When I was a little girl, I loved cartoons.

Watching cartoons was the highlight of my day.

I could not wait to come home from school every day and watch cartoons.

And watch again after lessons,

And watch again after homework and dinner,

And watch again in between trying to convince my mum

That I smelt good and didn’t need a night bath (which never worked anyway)

And getting ready for bed.

For me, cartoons were my world.

I mean, do you see the way Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup

Destroyed Mojo-Jojo and HIM?

Or how Scooby-Doo and the rest of the Mystery Inc.

always seemed to catch the bad guy at the end of the day?

Or how Ed, Ed & Eddie were magically able to fit a jawbreaker

the size of a bowling ball in their mouths?

Or how Fred Flintstone learned how to drive a car with his feet?

I could go on and on.

They took me away from reality.

Made me believe that anything is possible.

I wondered how it was possible for adults to outgrow that.

Well, during this cartoon-savvy time of my life,

I discovered the tooth fairy.

The tooth fairy was amazing.

She gave children money. Now what was the criteria for this?

Well, when a child’s tooth falls,

All the child has to do is to put that tooth under the pillow

And the tooth fairy will come at night when the child is sleeping

And make a trade.


I could make money? Just from something natural that happened to me?

Well, okay then.

Time to do some business with the tooth fairy!

So, one day when my tooth fell,

I put the tooth under my pillow

In hopes to wake up to money that I could use to buy candy.

Well, the next day, I woke up early, eager to see my money


No Money!

I didn’t understand.

Why was my tooth still there? Why didn’t the tooth fairy come?

Maybe she got lost, or forgot to check or maybe morning came too early.

Well, I decided to try again next time.

And I did!


And again…

And again…


It took a while for me to realise that,

The tooth fairy wasn’t coming

There was no tooth fairy!

It dawned on me that she did not exist.

I had to face the reality.

I later discovered that, parents were the ones that kept the money there

The tooth fairy really didn’t exist.

I was forced to face a reality that I wasn’t ready for.

But you know what, it taught me.

Life is not roses and butterflies.

I mean, we want to believe that it is but it really isn’t?

We have to understand that shit happens sometimes.

You know, terrible things happen

But so do good things,

It’s just about accepting and learning as they come.

Some wounds will be hard to heal.

Some might never heal completely, it might leave a scar

But with each passing day, we learn to live with it.

That’s what makes life, LIFE.

Mamas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Writers

I love this post. There is something about it that i find very special. i guess it is because I can relate to it. I might not be the best writer in the world but one thing that cannot be taken away from me is that I AM A WRITER. I love it because it is accurate to who I am as a writer but I also hate how accurate it is. Lol

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5.40 AM


The night time is an overwhelming time of the day for me

Especially between the hours of 3 am and 6 am

Because, my mind gets so flooded with thoughts.

I could lay in silence for hours just thinking.

And if you don’t mind, I’d love to share.

I want to write a book.

I have always wanted to write one since I was a child.

I have tried to before but they just never worked out.

The thing is I want to write something different, Something new!

But, every idea that comes to mind seems like I have heard it before.

And that sucks because I really want to create something revolutionary.

I was going through Instagram and I saw a post

That answered a question that I’ve been trying to answer for about a year now.

A year ago, I read a book titled The Perks Of Being A Wallflower’

And, I read something that sort of moved me a little bit.

It said: ‘We accept the love we think we deserve’.

It was such a powerful statement and I even shared that on this blog.

But, I sort of understood it but I had still been trying to get it.

Then, I read this post that said:

We accept the love, we think we deserve

You never expect the hurt to come from those you love.

You assume that your love for them ultimately means, 

That if nothing else

They love you just as much.

So when they, whether lover of friend,

Show you that their devotion to you 

Is no where close to your loyalty to them,

It hurts

So the question is not, How do you find an equal in love

But rather,

How much hurt are you willing to accept along with the love and for how long? (Source: Thegoodquote – IG)

Reading that made me feel some type of way

It was very enlightening and very deep.

In a way, it was like I was seeing the human race,

In a completely different light.

It is very sad that you could love someone so much

With all your heart, with all of you

and you will get nothing back in return

That really sucks.

Even with friends, you could be there for them, be loyal to them

And yet, they will treat you like scum.

But that’s the way of the world isn’t it?

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Two years ago,

January 7th to be exact,

I was feeling very moody.

I was not feeling like myself, i was unhappy and I felt like

the weight of the world was on my shoulders.

So, I decided to start a blog that I named

‘Diary of a lost teen’.

At the time, it made sense because, I was 17 years old

And I felt lost in the world.

I felt like I could make it a blog that other teenagers like myself could relate to.

So, I started to write and my blog was born.

Over time, I felt like I had outgrown my blog url

I wanted something that sounded sophisticated

And showed who I was

So, I changed it to ‘Belle Ame Noire’,

which means ‘Beautiful Dark Soul’.

To celebrate my coming of age and two years of owning this blog,

I changed the name about three days ago to

‘Dolly Writes’ and I plan to never change the name again.

This blog is like my baby; It is my child

It has been like a journal for me;

A recording of my life experiences

My successes, My failures, My heartbreaks, My insecurities

Every single post on this blog

is a reflection of something that I have been through.

No matter how many times I change the name,

The content always remains the same,

My story so far remains the same.

I have met some amazing people through blogging.

I met Akunna, who is just beautiful inside and out and writes with so much emotion

I met Tomi, who is the sweetest guy ever and writes poetry that will make you praise God

I met Lateefah, who is just amazingly talented both in writing and in art

I met Hakeem, partly through instagram and partly through this blog

And he is just someone that I look up to and learn from all the time.

I have connected with people

That have been so moved by what I write that it brings me to tears

I feel so blessed and so humbled that I can do this

And all in all, Writing has saved my life.

Doing this; Being able to do this is a gift and I am thankful.

I have had over 3000 views from more than 25 different countries…

Might not seem very much to some others but it is a lot to me.

I have come such a long way since 2013.

My writing has greatly improved.

I have changed.

If you read from when i started till now, You will see that.

I know I’m far from being the best,

But believe me, I try and I try and I try.

Thank you to every one that has read any post that I have ever written

I am so grateful

And thank God

For keeping me alive to be writing this post two years later.

I’ll bring more

I’ll write more.