Four years ago I wrote this after my night of being stranded with many strangers at IHOP After a soak in the tub, two showers and probably five times brushing my teeth I can now sit and write about my stranded experience. I’m not going to discuss how GDOT, our mayor and governor failed Atlanta, surrounding counties, the people and even children but instead about the love I witnessed. On Wednesday January 29th, I left my office at 19:30hrs after an already rough day at work to

I was having a conversation with my best friends. You know, the ones that make you have those revelations about your life? Yeah those. Well this conversation was about relationships. It started out as a dialogue about the niceties we share with friends and sometimes acquaintances. I had noted that in recent trips certain cares weren't extended to me as to others, or at least it didn't feel that way. It makes me feel left out and alone. I feel that way quite often. And deci

So I actually requested a dick pic.   And glad I did. In the days when we’re mad about getting meat monsters and sausages randomly to our inboxes, I actually requested one. Picture it.  Sunday rooftop club day party. In the blazing Johannesburg afternoon sun. I’m feeling cute except the sun seems to be following me everywhere I sit.  No matter how much water I drink I’m unable to cool off.   And honestly, the little bit of shade from the cute umbrellas was futile. Do you see

I can’t believe I’m in South Africa writing about my trip to Cabo San Lucas. From the Pacific Ocean to the Indian Ocean in 365 days! Wait. I’m being rude. Hello! Thank you for checking out my blog, please follow and interact with me via Facebook, Instagram or Twitter! My name is Neesh and I was born on January 1, 1977. That’s right I’m a New Year Baby. Scratch that – I was a New Year Baby – I’m forty damn years old. Well I turned 40 while in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. Whil

Hold tight for my blog post about bringing in the New Year with AfroPunk and my girls in Johannesburg and Durban, South Africa!