Naledi

It ended in Admitted Attorney of the High Court of South Africa ⚖️

Your twenties are for struggling against the hegemonic culture you've imbibed since you were a child. Your thirties are for communist study and development. Your forties are for revolution.

Casual sex doesn’t mean not getting to have experiences together. What do you think sustains the desire to keep fucking? Being treated like a doormat?

“One may be lucky today, but tomorrow belongs to discipline.” ~ African Proverb

I think more than anything, I’m currently yearning genuine companionship more than a romantic relationship.

The only time I ever believe a nigga is when he tells me I'm beautiful and funny

"if you weren't capable, you wouldn't have the desire."

this

I really wanna experience traveling with someone I’m in love with.

I want to be married by next year but I’m tired of the process. Need him to fall from the sky now, That’s my only solution.

The black male mind in a nutshell (derogatory)

absofuckinglutely🥲

One thing I love about dating an intentional man is that you don't have to overthink anymore. Their actions tell you all that you need to know and it's such a blissful place to be.

It’s not talked about enough, but 33 is a strong age to reset and begin again. ✨

One of my biggest prayer points right now is clarity. I need to know what to do and how to do it.

When you meet a serious person, you really realize that men do not waste time when they want you.

Jesus Christ is the best example of masculinity in a man. Self-control, forgiveness, patience, sacrifice, love, leadership, ambition, responsibility.

I’m in my 30s babe, this water park is 24 hours 🥴

I once dated someone who kept telling me they needed “space to figure things out.” One day, they admitted they had met someone at a café and felt an instant spark... something they said they never truly felt with me. It hurt, but I let them go. Life moved on, slowly and quietly, until one random afternoon I struck up a conversation with a stranger while waiting in line for coffee. We laughed like we’d known each other forever. That stranger became my best friend, then my partner, and eventually my spouse. Years later, I found out... through an old mutual... that the “café person” my ex left me for… was the same person I ended up marrying. Funny how life doesn’t just move on... it circles back and rewrites the ending entirely.