"If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't.
And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”
808 all day every day.
Actor. Writer. Dancer.
Create. Imagine. Dream.
Master of sarcasm and intense music junkie.
Daytime actor, nighttime superhero.
A small town girl with big city dreams. :)
Struggling through each day, expecting the unexpected.
this child dresses better than every guy in my school
this child dresses than every guy I know
This child doesn’t dress like a child should. I know people these days find it cute and adorable when parents (probably parents in their twenties) dress their kids like hipsters or in designer clothing to match the fashion of adults. Sure they make for great Tumblr posts and Instagram photos that’ll get you a lot of likes. But kids are only young for so long. They’ll want to dress and act older than they are soon enough, so let them be kids. And that includes dressing like one. I understand a lot of people disagree with me and think it’s fine and not a big deal. But I think my problem mostly lies with the parents and their intentions behind dressing their children like that, posing their kids to match the models, and then sharing them on social media. You can almost guarantee that no two year old cares about wearing Ralph Lauren and styling his hair like David Beckham. Those decisions were made my his parents. It sort of comes off as exploitation for the personal gain of popularity for the parents. But I admit I might be taking this too seriously, but I stand by my argument. Kids should be kids in every sense of the matter.
Teke-Teke is the legend of a woman who comitted suicide by jumping onto the subway tracks and was cut in half. Her top-half became a ghost that crawls around cutting people in half with a scythe. Any of her victims are doomed to become Teke-Teke themselves, which means that…
My family is from Nigeria, and my full name is Uzoamaka, which means “The road is good.” Quick lesson: My tribe is Igbo, and you name your kid something that tells your history and hopefully predicts your future. So anyway, in grade school, because my last name started with an A, I was the first in roll call, and nobody ever knew how to pronounce it. So I went home and asked my mother if I could be called Zoe. I remember she was cooking, and in her Nigerian accent she said, “Why?” I said, “Nobody can pronounce it.” Without missing a beat, she said, “If they can learn to say Tchaikovsky and Michelangelo and Dostoyevsky, they can learn to say Uzoamaka.”
This is cool. Considering in kindergarten no one could say my name correctly, so instead of zah-ee-dah, I had to introduce myself as Zay-dah because it was easier for my classmates to say.
It was only after 22 years that I started to be called by my actual name, with the correct pronunciation. Zaida.
Granted, now everyone that met me before 2011 knows me as zay-dah and everyone who met me after that knows me as zah-ee-dah. Which is actually kind of super shitty.