Explore DC Series: Free Newseum Entry

If you happen to have a Bank of America account, you’re in luck! Because the Bank offers free admission to museums across the country every first weekend of the month through their Museums on Us program – you would only need to show you Card and ID for admission, which is good for two days. The ugly cold weather should not completely take over and reduce you to hermit status! Go out and visit the Newseum(normally $23 admission) for free and learn about the News of our times!

There Are Men

Read this a while back and thought i’d share, this goes for the ladies too 🙂

There are men out there who will respond to your text messages. Men who will initiate conversations because they simply can’t wait to see what you’ll say next. There are men who will never be too busy or too preoccupied to wish you good morning, regardless if you’re a country or a block away. Men who remember to call when they say they will – because they want to – and those who surprise you with their curiosity about your sometimes monotonous days. There are men who aim to be the last person you talk to before you sleep and the first name you see on your screen when you rise. Men who show up on time – or even early – men who are genuinely excited to see you.

There are men who want to go on dates. Real dates. Men who want to take you out to their favorite…

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It’s a New Year, Now What?

This year, I decided not to consciously make any “New Year’s Resoutions”, but that does not mean I have not incorporated new behaviors into my life, which are working better than the 20+ years of New Years resolutions. I found this great BuzzFeed post on some behaviors that would better your life if consciously incorporated into every day life, and not as a part of the ever elusive New Year’s Resolutions. As a fellow twenty-something, I constantly seek good and positive pointers since this is a pivotal time in our life and we should therefore be surrounding ourselves with positive influences as we continue to learn more about our existence.

#MyDressMyChoice, Still I Rise

Maya Angelou’s poem, Still I Rise, accurately captures how I feel after the egregious disrespect accorded to a few Kenyan women who have been stripped naked in broad daylight, without a soul to defend them, in the MIDDLE of the CITY center. These shameful acts scream that the level of respect give to our daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, grandmothers is of the lowest level since women were given a voice. Takes us back before the middle ages when women were seen as trophies and commodities and not HUMAN BEINGS. Shame on those men who stood by and watched, I only wish that one day they will realize the gravity of what they have done and hope by then that they will be afforded the same level of respect that those women endured.

This poem is dedicated to these young women who have suffered in the hands of repulsive and bad excuses of men:


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou