African writing

We need to talk. Screenplay By Nomsa Myth                                           INT.BLISS CAFÉ -MORNING STACEY sits on the chair, looking at her phone with the menu on top of the table. She is in her early twenties, a successful business woman, very hardworking popular and respected in her community. She looks up as the Bliss Cafe entrance door opens. MIKE opens the door and walks in puzzled and confused. He is in his late fifties. Smartly dressed and looks very professional. He heads towards the waiters to inquire some information. INT. BLISS CAFÉ .IN THE CORNER OF THE COFFEE SHOP. [Mike heading towards Stacey] MIKE Stacey Naidoo right? [Extending his hands towards Stacey] Stacey Yep. That’s me. Honestly I am really surprised that you remembered my face after so many years. MIKE [Grabbing a chair to sit down...

JUST AFRICAN   Being an African has been said in so many ways that we decide to just go with the flow. They said being an African you need to own your crown “the Afro” Dress code has to define you as an African. Embody yourself, have that skin, beauty, looks and the body.   Being the dark skinned girl, I saw that as an opportunity to finally be called an African I then decided to do the big chop L.A girl, a shade darker African prints, beads, brands was all I could think off I inherited that look to perfection   I felt like the queen of the Sahara desert , mama Africa, the camagwini of Africa, African goddess just to name a few Eyes popped out every second as I stepped my standards on the African ground Embracing the fact that I defined the true meaning of an African. Smiling, staring shouting oh our African queen, you are a true definition of black is beautiful. You are too much of an African NEH Too much, too much of an African was not ...