So I got my first tattoo in August. It was one Nhandi and I designed together. We were going to get it done together but obviously life decided against that and I had to get it on my own.
It was seriously VERY painful and I doubt I'll ever have another one but you know, it's 2.35am, I'm a little intoxicated and quite honestly, it's the thing that got me through the night. How bizarre is that?
I went out for a friend's birthday...not any old friend - my Nhandi in England friend - on the 11 month that Nhandi has left us. And in moments that I was alone I looked at the tattoo and put my lips to it.
I didn't think an engraving on my skin would have that much effect. I really didn't. But it did. It does.
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