#tanya nefertari

[roeroe-world]

could’ve been.

starring: eva apio as nefertari zain, tupac shakur as himself

set in 1993.

warning: profane language, use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity

Loud rap music blared throughout the packed spacious building. Bodies danced together to the melodic beat of Snoop Doggy Dogg’s track, Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None). Drinks and smoke surrounded the crowded, overwhelming atmosphere.

A nightclub named Pulse happened to be the club Nefertari and her childhood friend, Tanya, decided to attend. Dressed in their best, hair done to perfection as well as glam. They wanted to scope the scene tonight and so they did.

Their eye-catching appearance earned a plethora of stares, some of jealousy, several in admiration or pure desire. They were used to it. Los Angeles’ night life was their niche.

“This club is bumpin’ tonight.” Tanya acknowledges the live scene, slightly dancing along to the music. The pair immediately strutting for the bar.

Remaining silent, Nefertari just observed her surroundings and ordered a, “Sex on the beach.” As typical as it sounds, it happened to be her favorite drink. Her go-to.

The alcohol cocktail contained peach schnapps, orange juice, and Vodka. The sweetness mixed with the tangy flavor, curating a perfect fruity alcoholic drink. A Sex on the Beach could never go wrong in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Tanya just ordered a simple shot of Vodka.

As Nefertari takes a sip of her glass, the attractive women began to strut further into the dim-lit club, scoping out more of the scene. Upon doing so, the pair stumbled amongst the star studded VIP section.

Nefertari finds herself pausing in her tracks to meet eyes with the one and only, John Singleton. The director of films, Boyz N The Hood and Poetic Justice. Her brown orbs held a sense of familiarity and admiration.

John Singleton happened to be accompanied by the star of one of his films, Tupac Shakur.

Her mouth instantaneously goes dry, growing stuck in place. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. It had been so long since she and John saw one another.

John’s eyes lit up, “Nefertari? That you? Girl, get over here.”

The velvet robe was let open and in came the pair, several eyes falling upon the women, including the ones that Nefertari couldn’t keep hers off of. Tupac Shakur.

He was a rap sensation. A rap sensation she’d been a fan of since his 2Pacalypse Now days. Vividly, she remembered the day of the premiere of his ‘Trapped’ video. She thought he was incredibly handsome. Also, enthralled in the fact that he’s extremely vocal about social injustices.

The famous director stands to his feet, happily embracing the young woman, “Damn. You look good, Nefertari. How you been?” He quizzes. She could feel several individuals eyeballing their interaction, knowing they’re probably wondering how the two knew of each other.

Well, to go into detail, Nefertari and John met at Eddie Murphy’s mansion in 1991. Eddie Murphy was throwing a party which was filled with actors, musicians, comedians, you name it. It was a truly star-studded event.

The young woman accompanied LL Cool J as his date and nothing else short or more than that. Apparently, that night, she caught the eye of John. It was quite funny because he thought LL and Nefertari were dating, deciding to back off after approaching to ask for her number when she was finally by her lonesome.

But, the rapper gave him the green light, “Nah, man. It ain’t even like that. She just the homie. Do you.” It was the absolute truth.

They were really just friends.

That night, she and John exchanged numbers and remained in touch for almost a year. The two would talk on the phone for hours on end, laughing and at times he would tell her his deepest secrets. That she held close to her heart. She wouldn’t tell a soul because it was some things he spoke out of comfort in her.

They hung out occasionally whenever neither of two weren’t busy. Either getting dinner, going to see a movie or just walking around a park while indulging in deep meaningful conversations. What they had was special in Nefertari’s eyes, though, that’s as far as their relationship had gotten. It was more of a friendship in her perspective, a very close friendship and bond that she cherished.

One day, Nefertari found herself changing her number due to an obsessive boyfriend she was running away from. So, in result, the two lost touch.

Being from North Carolina and moving to Los Angeles was a hell of a transition, both physically and mentally. It was quite difficult trying to adapt into a complete different state that was fast-paced. Quick to move on to the next.

During her time of residing in Los Angeles, she’s met a plethora amount of all kinds of people. Some were trying to become famous, some were trying to remain famous, while some were already famous.

Nefertari met a lot of powerful individuals along the way. Most of those individuals hold the key to the ins and outs of this industry. As long as she’s lived here, she held a lot of secrets. Secrets that could ruin careers, lives, and break up happy homes.

Hollywood could make you jaded. She didn’t understand how she, herself, was still in this town.

Sending a dazzling smile, showcasing her pearly whites, “I’ve been great. How are you? It’s been a minute, huh?” She suppressed her feelings. A habit she’d picked up after being in Hollywood for so long.

When she and John lost touch, it saddened her incredibly. She enjoyed their long conversations, his corny jokes and occasional unwanted film directing advice. But overall, he was one of the few people that understood her.

“Also, this is my friend, Tanya. She’s in town visiting me for the weekend.” Upon introducing her friend, she watches John embrace Tanya as well.

“So, where you been all this time? It’s like you disappeared on me.”

“Well..” Nefertari began to explain and their full-fledged conversation started from there. They were back like they never left, catching up like old times.

“Wait a minute. I haven’t introduced you two. Hey, Tupac…” With a swift motion of his hand, he motioned for the rapper to come closer. He was adamant on the two meeting. Eventually, their eyes met and it instantly sent shivers down her spine.

He was eye-catching, for sure.

His presence was demanding and almost made her nervous. It wouldn’t be long before she’d break a sweat, gulping silently. She took in his physical appearance, both of them showcasing their pearly whites.

His shaved, bald head was clean. Also, adorned with a black and white bandana. The diamond of his nose ring shined ever so brightly. He was dressed in a black and white baggy outfit as well as a pair of matching white sneakers.

He exuded confidence and self-assurance yet humbleness, she liked that in a man.

“Tupac, this is my good friend, Nefertari Zain. Nefertari, I’m sure you know who this is, Tupac.” He introduced the two, a grin amongst his lips.

The rapper stuck his hand outward and the beauty sat her palm against his, not able to take their eyes off of one another. “Pleasure to meet you, Nefertari.” He puts emphasis on her name with a smirk, irises analyzing her frame closely, enjoying the view. His soft, plump lips meeting the back of her hand.

“You too, Tupac.”

Nefertari couldn’t deny. She was extremely flattered.

It was apparent that they both liked what they saw. Nothing else or anyone else in that room mattered. And from that moment on, something ignited between them.

They would exchange numbers that exact night, flirting endlessly.

————

For months on end, they remained in contact and would talk on the phone for hours. They became close friends whom hung out whenever they could and had amazing times together. Equally, the pair enjoyed one another’s company.

They’d gotten so close that he introduced her to his family. Almost every studio session, she was there and observing how he worked. She watched him write, effortlessly freestyle, there was no denying his talent.

She’s dated several talents within the industry and honestly every single one of them inspired her. A very few held a special place in her heart, some were just there to get over the last. Tupac was already in that category of an individual that squeezed into her heart with his charisma and outspoken, blunt nature.

Which explains why the rapper decided to invite her out to his six-bedroom home in Atlanta. He paid every expense it took for her safe arrival, including a charming driver by the name of Antonio.

Comfortably, they laid in Tupac’s king-size bed. Fully clothed, considering neither of them participating in any activities that included them being naked. Instead the pair engaged in a conversation.

That was their relationship in a nutshell. Sex wasn’t a priority.

It was clear that neither of them cared or was thinking about sex in the heat of the moment. They shared a blunt and Nefertari sat quietly, listening to him rant about his legal troubles. She didn’t care about what they did nor talked about as long as they were breathing the same air, she would be fine.

It was no secret that Tupac ran into the law several times. In fact, he had cases on top of cases. He was a troublemaker but it wasn’t intentional.

Moments of being around him, watching how he interacted with family, friends and his fans. He isn’t entirely what the media portrayed him to be. He wasn’t violent for no reason. But he could get quite rowdy when you pushed his buttons.

From what she’s observed, you did not want to get on his bad side.

“What you thinking about?” His doe, brown expressive orbs pierced into hers. Their eye contact was often passionate, finding themselves staring into one another’s soul.

Twiddling with his dark brown vest, she smiles softly, “Just listening to you. That’s all.” Nefertari’s head laid onto his chest, his heart beating playing in her eardrums, her right leg on top of his comfortably.

This was what they did whenever they were alone, lay up. They also would play card games, video games, smoke good weed— whatever they were in the mood for. Tupac never pushed himself on her and for that, she’s grateful.

But at times, honestly, she wished he would because she would tear him apart. Plus, she wasn’t that bold enough to initiate anything.

His large hands caressed her clothed back, admiring her facial features as she admired his. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” One of his hands reaching to grip her chin to lift her face upward toward his, his red dilated eyes squinting slightly while blowing the smoke from between his lips and unintentionally entering her nostrils.

She began to blush uncontrollably, their noses only a few inches apart due to how close he’d gently forced her. The constant compliments would leave her blushing, making her melt internally and Tupac knew that. He was such a tease.

She loved the rush of being in his presence. There was never a dull moment with him especially when she’s riding shotgun in his Mercedes Benz while he drives like a bat out of hell.

He was also a gentleman. Something the media never seemed to want to showcase.

Often, they focused on the negative; Him shooting two cops, starting a brawl with the Hughes Brothers, supposedly taking advantage of a woman, etcetera. Nefertari was able to witness his good side, his soft side.

“Fuck the world!” She noticed he would often say aloud and she found herself screaming it as well especially when her friends would warn her about him. They had nothing but bad things to say about the rapper. Clearly, she didn’t care what they’d say.

She defended him with everything in her and would shout, “Fuck the world!” as Tupac would.

His ways were rubbing off on her and she loved it.

“I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m falling for you like a mothafucka.” He speaks truthfully, finger tracing up and down her arm. “I think I love you.”

“I’m growing to love you too, Tupac.” Neither of them moved a muscle, never breaking eye contact either. “What should we… do now?” She began, tension brewing over between the pair. “Should we act upon these feelings or just, let them be feelings.”

A heavy sigh passes his lips and instantaneously he looks away, Nefertari knew that he was bound to say something she wouldn’t like. “I have to let you know… there are other women.” She had no choice but to respect his honesty, remaining calm.

Her best attempt of maintaining her nonchalance seemed to be working. Though, in the inside, she was fuming with jealousy. The thought of him wrapped in another woman’s arms pissed her off to a great degree. Then again, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.

But no matter what, she would always be there for him. No matter how many women he slept with. They weren’t her. They could never be.

“I don’t want to lead you on. I don’t even want you to think I’m leading you on. I truly enjoy your company and I would like to continue this thing we got going on. You aight with that?”

Truthfully, Nefertari had no choice but to be. The relationship the two shared meant a lot to her and she didn’t want him out of her life. He’d just stepped in four months ago.

Nodding, a light grin amongst her two toned lips, “Yeah. It’s cool.” No. It wasn’t. The grin was placed to cover up the frown she fought and won against.

His unreadable eyes searched hers as if he was looking for something in particular, though, he remained silent. Eventually, he connects their lips. “Beautiful.” He speaks in between the loving kiss they shared.

That’s all there was… a kiss. A passionate, soul-snatching kiss.

————

Overtime, Tupac had been filming another film, Above The Rim. But shortly after that began, she began to see less of him. Though, still they would speak on the phone every once in a while. But those phone calls became once every blue moon. With the amount of court dates, interviews, filming, he had a lot on his plate.

There would be times he wouldn’t answer her calls nor her pages. It was a clear indication he didn’t want to be bothered, so, she let him be.

Nefertari wasn’t sweating it though. She was busy as well, finding more work as a model and a video girl. During their hiatus, she was able to get more work done.

There she was at a fashion show on January 24th of 1994. The young woman was getting prepared to walk the runway for Calvin Klein, having her makeup and hair done. Her eyeballs peered onto the mirror, remaining silent, in deep thought as she observed both the beauticians work.

Suddenly, her phone would rang. Without a hesitation, she reaches for her Motorola Piper Cellphone that sat on the bright white-painted vanity. Answering in her soft tone, “Hello?” She awaits for the unknown person to speak on the other end, given the fact that she hadn’t even looked at the caller ID.

“Nef, how you doing, baby?”

She knew that voice by heart. Then, her heart actually began to race. After all this time, he finally gave her a call. But she wasn’t complaining. As long as she heard his voice, she was fine. The fashion show no longer mattered.

She was willing to drop everything to go see him where ever. Didn’t matter the hotel nor the distance. All he had to do was name it and she’d be there.

“I—I’m great. It’s been so long. How have you been? Filming going great so far?” She found herself stuttering, eyes fluttering and immediately smiling genuinely. Something she hadn’t done in a while.

“Yeah. We just wrapped that shit up like two months ago. What you doing right now?”

“I’m in glam, preparing for a fashion show.” As stated before, she would drop everything to see him. “Did you have any thing in mind, or…?”

A sharp silence meets her eardrums and her eyebrows furrowing together, remaining silent as well. She was awaiting a response, wanting to hear him say, “Come see me.”

But instead, he says, “I want to apologize.”

“For what?” Her inquiry passes her lips instantly.

“Doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do…” He began. “I lead you on. I knew that you fell for me— shit— I fell for you too.” Shuffling is heard on her end, indicating that he was shaking his head. “Like I told you before, you are not the only woman. That and I got a lot of baggage. It’s too much shit going on in my life for me to ever take a woman like you serious.” The rapper pauses, a heavy sigh escaping his throat.

“The day I told you I was still seeing other women, I didn’t say anything, but I saw the hurt in your eyes. You knew all along yet you didn’t say a word because of your feelings for me. You were more than willing to put up with it… when you deserve more than me. I can’t be the man you need me to be.”

Nefertari could feel her heart breaking into two, though she maintained her composure, considering the glam team was still working on her. “What are you saying, Pac?” Desperation filling her tone.

“Although we haven’t been much on speaking terms, I was still thinking of you. I was thinking of you in court, those jail cells, when I was filming—I’ll always think of you. You’re a beautiful creature, inside and out. You don’t need a fuck up like me in your life.”

“Don’t speak about yourself that way and I don’t care about any of that stuff or the media or—” She starts, only to be interrupted.

“This ain’t about the media, Nefertari. Fuck them. This is about us. As hard as this will be, man, I love you but we gotta part ways. All I’ll do is hold you back and you don’t need that. I’m fucked up right now.” The young woman couldn’t believe her ears right now.

No-one else in that room mattered, even from the night they met at that nightclub, “I wish you would stop telling me what I need.” She protests, her voice raising but she still remembered to conduct herself in an appropriate manner. “I know exactly what I was getting myself into. You’re who you are and I can’t do anything but accept that.”

“It’s over, Nef. I’m sorry.” There was not enough protesting she could do to change his mind. He was adamant on his decision, knowing he was losing a friend and a potential lover. “I wish you nothing but the best, baby. I gotta go.”

“Guess this is goodbye, then.” She has no choice but to let him go. It’s what he wanted.

A long, emotional pregnant pause poured amongst the two. No more words were exchanged. There was nothing either of the two could do or say to make their situation better. Technically, they had been over since he stopped responding to her calls and pages, but he’d finally given her the closure she deserved. That was the least he could do.

The rapper didn’t want to leave her hanging with unanswered questions, wondering why he’d disappeared on her. It was better to be honest than to avoid her like he planned to do initially.

The moment he ended the call was the moment he ended their relationship. There was no more Nefertari and Tupac.

Meanwhile, Nefertari’s stared into the mirror of the vanity in pure silence. A sense of derealization sneaking amongst her saddened being but she disguises it, holding her head high so the makeup artist could continue to work on her canvas.

Seven months and out of those seven months, they weren’t on speaking terms for two months. As naive as this may sound, Nefertari thought they were building something; a relationship. Just for that building to come crumbling down when Tupac told her, “It’s over.” Those two simple words ended it all.

Though, in the midst of her pain, the two words she could think of is could’ve been. They could’ve been, in different circumstances and in an alternate life.

Maybe another lifetime.

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Recommandations : Romans historiques

Suite à une discussion avec @queenfredegund j’ai retrouvé quelques romans historiques qui m’avaient marquée. Les voici classés par cadre géographique. Certains ont été lus il y a 3 ou 4 ans, donc je ne me rappelle pas de tous les détails. N’hésitez pas à me dire quels sont vos romans historiques préférés !

Chine :

-The empress of bright moon, tome 1 « The moon in the palace », Weina Dai Randel : Un roman sur l’impératrice Wu Zetian et ses premières années au palais, avec une protagoniste intelligente et attachante. Il y a un tome 2 mais je ne l’ai jamais lu. 

-Le chant des regrets éternels, Wang Anyi : Un roman élégant et mélancolique. A travers les aléas de la vie de son héroïne, il livre un portrait de Shanghai et des tourments de la révolution culturelle. 

-Impératrice de Chine, Pearl Buck : L’impératrice Cixi, de son arrivée au palais à la prise du pouvoir. Un roman prenant avec une protagoniste intelligente et nuancée.

Egypte antique :

-Nefertiti et Les soleils de Nefertari, Michelle Moran : Je mets ces deux livres ensemble car ils sont en réalité liés. L’autrice nous offre un point de vue original sur ces deux reines et les évènements qu’elles ont traversés. 

Empire Aztèque :

-The goldsmith’s daughter, Tanya Landman : La chute de l’empire Aztèque vue par une héroïne orfèvre. Là encore, un personnage féminin très intéressant et doué de ses mains.

 France :

-L’héritière des anges, Florence Roche : XVIIIe siècle, une belle histoire d’émancipation grâce à l’opéra et au chant, avec en filigrane les conséquences des guerres de religion entre catholiques et protestants.

-The Paris Winter, Imogen Robertson : Académie de peinture, enquête, vengeance et solidarité féminine sont les ingrédients de ce roman qui explore le quotidien parfois difficile d’apprenties peintresses au XIXe siècle.

-L’atelier des poisons, Sylvie Gibert : Comme dans The Paris Winter, on y suit une héroïne peintresse qui cherche à faire sa place dans le milieu. Se rajoute à cela une enquête policière bien menée qui en fait un livre prenant.

Israël :

-Sisters at Sinaï, Jill Hammer : Un recueil de nouvelles écrit par une femme rabbin et mettant en scène les personnages féminins de la Bible. Aucun prosélytisme mais une relecture féministe de certaines situations. Certains textes sont très émouvants.

-Jezebel, Eleanor de Jong : Un roman qui donne une vision plus juste de ce personnage tant calomnié dans la Bible. Jezebel est montrée comme une femme trop libre pour cette société patriarcale et un personnage courageux, humain et crédible.

 Italie :

-Les héritières de Rome, Kate Quinn : Je ne trouve pas tous les livres de Kate Quinn sur Rome bons (ni tous ses livres bons par ailleurs) mais celui-ci est sympathique et distrayant. Les héroïnes sont intéressantes, bien campées, chacune avec une personnalité distincte.

-Sacred hearts, Sarah Dunan : Italie, en pleine Renaissance. Un livre qui aborde la thématique très intéressante du couvent comme un lieu d’émancipation où les femmes sont libres d’apprendre la peinture, la médecine etc.

-Bleu passion, Victoria Strauss : Un roman plus jeunesse qui aborde les mêmes thématiques que Sacred Hearts mais en se focalisant sur la peinture. Les deux livres se complètent assez bien d’ailleurs de par les choix faits par leurs héroïnes.

-Captive des Borgia, Jeanne Kalogridis : Il est facile de se planter et de tomber dans ces clichés outranciers avec un livre sur les Borgia. Celui-ci les évite mais il a surtout l’originalité d’être écrit du point de vue de la princesse Sancha d’Aragon, une forte personnalité.

-The shepherdess of Siena, Linda Lafferty : XVIe siècle, Virginia souhaite braver les interdits de l’époque en participant à des courses de chevaux. L’héroïne brille par sa détermination face aux obstacles et aux préjugés qu’elle rencontre.

Japon :

-Fille de joie, Kiyoko Murata : Une histoire d’émancipation et de solidarité féminine. Bien que l’héroïne soit vendue à une maison close, la prostitution n’est pas montrée de manière glamour mais comme une exploitation dont ces femmes vont devoir se libérer.

-Les mystères de Yoshiwara, Matsui Kesako : Une enquête dans le “quartier des plaisirs” éponyme. Différents personnages prennent tour à tour la parole pour nous conter leur quotidien. Se dévoile en filigrane le portrait d’une femme énigmatique, surprenante et maîtresse de sa destinée.

-Le miroir des courtisanes, Sawako Ariyoshi : L’histoire d’une mère et de sa fille dans le monde des geisha. Deux personnages féminins complexes et un puissant portrait de femme indépendante.

-The Kabuki dancer, Sawako Ariyoshi : L’histoire d’Izumo no Okuni, la femme qui fonda le théâtre kabuki. Une belle histoire d’émancipation grâce à l’art au sein d’une époque tourmentée. 

-Three views of crystal water, Katherine Govier : Un roman doux, contemplatif et poétique sur une jeune occidentale accueillie dans une communauté de plongeuses ama. En filigrane : le début de l’intérêt de l’Occident pour le Japon, la guerre et le passage à l’âge adulte. 

Macédoine :

-Conqueror’s wife : a novel of Alexander the great, Stephanie Thornton : J’avais beaucoup aimé ce livre qui donne la parole aux femmes ayant influencé la vie d’Alexandre le Grand. Certaines d’entre elles sont des figures mineures, voire obscures, mais elles s’imposent ici comme des individus intéressants et complexes.

Mongolie : 

-The tiger queens : The women of Gengis Khan, Stephanie Thornton : Ce livre nous entraine à la découverte de femmes puissantes qui ont fait l’empire Mongol. Les points de vue de différentes femmes alternent tout au long d’un récit très instructif. Avertissement cependant, je me rappelle d’une scène d’exécution très dure, j’ai encore envie de vomir rien que d’y penser.

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How to stay young

How to stay young

“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”

—Jenny Han, The Summer I Turned Pretty

It feels so foreign yet exciting to be writing for the blog.  My blog has taken a back seat as work has been absolutely chaotic.   I am back with fresh content lots of stories to share. You have no idea how I have been itching to shoot this beautiful skirt that made by Tany…

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Reuni Fans Luffy di Reverie, Harta Karun Besar Apa di Tanah Suci?

MALANGTODAY.NET - Serial manga One Piece chapter 906 menyiratkan satu pertanyaan besar. Ada satu misteri lagi yang dihadirkan Eiichiro Oda yang membuat pembaca bertanya-tanya. Pada chapter kali ini, pada bagian terakhir, sebuah topi jerami ada di sebuah ruangan rahasia di Tanah Suci Mariejoa. Belum diketahui secara pasti apa maksud di balik topi jerami disitu. Baca Juga: Laga Zona Degradasi, Arema FC Kalahkan PSIS 1-0 Namun yang pasti, Doflamingo yang saat ini telah ditahan di Impel Down level enam telah menyampaikan sesuatu mengenai keberadaan topi jerami itu. Doffy mengatakan jika sudah waktunya topi tersebut untuk diungkapkan pada, mungkin dunia. [caption id="attachment_238820" align="alignnone" width="696"] Harta karun besar dan Doffy yang mengoceh di impel down @mangacan[/caption] Doffy juga menyebut jika kekuatan sudah berkurang. Mungkin, yang dimaksud Doffy disini adalah kematian Shirohige dan Ace dalam perang Marineford atau juga karena faktor dirinya telah di tahan. Namun, pertanyaan dan opini liar selalu membumbui para pembaca bila ada sesuatu misteri yang dimunculkan Oda. Termasuk, keberadaan topi jerami di Tanah Suci. Baca Juga: Bikin Shock Dunia, Valentino Rossi Juga Ikut Komentari Pamitnya Zidane Di sisi lain, pertemuan antar Kerajaan yang akan berlangsung, Reverie, menjadi ajang pertemuan para orang-orang yang telah diselamatkan Luffy dan kawan-kawan. Diawali dengan pertemuan antara Putri Kerajaan Dressrosa, Rebecca dan Putri Kerajaan Alabasta, Nefertari Vivi. [caption id="attachment_238821" align="aligncenter" width="673"] Pertemuan para putri kerajaan di Reverie @mangacan[/caption] Kemudian, Putri Kerajaan Ryugu, Shirahoshi pun ikut nimbrung bersama keduanya. Ingatan tentang Luffy pun kembali muncul dibenak mereka. Baca Juga: Deretan Prestasi Zinedine Zidane Bersama Real Madrid Selain mereka bertiga, ada juga Pemimpin Generasi 13, Sai dari Angkatan Laut Happou yang bertemu dengan Leo, kurcaci yang ikut berjuang membebaskan Dressrosa dari cengkraman Doffy. Juga hadir dari Kerajaan Sakura, Dalton serta Doktor Kureha. [caption id="attachment_238822" align="alignnone" width="696"] Pertemuan Leo dan Sai serta Dalton dan Dr Kureha @mangacan[/caption] Pertemuan orang-orang di pulau atau kerajaan yang pernah diselamatkan kelompok Luffy itu pun membuat suasana menjelang Reverie sedikit lebih ceria.

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Bukan Kebetulan

Dini hari tadi, saat saya dan Nayaka sedang membahas kekosongan gelas yang tidak disengaja, ia tiba-tiba bertanya, “Tuhan gak bisa gak sengaja ‘kan, ya?”

Saya diam sebentar, kemudian menjawab, “Gak kayanya. Aneh kalau tiba-tiba ada suatu hal yang mengontrol semesta.” Jawaban tersebut membuat saya berpikir dalam hati, Berarti gak ada yang namanya kebetulan karena semua hal berakar dari sesuatu yang bukan kebetulan—Tuhan. 

Kumpulan kejadian baru terasa bukan kebetulan ketika dilihat dari rentang waktu yang jauh. 

Lalu, apa alasan di balik kejadian-kejadian yang saya alami hingga saat ini?

Mengapa hari ini saya ke Dapur Eyang pagi-pagi dan melakukan refleksi diri? Mengapa saya makan siang bersama Nayaka? Mengapa ada Nefertari tiba-tiba datang dan bermain gitar di sebelah saya, lalu kebosanan dan bertanya perihal teori di Tugas Akhir saya? 

Hari ini ada dua hal besar yang sangat saya syukuri hari ini. 

Pertama, saya diberikan penjelasan tentang alur berpikir sehingga sekarang saya memiliki gambaran besar yang jelas tentang Tugas Akhir saya. Tepat siang ini saya curhat kepada Nayaka bahwa saya bingung karena alur berpikir Tugas Akhir saya belum jelas. Alhamdulillah Allah menyampaikan bantuan-Nya melalui Nefertari dan Naufal.

Kedua, Nayaka berhasil menyelesaikan draf Tugas Akhir-nya hari ini! Memang ia masih perlu menambahkan beberapa hal seperti Abstrak dan Lampiran, namun inti dari Tugas Akhir miliknya sudah selesai dan ia bisa mengajukan draf tersebut esok hari. :) Anehnya ia terlihat tenang-tenang saja ketika saya tanya. Sepertinya hanya Nayaka yang bisa membuat pencapaian besarnya—menyelesaikan Tugas Akhir dalam waktu tiga minggu—terlihat biasa saja.

Mengapa saya, Nayaka, Nefertari, dan Naufal dipertemukan di sekretariat HMP dan kedai kopi di beberapa kesempatan? Mengapa saya menjadi langganan Dapur Eyang? Mengapa saya menunda pengerjaan Tugas Akhir saya selama berbulan-bulan? Mengapa, dari sekian banyaknya waktu, malam ini saya mendapat pencerahan? Bagaimana dengan petunjuk-petunjuk yang pernah disampaikan Bu Dewi? Mengapa saya merasa begitu bersyukur karena saya merasa doa saya telah dikabulkan oleh Allah? 

Apa sih alasan di balik semua kejadian ini?

Bandung, 24 September 2017 Aci

#Aci #Nayaka #Nefertari #Naufal

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Tanya Nefertari, Putting Zimbabwean Fashion On The Map

Tanya Nefertari, Putting Zimbabwean Fashion On The Map

“I just want to create work I can be proud of and carve out a legacy that leaves a lasting impression on Zimbabwean surface design.” That’s the first thing the Founder of Tanya Nefertari, a radically unique design brand based in Harare, Zimbabwe blurted out to me before our chat fully started.

You don’t need to be a maverick or a first- mover to succeed in Africa anymore. According to the World…

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#African fashion #Tanya Nefertari

[nikkofrikko]

📸: My mum, @julianstreasure has the coolest little gems. She’s the actual plug on accessories ❤️✨

Photo Credit x Brooches - @julianstreasure

#black fashion #fashion #africa #music #zimbabwe #high fashion #blackfashion #african fashion #style #tanya nefertari #bgki #blackgirlskillingit #iamnefertari #theblackbeauties #blackandbrownlove #brownskingirl #proudlyzim #facebeat #servinglooks #blazer style #blazer #blazerfashion

[nikkofrikko]

My soul flies free like a willow tree

SHOP - http://tanyanefertari.bigcartel.com

Hair - My EBay 💁🏿‍♀️

#black fashion #fashion #africa #music #zimbabwe #high fashion #blackfashion #african fashion #style #tanya nefertari #synthetic hair #short wig #ebay #selling on ebay #ebay wig #ebay synthetic wig #black beauty #black woman portrait #portrait #erykah badu #erykah badu lyrics #on and on #willow tree #soul #soul quotes #blackandbrownlove #brownskingirl #melanin

[nikkofrikko]

📸: “Trends come and go, and style evolves. It’s important to have pieces of jewellery that are timeless and look chic despite ever-changing fashions.” - Karen Elson

#black fashion #fashion #africa #music #zimbabwe #high fashion #blackfashion #african fashion #style #tanya nefertari #apif #afrocan jewelry #africanjewlry #afropolitan #afrocentric #zulubeads #amazon #amazonmarketplace #freeusshipping #usa #zulu beads #ndebele beads #zulu jewelry

[nikkofrikko]

29 on the 29th, Birthday Girl ! "Holding a sunflower in your hand is like catching a falling star." - Marty Rubin

#tanya Nefertari #tanya mushayi #Zimbabwe #black fashion #melanin #blackout Tuesday #blackout #African fashion #sunflower #Marty Rubin #Marty Rubin quote #birthday #proudly Zimbabwe #nude lipstick #sunshine #lake

[nikkofrikko]

📸: “Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself”

Dress by Tanya Nefertari available on our online store Photo Credit: Julian Mushayi SHOP: http://tanyanefertari.bigcartel.com

(at Harare, Zimbabwe)

#bellsleevedress #blackfashion #streetwear #menswear #offshouldershirt #summer #bellsleeve #bgki #sisalfibrebag #stripes #blackout #offshoulder #frilltop #hiphop #streetweardaily #iamnefertari #iconic #tagforlikes #tumblr #zimfashion #africanfashion #bomberjacket #braids #offshouldertop

[nikkofrikko]

Get yourself this fantastic offer of Tanya Nefertari Cape & a unique Rwandan Hand Made Sisal Bag bundle and comfortably standout. Whoever you are, wherever you are. http://tanyanefertari.bigcartel.com (clickable link in bio)

(at Harare, Zimbabwe)

#offer #harare #onlinestore #rwanda #sisalfibrebag #africanfashiontrends #iamnefertari #zimbabwe #tanyanefertari #africanfashion #kigali

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Got interviewed by the #BBC for “Africa Business Report” and it’s airing today on BBC Africa on DSTV channel 400 at 20:40 PM Zim time 😊 thank you BBC & Taurai Maduna for the interview on how Tanya Nefertari came to exist and how it works

Watch the clip here - http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-39229264?ocid=socialflow_twitter

The show airs on Friday 10/3/17 at 1640 GMT & 1840 GMT. Saturday 11/3/17: 1010 GMT & 1910 GMT and Sunday 12/3/17 at 0710 GMT add +2 for Zim/SA time

#blackout #tanyanefertari #BBC news #bbcafrica #supportblackbusiness #blackout Tuesday #black fashion #dstv #BBC Africa