I had this goal a few months ago, except it was “get my third and final tattoo”. Okayyyy, so I got my third and now I want one more.
I find that I’m realllly into the idea of tattoos and body art, in general. I think it is beautifuuuuul. I sit and watch LA Ink and not only love the artists, but the gorgeous tats that they make.
A lot of people don’t understand tattoos or think they are sinful, but I love all 4 of mine dearly. They represent me so well. They remind me of what was going in my life at that moment. Especially Gye Nyame…my 3rd one. I can’t really explain my fascination with tats. There’s just something about them. I love people who have elaborate detailed tats all over their bodies. I, of course ain’t goin’ THAT far, but I think tattoos are soooo lovely.
I already know what my fourth one will be. Africa. It’s that simple. I want to meet with a cool artist who can help me design something else to go with the continent Africa. I want it to represent my “lost” home for me. Africa….I can’t even really explain how I feel about Mother Africa. Aside from her being the center of civilization, she is also….she’s me. I’m her. That’s my blood. My heritage. My ancestry. Yet, I’m so disconnected from Mother Africa. Even with a degree in her studies, I know very little about her. And I’m her lost child. But through this tattoo, I want some kind of connection.
......see, some people probably won’t understand that, but I get it.
And I want it mid-lower back. To represent Africa being my backbone. My support.
I’ve even applied to go on the show LA Ink. LOL, I know it’s not that serious but I just adore tats. And this will make my last one only because I’m running out of body places. As much as I love tats, I know that I wouldn’t feel 100% comfortable with them being so open. Although, I love my Gye Nyame on my wrist. I’m not ashamed of it.
I always seem to go against the norm….go against what’s accepted. That’s just me.
