In July, 2008, I, Princess Rachella, Intrepid African American Girl International Journalism Consultant, pulled up stakes once again and headed to Nairobi, Kenya. Through my various adventures, I've concluded that if I get any MORE explosively fabulous in these prequel years to "THE BIG 5-0," I will have to register myself with the Pentagon as a thermonuclear incendiary device.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Selini

Meet Selini. She'll be one year old later this month, too. She was the ultimate cool customer, refusing to come near me until just before it was time to go. And then she wanted to boogie, in that way only babies can do so well.

You know what I'm talking about. They adopt that pseudo-Sumo stance, and then start bouncing up and down to no particular rhythm. It was HILARIOUS! Selini is such a doll. And the minute I laid eyes on her, I knew she looked just like her daddy.

When Frank finally showed up, he was just as handsome as I remembered. And I'll never forget the way little cool customer Selini's face lit up like a firecracker. And the way she started babbling like a fountain. And the way she reached for her daddy.

And the way it made me long so desperately for something I never had.

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