The woman was shocked when her Uber driver uninvitedly offered advise on how to take care of her beautiful skin.
The “Queen of the Dark,” as the fashion diva was affectionately called, laughed off his comments and embraced her breathtaking beauty.
Continue reading to find out what this Uber driver said her and how she utilized it as a teaching moment!
Nyakim Gatwech, who spent her early years in refugee camps in Ethiopia and Kenya, thought that living in America would “be like heaven.”
But when Gatwech moved to Buffalo at the age of 14, she stayed by herself a lot, crying over comments made about her very dark skin tone.
“You don’t wash your hair. Because of this, your skin is filthy.Or, “Nyakim, smile so we can see you. You are invisible to us. You have dirty skin as a result. Or grin for us to see you, Nyakim. We cannot see you.
In class, for example, the instructor might ask a question and say, “Oh, Nyakim, can you answer that?””How about a toddler asking, “Who are you talking to?”? We cannot see her. She’s not here. The now 31-year-old woman says, “I would just cry, and the whole class would start laughing,” as reported by Cosmopolitan.
The innocent young girl just wanted to fit in, but it was difficult when random people were speculating about whether or not she was indeed that dark-skinned and whether or not she was wearing leggings.
I did think about [bleaching my skin] at one time. I was 14 years old when I fled an African refugee camp and moved to Buffalo, New York. The beauty admits, “After being teased [about my skin], I would cry myself to sleep.””So many stunning Sudanese women with dark skin tones bleach their skin.”
The model continued by saying that her own sister was one of the Sudanese ladies who had bleached her skin.”It was my own sister.” However, after a few months of living in America, I told her that I wanted to, and she said no. I will not allow my kid, you, or anyone else to do it.
Dark Queen
The woman, who has encountered prejudice from makeup artists, designers, and other models, is now referred to as the Queen of the Dark and feels strong since she has triumphed over the criticism.
Additionally, Gatwech’s 962,000 dedicated Instagram fans encourage her self-assurance and amazing fondness for her deep chocolate skin tone.
“My chocolate is sophisticated. Thus, I stand for this. A country of fighters,” she writes in one of her posts.
And the incredibly beautiful woman’s admirers can’t get enough of her.
One fan writes, “Omgggggg I love your skin and melanin,” while another exclaims, “I love your beautiful skin tone so much!” God creates exquisite things like you to serve as a constant reminder of His majesty.
In response to the tremendous outpouring of love, Gatwech adds, “I learned to love myself.I’m not troubled by the negative anymore. I love and embrace my skin, and I no longer feel insecure about it. I no longer believe I’m ugly. I am confident in who I am.
“The silliest queries”
Speaking about her odd skin, Gatwech recounts about meeting an Uber driver a few years ago who asked if she would ever consider whitening it.
“Oh, you’re dark,” he remarked.Gatwech describes her chat with the driver to Cosmopolitan.”I merely chuckled. I was curious as to why he felt that I ought to. He said that because it would make my life simpler. If I were lighter, I could get into a relationship more easily and guys would be more drawn to me. I’m lighter, so if I went to a job interview, I would receive the opportunity. I just responded, “I’d rather take the [hard] road, even if] being lighter would make my life easier.”
The woman goes on, “I’m used to people asking the stupidest questions ever [about my skin].”
Gatwech then shared the story on Instagram along with a stunning picture of herself with three other stunning dark-skinned Sudanese women.
“A country with people so dark you won’t believe your eyes,” the author writes. Teeth so brilliant, skin so rich. Oh, how I cherish my nation, my people, and all that it entails.
“[SIC] I was asking my Uber driver the other day, and he said, don’t take this personally, but would you bleach your skin for ten thousand dollars?” she says, going on to describe her interaction with the driver. I couldn’t even respond because I was laughing so much.He then responded, “So that’s a no,” to which I replied, “Hell to the f*king yeah, that’s a no, why would I ever bleach this gorgeous melanin that God bless with me?””So you see it as a blessing,” he continued.
Her backers applauded Gatwech right away and raced to her defense.
“I suppose he missed the memo.”Black is gorgeous,” an admirer writes.
Another person says, “I cherish you for cherishing me.”A third wonders, “Why would we ever want to mess up something so beautiful?”
Asking Yahoo Beauty for guidance, she said, “You are beautiful, you are unique, and there are people who love you just the way you are” to young black girls suffering comparable struggles. It’s said that the juice of a cherry is sweeter the darker it is. Accept your gloom!
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WIFE’S BOLD MOVE AFTER HUSBAND DEMANDS SIXTH CHILD MAKES HIM BEG FOR FORGIVENESS ON HIS KNEES!
When my husband gave me an ultimatum that scared me, he didn’t expect me to stand up for myself and our children. I taught him a big lesson about how unreasonable he was being, especially since we already had so much to be grateful for. In the end, he ended up begging me for mercy!
I never imagined I’d find myself in this situation, but here I am, at a turning point. I had to take strong action when my husband made a demand that pushed me to my limits. This demand was enough to make me take a stand.
My husband, Danny, has always been a dedicated father and a successful businessman. He works hard and provides well for our family, allowing me to be a stay-at-home mom to our five wonderful daughters.
But recently, his desire for a son to “carry on the family name” has turned into demands and even threats!
“Lisa, we NEED to have a sixth child,” he said one evening after dinner. His tone was serious and almost cold.
“Danny, we already have FIVE daughters. Are you saying you want me to keep having babies until we have a son?” I asked, feeling the tension build.
“But aren’t children a blessing? Is it really that hard?” His words stung. We’ve had this argument many times before, but this time felt different—it felt like an ultimatum. We kept going in circles, with neither of us willing to back down.
Our argument heated up to the point where Danny hinted he might consider divorcing me if I didn’t agree to have a son. “Are you saying you’d leave me if I don’t give you a son?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“I didn’t say THAT,” he muttered, looking away. But the implication was clear: he was willing to consider divorce if I didn’t follow his wishes. That was the end of our argument as we went our separate ways to get ready for bed.
That night, I lay awake, thinking about our conversation. How could he be so dismissive of the life we’d built together? Our daughters are amazing—each one unique and full of life. I couldn’t imagine our family any other way.
I needed him to understand what he was asking of me, and of us. So, before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep, I decided on a plan to show him exactly what it would mean to raise five children alone.
The very next day, I woke up extra early while everyone was still asleep. I packed a bag and drove to my late mother’s old country house. I turned off my phone’s ringer and ignored all his calls and texts.
After making myself breakfast and a hot cup of coffee, I settled in to watch my favorite show for the day: “The Drama That Unfolds When You Leave Your Husband Alone with Five Children.” I watched everything live through the surveillance cameras we had installed at home.
Danny was in for a rude awakening! As soon as he woke up, he started getting ready for work but was quickly interrupted by the noise from the kids. “Where’s your mother? Why aren’t you all dressed and ready for breakfast?” he asked, clearly frustrated.
My kids made me proud by ignoring him and continuing to play and jump on the beds. Danny searched for me while calling my name, eventually realizing I wasn’t home. He then started calling me, and I watched the calls come through on my phone.
“What the hell, Lisa?” Danny said in frustration after missing my sixth call. He realized he couldn’t leave for work because our young daughters were alone and chaotic. The first morning was hilarious and a complete disaster!
Danny tried to make breakfast but ended up burning the toast and spilling orange juice everywhere. The kids were running wild and refusing to get dressed. He was completely overwhelmed, and I was enjoying every moment from afar!
I could hear him shouting, “Emma, stop running! Jessica, put your shoes on!” His voice was frazzled.
“Daddy, I don’t like this cereal!” Emily whined, pushing her bowl away.
“Then WHAT do you WANT?” he asked, exasperated.
“I want pancakes!” she demanded. Danny sighed and rubbed his temples.
“Fine, I’ll make pancakes.”
Little Jessica, feeling left out, added, “I want scrambled eggs and cake!”
Emma, not wanting to be left out, chimed in, “Waffles and fresh cream, please!”
If his temples were aching before, I was sure they were now throbbing! The chaos only grew throughout the day. He struggled to help them with their online school, but the kids kept getting distracted and running off.
“Jessica, focus on your math homework,” he pleaded.
“But I don’t understand it, Daddy!” she cried. He sat beside her, staring at the screen.
“Okay, let’s figure it out together.” While he was trying to help the kids, a call from work came through.
From the conversation and Danny’s profuse apologies, it was clear he’d forgotten to report himself as absent for the day! At lunchtime, he was clueless about what our kids liked to eat, so they ended up having a makeshift picnic of random snacks.
“Can we have peanut butter and jelly?” Emma asked.
“I’m not sure we have any,” he replied, searching the pantry.
“How about just jelly?” she suggested. I have to admit, while it was a bit sad seeing Danny struggle, it was absolutely hilarious and totally worth it!
The house was a complete disaster, with toys scattered everywhere, and Danny looked like he was about to lose it. “Why is there Play-Doh on the carpet?” he groaned.
“I don’t know, ask Emily,” Jessica replied. When Emily heard her name, she started listing all the reasons why she wasn’t the culprit.
“I only play with purple and blue Play-Doh. I wasn’t sitting on the carpet, I only ran a bit on it in one spot. I…” Danny cut her off, looking exasperated. “Okay, Emily! Enough, I got it! Can you PLEASE just clean it up for Daddy?”
In the evening, the girls decided to play dress-up, and Danny had no choice but to join in. They dressed him up in a tiara and feather boa, pretending he was a princess.
“Daddy, you look SO pretty!” Emily giggled.
“This is ridiculous,” Danny muttered, but he couldn’t help but smile at their happiness.
I decided it was time to head home. When I walked in, Danny rushed to me, looking more relieved than I had ever seen him!
“I am so sorry,” he said. “I won’t pressure you about having a son anymore.” He held me so tightly I almost couldn’t breathe!
“I realize now how much you do, and I promise to spend more time with the family,” he vowed. I was genuinely touched.
“If you truly promise to spend more time with us and help out more, we can discuss the POSSIBILITY of a sixth child,” I said.
“Daddy, will you come to my dance recital?” Emily asked one day.
“OF COURSE, sweetheart. I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he promised. And he kept his promise! He attended every recital, every soccer game, and every school play. Our daughters thrived with his newfound attention and love.
One evening, as we watched our daughters play in the yard, Danny took my hand. “Thank you, Lisa,” he said softly. “For everything.” I squeezed his hand, feeling tears well up in my eyes.
“Thank you for understanding,” I replied.
Our journey wasn’t easy, but it brought us closer together. My husband learned to appreciate the family we have, and I found the strength to stand up for myself and our daughters. We were stronger than ever, ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way.
As we sat there, watching our daughters chase fireflies under the setting sun, I knew we had found our happily ever after.
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