Bøker av Sharif Nsubuga

Vivianne wird von Parson, ihrem Ex-Freund aus der Highschool, missbraucht. Durch anhaltende Depressionen und posttraumatische Belastungsstörungen geht sie aufs College, aber das Pech, dass sie ein Leben lang mit Duran, einem College-Bad Boy, zusammenfällt. Das Leben wird nie mehr dasselbe sein.Er ist schön, aber grausam - er übernimmt die Kontrolle über sie, ungeachtet seiner stinkenden Einstellung. Etwas Dunkles an ihm erregt Viviannes Aufmerksamkeit, und als er sie berührt, ist sie wie nie zuvor von Leidenschaft elektrisiert. Er schaut weg, unter sie, und verschwindet immer wieder, aber wenn er sie mit Jason, seinem besten Freund, sieht. Er ist verzweifelt. Ein brutaler Mord geschieht, als sie von der Möglichkeit erfährt, dass er das Verbrechen begangen hat, ist sie bereit, den Preis zu zahlen, in der Hoffnung, dass die Wunden heilen, aber der Schmerz ist nicht vergleichbar mit dem, was der böse Junge dem Herzen antut.

Vivianne is assaulted by Parson, her high school ex-boyfriend. Through prolonged depression and post-traumatic stress disorder, she joins college but unlucky she FALLS ALONG A LIFETIME with Duran, a college bad boy. Life shall never be the same. He's beautiful but cruel-- he takes control over her regardless of his stinky attitude. Something dark about him grabs Vivianne's attention, and when he touches her, she's electrified with passion never before.He'll look away, beneath her, and keep on disappearing over and over but when he sees her with Jason, his best friend. He's exasperated. A brutal murder occurs, when she gets to know the possibility of him committing the crime, she's willing to pay the price, hoping the wounds shall heal, but the pain is incomparable to what the bad boy subjects to heart.

I am a biracial woman, married to a white man, and I never allowed my son to introduce himself as black or white, on forms. I've always marked both races, and I explained to him that being a mixed race came as our heritage. I dealt with reverse racism, or what May you call it? Growing up as a different race to raising my three biracial children. I am American, but have a Nigerian mother, however, my African relatives never declared me or my children as part of their family. Could I call this reverse racism? I never used my whiteness as some badge of Honor, nor did I use my blackness as a victim bludgeon. I wholly respected and embraced both. How about the effects of the one-drop rule that was outlawed in 1967? There is no such thing as white or black people, we don't have white or black blood running through our veins, but we have DNA from both parents. Sharif Nsubuga, the author of Cosmopolitan picked inspiration from the horrific events that happened to "The South African colored community, " Individuals who were not either black or white that faced tons of discrimination and they were seen as a residual group. Separated in every area of life, and even lost their right to vote in the 1956s.

I should've been kind to that boy, his scarred back willing to punish himself for approval. He became lost, didn't know what to believe anymore, the loneliness, of being abandoned. I met the love of my life again, he's still struggling with the set society's rules about muscularity. We were trained to suppress our feelings, after all, we're men. Deep down, Andre is hurting, but not willing to open up about his post-traumatic disorders. We both never had a supportive background. Andre is a beautiful man, and his impetuous passionate forces proportionally circled and grew larger as he walked back into my life. Firstly, I grew up in a small town. My father loved his religion more than anyone in the world. I tried to be accepted, but the priest said otherwise. I used to believe religions were supposed to be a symbol of love. But why have I been restrained from my beliefs about love? Sharif Nsubuga, the author of Cosmopolitan, talks of homophobia as a lost used mechanism of the weakest minds trying to lower a queer's state of mind so that they can create and accommodate an illusional environment for them. Andre and I struggled to unlearn hating ourselves. I was rejected many times by family, and everyone else l greatly loved. Stranded on the streets, until I met Andre.

June met a man, she didn't want to want him, but she does! I met Jack again, honestly, I never felt that void feeling that equated to eternal peace of mind. I projected dirt on him. College boys held a reliable tool for self-defense, responsible for destruction, but never blamed for the gunshots they shot at countless girls. "For dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return." When Jessica, the girl who used to be my friend, lost her Egyptian father, she never came back. She's now after my life. Do people go into a celestial domain where only invisible creatures live? But Jesus promised to recreate us when the resurrection comes, not as before, but to the youthful perfect human flesh. The author of Cosmopolitan talks of the earth's game, we should be unattached to life. All that money we waste, for what? For vanity? Through meeting you, we give back to life! How about the religions' theories of suffering for eternity, just because we were not holy enough? Is it the religion's call, or simply a putrefaction process?

Polo flees Spain, for Brooklyn.It's a dangerous town where you cannot trust no one. A love triangle between friends, the illicit sexual affairs, and obsession over A-list lovers break up the friendship, who pulled the trigger? Following up on the mysterious murder in Manhattan. George proved to her, that he was a perfect companion, unfortunately, Katy ignored him for her billionaire boyfriend.Izzy, a young lady, joined the neighborhood. She's curious, about the devil living opposite her apartment, sadly, he surpasses her expectations, Polo!

I'm born invisible, NO ONE ever took the time to know the real me. At Work? Streets? Homes? Or Even your Country? In places, my feet stepped you spat, not until I met her.Her glowing blue hazel eyes and golden blonde hair distracted me, on a journey back home, I was raised poor, and never did I ever imagine that I would get chased by one of the tycoon's daughters or any other girl. Jacqueline goes for what she wants, however, my mind wants someone else, she's overseas, and I'm risking my life to see her."As we stand here to say goodbye to my late fiancé, Mr. Ahmed Enekei, I beg you to forgive him on my behalf." The pandemic had just hit its cores, US Doctors traveled to China, and Chaos occurred! Now I'm haunted by the US police, May Ling, the Chinese Chief Doctor in an unspecified laboratory introduces Doctor Colton and Sarah to where COVID-19 began. Whom do they want to blame? Violence, Murder, Incomparable Harassment, and Dramatic Petty fights between grown women, In honor of George Floyd, the author of Cosmopolitan, talks about the revolution of people who look like him, where, how, and when you experience your first, and HE knows we will always be the ones to know how it feels to walk every day under his shoes.

What have you heard about our gods? Some cultural theories are potentially a lie, where they either cut off your external female genitalia or face social outcasts, our Bambara women cry. The impact of "Mzungu" on African states, left us with no identity, how true it is, our Cameroon brothers and sisters end up in tears wherever they narrate French doings. "Dry tree, eaten by ants, it's long dead." African visual album rhymes with stories of culture, power, romance, male chauvinism, colonialism, deaths, poverty, women's oppression, politics, and so many things that have ever happened to you, or maybe someone else you know. In matters surrounding the unending beatings, heartbreaking events, and white diseases, Sharif Nsubuga, the author of Cosmopolitan, talks about the over-shocking stories Africa doesn't want you to know. The impact of "Mzungu" left us with no identity, how true it is? The unbalanced cultural practices. Is it harsh on women?

The fear of loss and regret has made us think twice about the consequences of our own actions. "I Wish" then becomes a song to every unsatisfied soul in the victimized situation.It's a great risk, to entrust your affection to someone who can wake up one day and not want anything to do with you.So, we turn a blind eye to the actual painful fact and keep on lying to ourselves and escaping from reality, but what if they're really gone? Experience a story of a faded romance. Elizabeth writes him a letter, he left and never gave her hope of returning. The vivid images, from Sharif Nsubuga, the author of Cosmopolitan called his "phenomenon heartbreak story." Elizabeth is barely out of the toxic relationship, she meets Eros, her soulmate. She feels safe.Will Eros look away beneath her for Jennifer, the only girl that made her insecure? And why did he leave her with a broken heart? She knows he needed time to think about it, but maybe Eros cannot help it. She has done something worthy of unforgiving, but why doesn't he confront her? The guilt hit her terribly, and she picked up a piece of paper to write him a letter bearing her questions.