Today beautiful black women smiled at me.

Reflections from a friend on #ForBlackGirlsOnly; and amazing event that celebrated melanin. Unapologetic about what it stands for


I made my way to Observatory last Sunday. It was a cold, grey day. I was nervous and  hesitant but positive that this was going to be something worth my time. I was on my way to #ForBlackGirlsOnly,  an event created for black women to come and share, laugh, dance, cry and just feel safe enough to bare their individual truth.

We had been told to wear black. As I parked in Station rd, I began to see woman carrying pillows and blankets, boxes of pizza, buckets of chicken, salads, home-cooked left overs. They were all wearing black  – no, rocking the socks off black – . Women with hair, with no hair, with braids, with twists, with colourful head scarves, with beaded dreads, with bantu knots, cornrows, natural blown-out afros. It was Black-Africa, Black-Power on the streets.

Women of all shades of brown and black and blue-black. We met…

View original post 440 more words

This entry was posted in Reblogged and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s