there (real, and in your heart): GET AT ME BRO.

You are now going to live in perpetual fear of running into them in real life, and in the uncertainty of whether they saw your request or not.

Let your inner British 8 year-old girl shine.

I am not a person who thinks that every opinion has the same value, as I have mentioned in the past.

Fleeting feelings don’t count for much and it would be mistaken to say it was anything else.

Maybe this is how we make peace with losing people.