Has it really been over a year?

Wassup, wassup, wassup!

Hello, all you beautiful people. It is I, Nakita the inconsistent blogger trying to make a comeback. Some of you may have wondered, why I stopped writing: in short, life happened and it just never seemed like the right time to come back. I'm back baby, I'm not waiting for a new season or even primetime. I'm back now, at 3:29AM EST on June  8th. 

The hiatus is up, i'm ready to rejoin my little slice of the internet.

U-P-D-A-T-E-S

- In September I got promoted again! (Officially an Assistant Store Manager)

- I went to a  sweet 16 party, and had to wear all white (killed it! If I do say so myself)

- My friend got married!

- My babilo came up here for Thanksgiving! 

- I wore my natural hair out, loved it!

- Went downsouth for American  Thanksgiving with my sister <3

- I GOT ENGAGED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- Blue weave season

-Had a random wave of body positivity

Plenty more has gone on in a year, but that's the jist of it. More babies are in my life, wedding planning is in full bloom, I still have a shopping problem but I'm praying it lets up.Here's to my second attempt at this blogging thing, lets see where it takes me this time. Be blessed, and check back soon :)

March Madness...

Disclaimer...this blog post ain't got a thing to do with the NCAA March Madness tournament, this month has just been on a MOD TING ( Word to Drizzy + all my fellow Torontonians :P)

The weather here has officially started warming up! The crazy Canadians are back at it again with their rolled denim, and short sleeves. It's been a whole week since I've seen snow with my own eyes. So yes, my friends spring has officially sprung. My mom went back to school this month, I'm a month into my promotion and I've never felt more fatigued. I would love to be able to list some amazing things I've done this month, but work occupies all of my memories of the month. My Goddaugther had her first dance recital, and I missed it :(. She looked absolutely amazing, and I am proud of her nonetheless. 

The fly gyals have been cookin' ;) As you may not know... HA! My friends and I have a youtube channel (subscribe to us : theflygyals). We have been brainstorming ways to be more consistent/committed. So stay tuned if you're a real one. Tell a friend, to tell a friend :) We appreciate the support thus far, and hope to continue from here. I need to give these 3 ladies a huge shoutout! I've been feeling extremely overwhelmed with life lately (and crowds), and there has been something extra sweet about their fellowship this month. I'm thankful for sisters that understand me, and laugh with me. Love y'all to the moon and back, and super grateful for your support in all areas of my life. Get you some real friends y'all they are truly irreplaceable.

I forgot the biggest news of the month... Ya girl got a weave!! And it's kinda purple!! I'm not typically a straight hair girl, but I thought why not try something new for the spring time. One time for snapchat, where would we all be without those filters?

I think I'm going to give some fashion related blogs a try, maybe next month I'll feature a couple #PSOOTD / #OOTD posts on my instagram, with outfit details posted here. Maybe I'll do some styling related blogs. Who knows! All I know is that warmer weather is going to have me shopping like a fool, and I ain't got nobody to share it with but y'all. Keep a look out, follow me on instagram : @fabulouslykita 

May the remainder of your March be ever blessed. May your bank account flourish once that tax refund hits. May your edges be laid like no other.

To be SBW.....

What's "SBW" you may be wondering? Saved, Black, and Woke. This is a question I've been meaning to ask the masses, because I believe it would be helpful to many, both young and old in the faith. Most of you, know what I mean when I say black. My skin is a dark brown hue, my parents are dark brown. I identify as a black woman. What do I mean by saved & woke? Let me break it down a little bit. To be saved: to be a born again Christian. A believer of the bible, beyond that an understanding that we are all in need a of saviour and his name is Yeshua (Jesus Christ!). So when I reference the faith, or  being saved that is what I'm referring to. To be woke: Being Woke means being aware.. Knowing whats going on in the community. 

   Now add all three together and what do you get? You get someone that is SBW aka me! How do we cope with the things happening around us? 

At the forefront of my identity is the fact that I am saved. It changes my worldview, and how I choose to navigate my time here on earth. As a Christian woman, I believe the bible teaches us that God is a God of justice. To really understand that, you have to believe that sin is as bad as the bible makes it seem. The saved part of my identity reminds me to pray. And I'm not talking about casual, lighthearted prayers. I mean prayers that will move the heart of God, prayers birthed in anguish. I don't foolishly dismiss and ignore the things I see happening around me. I try to engage in conversations, and see how I could remind people (specifically young black people) that our hope has a name, and that precious name is Jesus. 

To be black & woke seem relatively synonymous these days. If you're active on popular forms of social media, you better believe you will get "dragged" if you "sleeping". If you lack basic awareness about what is going on in the world you're living in, the internet folks don't take to well to that. A lot of POC (people of colour) are simply tired of having to teach nonPOC  about oppression, and how to recognize their privilege, and how microaggressions are indeed offensive. To be black and ignore the conversations that are prevalent today, you might find yourself on the wrong side of history again. Nobody wants to be the grandma who is in a textbook protesting at a black lives matter event proudly holding up her "all lives matter" poster. 

Catch my heart in this y'all.  I'm not here to talk politics, or to stir up divisive rhetoric amongst my Christian brothers and sisters. I'm here to ask the questions, that many are afraid to ask. I'm here because even though I am Canadian what happens south of the border effects me. I'm here writing this blog post because I work with young black teenagers that think Christians disagree with the simple statement that black lives matter. I'm here because I feel awkward discussing race relations with people that refuse to acknowledge white privilege. I'm here because I'm saved, black, and woke. I'm here because sometimes I have to scroll past another news story about another black life that was taken...because sometimes it feels like I've cried all the tears and my heart couldn't  survive another crack. I'm here for many reasons, my question is why are you here? Are you also SBW? Have you asked yourselves these questions? Only to end up with them unanswered? Discussions like these on online communities don't have to end poorly. 

If you're willing to talk, so am I. Be blessed y'all. 

#BlackGirlMagic

Y'all, I've been itching to make a post, and as the good Lord would have it, today is the day Ima just write my little heart away. Let me start by saying, I'm not into witchcraft, and evil juju. I am a Christian. When I reference black girl magic, I'm speaking more about this indescribable "thing" that unifies most black girls/women. Call it energy, or call it a vibe - whatever it is, it's a beautiful thing. 

If you frequent social media platforms such as Twitter & Tumblr, you've probably seen the hashtag #BlackGirlMagic somewhere. If not, quit hiding under a rock and get with the program! Much like fashion, there are things that will always recycle in life, but there's also things that will be considered timeless. I'm going to go out on a limb, and boldly declare that black girl magic is timeless. Today showed me that in a way I will forever be grateful for. Today was a hectic day for me. I was running around with my mother doing some last minute Christmas shopping, and our holiday grocery shopping. We don't own a car, so our travels were done on public transportation. If any of you know me personally, you know I am my mother's daughter. I say that because we not only look alike, but we are very similar. As we got on our second bus for the day to head to Fairview mall, a middle aged black woman sat beside my mom. It took all of 3 minutes before they started up a conversation. In a span of 5 minutes they found several commanalities. I excused myself to the back of the bus, once I seen a seat free up. I sat down with an unobstructed view, and just gazed at my mother and her new found friend. Chopping it up, like they were old friends that were catching up. I was bewildered, I was witnessing black girl magic, and it was special. 

This might sound silly, but without saying it I just assumed the magic faded with age. I thought black girl magic was exclusive to the trendy 20 somethings, that have natural hair and keep up with their tumblr accounts (word to Gambino!). It was beautiful, to watch and overhear their encounter. They bonded over the fact that they will always call their adult children their babies, and also the fact that they don't trust anybody's cooking- ESPECIALLY IN THE WORKPLACE. Today I looked at my momma, and genuinely thought "she's magical!" . I don't know if that paints a childish picture of who I am, but I can seriously say it was so encouraging to me. Growing up and getting old comes with a lot of responsibilities. I'm glad that I will be able to adult while simultaneously still being a magical black woman. I pray the children, and people that I have the privilege to meet get to experience a little bit of the magic in me. 

As mind blowing as it was to see my mother in this new light, I realized our magic transcends age restrictions. My 3 year old God daughter is the tiniest embodiment of black girl magic. She has spunk, and personality. People are literally drawn to her, and she doesn't even know it! 

It's in our hair, our vibe, our eyes. It's just a part of our make up. I pray every black girl reading this continues to shine, and continues to share her magic with the world.