Friday, 31 July 2015

What it takes to be a good babysitter

Hey guys! So on Monday and Tuesday me and my brother had a babysitter. In my opinion, she was terrible at babysitting, and today in this post I'm going to tell you why she wasn't good enough for me.

ACTUALLY TALKING TO IT'S RESPONSIBILITIES: My babysitter barely done this, I mean, of course she talked to us, but that was only things like this, 'Hold my hand'. 'Your mum's coming soon', 'Do you guys want pasta or pizza?'. She could of at least asked us about how school was going, considering I DON'T KNOW...BECAUSE WE WERE MOVING INTO A NEW YEAR!

Taking an interest in what it's responsibilities are doing: We had nothing to do in her house except watch the TV and go on the laptop (which we brought). Whilst we was on our  laptop, she was just sitting back, relaxing on her phone and pretending we weren't even there! Why don't you get your but off that sofa and ask us what we're doing?! 

NOT TREATING YOUR RESPONSIBILITIES LIKE BABIES: Her mum clearly told her that I was 12 and my brother was 10, when I was walking, she literally grabbed my top and pulled it, as if I was a dog on a leash! Even when I was crossing the road, she held our hands, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with that. But 1) we're not babies 2) If you're going to hold our hands at least say why and actually say it KINDLY.

Being happy about the whole situation: I don't think she smiled at us ONCE! All she did was tell us what to do 'You guys need to walk fasterrrr'...STOP telling us to walk faster.

Making a joke out of things: I was going to buy a souvenir and she says, 'Ok. You gonna waste your money? Ok..." Seriously? First of all it's not wasting money it's USING money to remember a place you went to, and USING money to enjoy what you got or whatever! What's even more annoying about what she said was that her tone was so moany, as if she didn't care about much. She could of at least said it in a brighter tone and laughed at the end, since this was the first time she babysat us and we didn't know her very well!

I hope you enjoyed my post everyone. Now you tell me, have you ever had a terrible babysitter and what do you think of this one?

See ya!

Sunday, 26 July 2015

Heal: Outside of the Hut (Chapter 8)

Hey everyone, so before I start the post, I have two announcements! 

I've got braces now, thank God they're the removal ones...

THERE'S A NEW BLOG! WRITTEN BY SOMEONE I KNOW IN REAL LIFE! Her name is Ella, she is only 8 years old and VERY talented:

My life was a wreck. My dad and my 'parents' argued all night. Dad told me to go back to the cottage, alone, in the pitch black sky, I wondered around...Praying that I wasn't lost. "MHHMMM" I loud, elderly voice yelled. I felt bony hands delicately slithering up and down on my shoulder. "Excuse me, young darling" she said. 

I saw just the eyes of her face that night, "Yes ma'am" I replied politely. 

"You must be Kizzy. Why you out here on your own?" she said in a cockney accent

"Um, ma'am, I'd prefer not to tell you...It's kinda private" I quickly walked away, before she could say anything, but of course, she found me. "Oi! Ya don't run away from me like that! Ya look like your grandma! Let me take ya to her!" 

"But, I need to get home ma'am" I gulped hard after saying this, considering I knew I said it rudely. "We ain't got much time, come here!" She dragged me and dragged me and dragged me. I had no idea where I was, all I could see was eyes, small blue ones. I definitely was not used to blue eyes, brown eyes were familiar. I actually never knew there was such thing as blue eyes, until I met her. 

"Here we our little one! Now you go and spend time with ya grandma. See ya later Kizzy! Cheers!" 

The door was creaky. The house was terribly small. "Come in darling" a lazy voice demanded. Everyday something else happened. I was sick of it. All this, and now I'm meeting my real grandmother? Does this make any sense at all? The room was sickening, a sofa was squashed in the corner, and a bed was pushed against the wall. "Your eyes, your eyes are amazing" she said, I stood up, I didn't want to sit on her old, dirty chair. It was horrendous to look at, I didn't care if she was my real grandmother. "Now Kizzy...My granddaughter, there's a book..."

"NOW LISTEN TO ME YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE RAT, WE KNOW YOU HAVE THE BOOK. SO GIVE IT TO US. NOW!" Blue Eyes boomed, whilst violently pinching my neck with her sharp nails. Because I refused to give my real grandmother the book, she had called Blue Eyes and told her to ask. "GIVE US THE BOOK!" grandma screamed, punching me in the stomach. She wasn't my grandma, she just wanted my great -grandfather's book because she was jealous, jealous of his God given gift. At that moment, my 'father' came in. "Tamera! Come here! DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER, YOU EVIL WITCHES". He was my father after all. Of course he was. He grabbed me and shoved me on his back, I was glad to be, glad to not even have to stand on this woman's floor boards. 

"Dad?" I whispered, as we were making our way back to the house. 

"Yes darling"

"I'm so sorry about everything. He completely lied to me."

"You don't have to say sorry Tamera. I have a story to tell you"

"Please tell me the story"

"That woman, the one who said was your grandma, her mother, knew your great grandfather. Caesar, the one who was psychic. She was jealous, jealous of his gift. She murdered both his parents, his mother was pregnant. And that amazing child, that amazing un-developed creature SURVIVED! Her name was Kizzy, and she's still alive..."

My great grandma Kizzy was still living, at 119 years old, Blue Mitchell had messed with my birth certificate, tricked my mother completely, and was following in his grandma's footsteps. I never did find out how he had tricked my mother in such a way, and changed my birth certificate, but I knew that he was my enemy, and that I shall never ever follow his path of jealousy. I never knew that jealousy could lead to murder, Blue Mitchell's grandma had done that, to my great great grandma and great great grandma, all she wanted was Caesar's book, to try and find out what would happen in the future before everyone else. Even if she had had the book, with that attitude and rush to discover something that hasn't happened yet, she would of never worked it out. Then one day, when Caesar was only 28 years old, with his wife and kids, she stabbed him dead with a knife. 

 My father had said that even though my great grandfather had never had clear  visions, he was still taken as a psychic. It was now my responsibility to read more. So running upstairs to my bedroom, I read and read and read, all night. 

Dear Diary,

My visions are starting to become more clear now, as in not so blurry. A little girl was reading a very old book in her bedroom. I have no idea who that was...Maybe a grandchild...

Dear Diary,

Today I had a very scary vision, bombs were being set everywhere, I heard gun shots every five seconds, it was terrible! Is this chaos going to happen today!?

Dear Diary,

Today I'm REALLY angry, both my parents have been killed, and somehow my baby sister has seemed to survived. She hasn't even fully developed yet, she's so tiny that her chair could be a teacup. Luckily I have my grandparents to look after us. They took her to the doctors, and she's going to stay there for a while. I can't sleep at night, I want to be with my sister, Kizzy. I don't want her at the doctors without me. She could be dying right now. It's too hard to explain my hatred for the Mitchells. They're jealous of my gift, SO jealous that they had murdered my parents. One day I'll get them back, and If it's not them, I hope it's someone related to me. What's worse is that a little girl only aged 8 would even have the 
audacity to murder two 32 year old people. I have to go to school with that little devil, she's in the same class as me. My grandparents are looking for a new school for me to join. AWAY from them. Every second of the day she's staring at me, staring at my eyes. 

Dear Diary,

Today of course I had a vision. Yes it was blurry, but it wasn't at all hard to understand. A little girl met a VERY old woman, the woman was talking to her, giving her directions to a special place. 

My eyes were beginning to close, I was determined to read 50 entries, but as I tried, I kept reading the same sentence, I kept reading the same sentence, I kept reading the same sentence. When faster than the blink of an eye, I dropped to sleep. 

"MUM, DAD, I REALLY WANT TO MEET KIZZY!" I boomed as soon as I woke up.

"MORNING TAMERA, COME DOWNSTAIRS FOR BREAKFAST, YOU'LL SEE KIZZY TODAY!" Mum replied. Vegetarian sausages. Finished. Bagels. Finished. Scrambled egg. Finished. Baked beans. Finished. Hash browns. Finished. "I've finished, I'm gonna go and get myself ready! Thank you mum thank you dad!" I was so excited that day, and so happy to be back with my real family again. When I was walking up the stairs, I saw Huey and Karen running down. "Hi guys!" they jumped on my back as If I was as strong as hercules. "TAMWERA! WHAT HAPPWENED?!" they asked in unison.

"It's nothing guys! Now go down and eat your breakfast! It's a big one today."

We walked all the way. My mum came with me. Kizzy's house was quite far away, there were people walking all over the house, as she was old, she needed people there to look after her. It was a big house, bigger than ours. She had a beautiful front garden and back, lovely polished windows, everything was amazing! "COME IN! COME IN!" Kizzy yelled, I ran in like a bomb was about to explode next to me. "Hi um..Great grandma Kizzy! I'm so excited to meet you!" I screamed, hugging her at the same time. 

"Hello hello hello. What is with this great grandma Kizzy. Just call me Kizzy GG. GG of course stands for great grandma! Oh hello Mariah! Thank you for bringing her here!"

"Hi Kizzy! That's not a problem, I'm gonna leave you two here alone. See you later Tamera, be good for Kizzy GG!" and they both laughed at that. 

I hope you liked it everyone! Please don't forget to check out Ella's blog! 

Have an amazing holiday!


Friday, 17 July 2015

Yr7 Completed

Hi guys! So today I finished yr7! In September I'll be starting yr8! Anyway, happy summer holidays! Today I'll be sharing what I enjoyed most about my first year in secondary school! Also you must of noticed that I'm not as sad now! Sorry for all the explanation marks! Oops just done it again! Oops...

I enjoyed Yr7 because it was a challenge...I mean, being put in a school not that close to your home and with no one there who you know, it's obviously going to be a little difficult. But I've settled in now, made some friends, I'M GOOD!

Being in a girls school isn't that bad, I sorta enjoy the gossip sometimes, as long as It doesn't sound anything like this -


Ughhh, I can't stand that. By that's how a lot of us talk in London nowadays. If I hear this a lot...I LITERALLY ALMOST FALL ASLEEP. 

A little gossip isn't that bad...Like yesterday a singer came into our school and sang love songs...And he was supposed to be talking about cyberbullying, as the whole event was called his Cyberbullying School Tour. Trust me, you don't wanna hear the details...


Sorry for that. Apparently my school might be changing into mixed! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Everyone else be like...Ow...I'm being so crazy in this post...

Hopefully some boys will come and liven it up, sorry for the short post, proper post coming soon!

 See ya.

Sunday, 12 July 2015

Why Can't Black Girl's Just Love Their Natural Hair?

Hey guys! I'm going through a sad time at the moment so won't be in a very good mood as you may of noticed that I haven't been extremely happy like I always am on the Google+ Hangouts.

Lets just get to the post...

It's quite sad actually. They always have weave or extensions, and what's even sadder is that as soon as they've got that weave on their head they're confident and happy. I'm a natural, and everyone always says 'oh you've got such long hair!'

Once when I was in primary school, these yr6's kept asking me, 'Are you sure that's not extensions'
'Yes...' I would say, having to saying it over and over again to people who were confused. I really don't see how it looks like extensions, there is no big knot at the beginning and....Really? Can't you tell the difference?

A lot of black women our days had beautiful long hair when they were younger, but relaxed it and DONE. IT'S RUINED COMPLETELY! So I guess thats a BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG BIIIIGGGGG thank you to the person who made up the relaxing chemical...

I'm sure a lot of people had long, beautiful hair when they were younger, like one time I was shopping with my mum and an elderly woman told my mum to look after my hair. And she was pretty serious when she said that. Now I realise how lucky I am to have a mother who knows how to keep my hair healthy. 

My point is, I just wish the relaxing chemical, weave and extensions didn't exist (straightening is fine I guess). I wish everyone had healthy hair like me...

Here are a few pics I found on google of afros that I LOVE

That's it for today! Thanks for reading!

See ya

Sunday, 5 July 2015

The Would You Rather Challenge & Why I Hate Slavery

Hey everyone...I just found out something very sad...But I still bothered to log on and write a post. So today I'll be introducing my new tag...named, 'The Would You Rather Challenge' and expressing my anger on slavery…Something that happened more than 1000 years ago! And in fact, is still happening now!  

So yes! Thanks to the awesome Noor, I've got myself a lovely poster made by her! 


Answer all of the questions!


Always include the poster!

Nominate 6 people at the end

Always include the 'I Nominate' picture

Give Noor credit for the poster!


1. Would you rather ~

Eat pizza OR lasagna 

Non-stop all day

2. Would you rather ~

Play piano OR violin 

3. Would you rather ~

Grin OR frown 

Non-stop all day (Both hurt once you've stopped).

4. Would you rather ~

Learn an extremely tricky dance routine online  OR Learn it with millions of people 

5. Would you rather ~

Pick your nose in front of a snitch OR have to do it in an assembly

Skye - The Secret Thoughts
Kate - The Teen Aspect
Jasmin- Draw Divine
The Grand Regime
Noor - a little bit of sunshine
Nicole Rose - Self Known


Why I Hate Slavery

Slavery is something that happened more than 1000 years ago, however it still effects me.

Slavery was a devilish organisation in which Europeans who moved to America captured innocent people from Africa. The journey to America was extremely long, they were in bad conditions and ate disgusting food. Many slaves either died or committed suicide The sail took months, and when they finally arrived, they sold them immediately, even having the audacity to claim that God had sent them to help. Erm...Well if God 'sent them' why would you treat them badly? They claimed they were good Christians, their men were disgusting alcoholic rapes who had brainwashed women by their side.

Now you must be thinking...But how exactly does it effect you?

It effects me because I know that my ancestors were slaves. I know this because there were slaves in the Caribbean, and my surname is English.

There were different plantations during slavery, which were basically places in which slaves worked in. Your surname would be the surname of your slave owner, and so the last slave owner to own my dad's family was Mr. Spencer. And how much I hate Mr. Spencer.

Recently I watched a film series called 'Roots', based on an African warrior called 'Kunta Kinte'. Kunta Kinte was captured in his teens, but throughout his time in America, he still remembered his culture, language and tribe 'Mandika'. Therefore he told his child 'Kizzy' his story and where they came from, and so Kizzy told her child 'George' and so on. Alex Haley, the 7th generation of Kunta Kinte investigated Kunta Kinte and his family's story. Then made it into an amazing film...'Roots'

Of course, there were some inappropriate scenes for me to watch, therefore my parents had to watch it with me. BUT...I didn't watch those inappropriate scenes...Which there weren't many....Anyway!

Apparently there's a place in America which has information about your ancestors, I'D LOVE TO GO THERE!

Now my goal is to do what Kunta Kinte did, tell my children my story, and carry it on. So I'm going to make myself an amazing book, that MIGHT be called, 'Carry Me On!'

Thank you so much everyone for reading my post!

I can't wait for you guys to see the next post I have planned...

See ya!