17

I was going through my photos from when I was 17 and found these. They mean so much to me.. When I turned 17, my friends bought me a cake with Africa on it. It's a little hard to tell, but I remember what was supposed to be on there. They knew I loved Africa and was always talking about it. That was 8 years ago and that fact still stands true. Kiza is my bestfriend of going on 20 years next year. We met when I was 6 at Jesse Draper Boys and Girls Club and we've been inseperable ever since. We used to hang out every single day, when I was back home. People always thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend at Tri Cities. He's getting married soon and I know he'll be the best husband. So so kind and thoughtful. The screenshot of that conversation between the two gentlemen is old but it made me laugh lol.

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