Why I Don’t Love My Fiance

Have you read this? You have to…

Michael J. Pittman

In 130 days I’m getting married, and a friend recently asked me why I love my fiancé. I wanted to share a deeper perspective on Amanda and I’s relationship, so before I answered why I love her, I had to first explain to him the reasons I don’t love my future bride to be.

I came to two conclusions:
First is, I don’t love Amanda for what’s on the outside. I know. It sounds cheesy, it sounds sappy. This perspective is not a novel idea by any means. How many times have you heard someone say, “I don’t love you for what’s on the outside. I love you for what’s on the inside.” But that brings me to my second conclusion.

I don’t love Amanda for what’s on the inside either.

Now don’t get me wrong, there are many things on the inside and outside that I love about

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I’ve Been Thinking

Out Of My Head

Disclaimer: Post may be disjointed. Try and make as much sense of it as you can.

A few days ago, there was a story on a 17 year old girl who was murdered by some men because she refused their advances.

I decided to not read the post but then I changed my mind and read it.

Since I read it, I’ve been thinking.

[One of] every woman’s greatest fear is rape. In what world is it acceptable to murder a child because she refused your sexual advances.

According to the post, which you can read here, the girl wasn’t raped at all.

I turned 17 about 3 months ago and believe me I know what it’s like to be afraid to go to certain places because one man or some men would be there. I understand what it’s like to have strange men grope you and yell disgusting…

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Day 18: Nkili

Wow. Just Wow!
So speechless.

19th Street

Nkili (not her real name) shares what she saw this year. Read on.

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All I remember about January are my desperate attempts to make up academically for time lost and grades I let slip in 2012. I guess I did not do enough because March came and I failed the Pathology and Pharmacology exam I sat for in February. I have been told I am supposed to learn some kind of lesson from having to re write that exam, I have been told I will be a better person for it, I have been told failure is character building and what not but I still do not know.

People talk. That was what the month of March was about. You fail exam in this medical school and all of a sudden everything you do is calibrated with that failure.

“This one is still carrying dreadlocks up and down, she…

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