Cold Pizza

Salvo Migliorini serves up a tranquil and uplifting offering on Mixcloud.

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Taking stock, the maths is slowly getting an order. Going back to the drawing board is a necessary discipline to overcome the whack of rather disappointing love affair. Not to mention the disruptive vanishing with sums of money that left a mountain to climb. But alas, climb one must. Breath Arion, breath.

I have never been one for ‘the next day pizza’. Somehow the titbit doesn’t rev my motor as the night before. In the same breathe the idea of a Mugabe titbit landing and being housed by ZA is an unsavory notion. I mean how dumb must one be and still breathe. The wife assaults a ZA woman and flees, hubby brought a country to its ankles and ZA is contemplating putting up with this trash. No thanks, we have enough of our own thank you very much. I mean I am here huuuuuney, sweeetie, daaaaarlin’, angelcakes, bokkie. 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

It is so weird. I drew up my ‘Black Friday’ promo yesterday and felt all kinds of discomfort about the name of said international promo day. Although I understand the promo to be a getting rid of seasonal stock, a symbol of giving back, a potential for new repeat business and a sense of being part of a global community, the term ‘Black Friday’ still conjures up pictures of mass mourners. I guess that is just my creative thinking. 😜

So often when things go on sale, one discovers the reason why particular items didn’t sell. So to counteract the argument and to offer a valid and valuable offer to peeps at large I banged out a really great offer. An offer that will yield some great experiences and awesome win-win scenarios for both the client and myself.

A stranger fed me some cold pizza yesterday in the form of an online enquiry. I was startled to say the least that her desire was drawn from the trashy Jordy Shore gang. I mean seriously. As, supposedly, entertaining as that bunch are they are not exactly style icons by any stretch of the imagination. To be honest, although I haven’t watched any television in over a year, the random running commentary of that bunch leaves one wondering why the heck they even are on television at all. Sadly, it is a reflection on us as a society. Yup, the television mongering dictators feed us what we are drawn to. Give me a period piece biography any day over the flimsy, to say the least, reality ‘yawn, gulp, aaargh’ TV any day.


Look I am no prude. I have done more than my fair share of ‘ poorly-chosen-behaviours’ and I still smoke ciggies and devour gallons of chocolate. But are we really a society that indulges corruption, greed, trashy behaviour, settle for comfort rather than truth, get into bed with destructive dictators, hate based on superficial judgements, claim rights when it suits our personal agendas and negate the sincere self-improvement of the honest worker?

Something to think about….

Look, recently I fell for a lie too. I ignored the red flags, warnings and negative behavior and got scammed. I think we all want the best to turn out so. The lesson I have learned is that:

Hoping for a good result does not mean turning a blind-eye to questionable behaviors. A good result comes from joint efforts for mutual gain in honest process.

The rest is just cold pizza!


Stay your amazing self!





Having the privilege, for 2 days, to work with ‘How do I look’ SA live in Sandton City has been a wonderful experience. It is always fun for me to step into my forte, a Makeover Specialist. It got me thinking. What is the importance of change? Funny enough yesterday I wrote a blog titled, ‘Shake it off’, which dealt with the idea of what comes after the end of the next moment? So often as a seasoned professional I see the tug-of-war, in clients, between needing approval and being authentic. Yes, hair is a superficial vanity, but a significant part of people’s expression of self. The idea of changing ones expression, as charming as it sounds, more often hits trepidation and insecurity. Why is this? I think the residing argument is most likely that most of us have no real sense of whom we actually are. We all are well aware that the most consistent thing in life is change. Breathe, don’t breath remains a fundamental choice!

Over the years of getting into people’s heads, well the bits they are willing to reveal, has fed me much scoop about the human psyche. In hairdressing we have a bit of banter about the world at large, ” I want something different as long as I look like everyone else’s different and I look like myself.” This is an all too honest and familiar outcome with clients in our chair.

Recently I had a referral who wanted to take her near-waist length hair from darkest brown to Silver platinum blonde. After thoroughly consulting, quoting and explaining the timeframe and maintenance, her expectations were dashed. She wanted the end result in 3 weeks for a year end function. This was an impossibility as she had colour on her hair. With these criteria, a more realistic expectation would have been 6 months and a mini-remortgage on her house. Think 4-5 hours per session, 1x a month over a period of 6 months, home care, in-salon treatments and mega liters of product to achieve the look. That is not even to say that we would have got there if the hair couldn’t handle the procedure.

Which brings me, neatly, to my point.

What can changing our look teach us about change?

1) Accepting that things will not stay the same opens the door to adventure.

2) Change requires effort, dedication and investment.

3) What happens after the change is determined by our embracing the outcome

4) See the opportunities that change provides as a vehicle for deeper understanding of ourselves.


Stay your amazing self!






Johannesburg, South Africa


The year is racing to an ever dramatic close!

The bated breath of ZA is catapulting towards the looming ANC Congress and the rumors about town are that self-confessed racist Cyril Ramaphosa is the probable winner of the Presidency. Let’s see. China is moving in on Zimbabwe.

What happens if Russia , China and India become the new super powers of the world? Will the benefactors of previous supremacies be able to adjust to barking orders from different regimes?

Anyhow, what will be will be. Flooding markets with more competitive objects that make the greedy dependent on increased profit margins by ‘sweat box’ industries has obviously left an indelible mark on the world at large. A world where gangster tactics seem to be becoming increasingly evident. It has always been there but I guess with techno-communication we are invaded by information that exposes it as such. It really is interesting times.

Where does that leave the good guy? A biblical scripture pops into mind that states, “There is no law against kindness.” Miss India has won Miss World 2017. The celebrated Q&A answer of Miss India is an authentic celebration of old school values where Mom is the applauded matron of society. Rightly so. Well in the natural order of things, that is. What I mean is that when us men show the correct respect to the women of the world we allow the nurturing instinct to prosper. However, when we play this ruthless game of man on top we tend to crush everything in our paths. The male ego is long winded on the tales of history as a devouring monster. In a life lesson I was privy to once, the main purpose of masculinity is the preservation of life and not the self-serving ‘Me First’ agenda that has been put forth and force fed to the authors and recipients of history repeated.

One of the most humbling expressions of Higher Power is the ability to endure pain. Pain dished out, daily, by our poor execution of choosing personal agenda over world vision. An agenda that makes women objects and children the witness of gender imbalance.


What comes after?

Although the whispered rumors and public laments of our failing humanity grows daily, we as a species, have come this far. Hope always remains that we may turn all things for the good. This requires a maturing of our ego and sacrifice of our opinions and comforts. In other words a mentality of inclusiveness. I mean let’s not forget, bro’s and dudettes, that we are all on this 1 planet called Earth after-all.

Come what may, we each will be left with the choice between good, bad or indifferent. The consequences/ karma/reactions to that choice will be determined by the very same actions we take. Our very lives will be determined by our abilities to love regardless, forgive deeply and to educate honestly.


A lesson from my own Mom, that has led my life always.

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The question is, will we as a world choose to continually cause harm by narrowed world vision?

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Stay your amazing self!





In my Conversations in a Cab 31 the topic of change came up and is the driver behind today’s blog.

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It has taken its toll and the energy to lift myself up has been excruciatingly tough. A pitch fork digs deep into my psyche. Having to take on another’s debt to be honorable, relocating and starting my rent-a-chair from next-to-scratch again and dealing with a bust up heart might do that to one. For weeks my humble apartment resembled a pigsty and I didn’t really care. But get up and go I have. The insane thing is that I still love the human who betrayed and near devastated me. But my small saga is none compared to Zim. Wow! Talk about the tides of change. Never mind the disappointment of the announcement of France getting 2023. Rightly so. Why would any foreigner want to chance their luck on a greedy ANC led state capture mafia government? I had to stop reading Jacque Pauw’s book for a while as it was beyond hectic. One cannot read this brilliantly documented historical book without being overwhelmed by the levels of human inconsideration and greed. But all of this blah blah blah is not the nah-nanana-nah of today’s blog. These are mere reactions to poor actions and in the end should not define our outlooks in lives. Stuff happens and so it must so that the bullshit can walk.

Monday I got stuck into being Dora the domestic Goddess again and whipped my undesirable into livable. I find it weirdly awesome that this week is turning into a better financial week too. I think it comes back to the basic principle of acting in gratitude yields positive results in our lives. Yes, it does mean eating humble pie and laughing at the rhythms our lives take. Sometimes it is our choices that spin our wheels and sometimes it is those of others. The point is that when we do find ourselves back to basics it gives us ample to reflect on.

The new DJ Stevie B mix on Mixcloud is cool and hits a welcome spot of orgasmic yet comfortable pleasure. In times of high impact stress I guess the familiar is the trampoline that pushes us through the burning loop.

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As a side note I deeply thank my clients and friends who support my little business and humbly ask for the increased and continuation of such. Yes with increasing measure I hope my client base grows considerably. Damn I am flipping great at my career and quite frankly deserve a bit honey on my Swiss rye bread toast. Like seriously already.

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These ‘SLIPTOVER’ makeovers are recent; the last week in fact. I hope that they inspire you to express yourself differently for a bit. The most wonderful thing is that behind each of these stunning looks is a magnificent human with amazing stories of bravery to tell. We all do in fact! Sometimes even changing ones look requires leaning on the bravery of the stylist you choose.


Stay your amazing self!



Justice in adversity

Light dances through my humble home skimming my knees that graze the floor. Yes, he is praying.

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midst the hysteria, angst and volatile emotions one can easily absorb the nervousness. But ZA! Let’s not take our final bow yet. But AZ! I laughed yesterday when I realized that my nickname was the alphabetical order opposite of Zuid Africa. It is significant as the meaning of my name is Brave Champion of the Southern Forest.

Something is stirring in me. “Look beyond the obvious,” is the voice that guides me as I take the picture above. Accidentally but rather lit on fleek I read the passage from my Bible that I flipped open for the sake of the pic. Most times I just read the Bible app in my phone. I read and the sentence, aptly the title of today’s blog, burns a path in me. Recently a brilliant entrepreneurial mind and major success story, Marnus Broodryk voiced disdain on FB regarding the ‘hard-done-by-sentiment’ of many South Africans. He is on a national tour to promote his book, ‘90 Rules for Entrepreneurs’.


cannot wait to get my hands onto a copy. Being a young, clueless upstart into self-sufficiency I have mega lessons to learn. The paragraph in my Bible that has prompted this blog, an answer to a question I put, not only to my own psyche but my HIGHER POWER, being, “How did countries rebuild themselves after WW2?” Till date this is probably the greatest source of tenacity and do-over we as a country in crises have to draw from.

Luke 18 vs 1-9, tells the story of persistent widow. What stands out for me is not so much the prayer, albeit an incredibly important action, but the continuous action to do what could be done by the widow.

1) She got up

2) She showed up

3) She nagged the judge

In other words she fought for her justice!

My favorite international DJ provides some mojo today.

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DJ STEVIE B In the tell-all and brilliantly mastered book by Jacques Pauw, The President’s Keepers’, a blow by blow account of the dismantling of ZA is told in shocking but magnificent detail. My heart pounds as I read page after page. A war was waged on our glorious country by an evil tactician and he near won. But what he hasn’t accounted for is us. The people of this land. The people, the populace, the fighters, the overcomers, the wild ones of Africa South. I mean seriously our global conquering king, Nelson Mandela cane out of prison and became an international sensation. 75 years of apartheid struggle, 27 years of prison. Madiba!!!!!! That is our ancestry. Yes we got bamboozled by a commercial break but we see clearly now. ZUMA/GUPTA/ANC near brought us to the brink of destruction but there is a hope.

Below are some articles that I found online that are informative reads about rising out of the ashes. AFRICA ZUID our work has begun and it is not the time to get drunk, despondent and or depressed. We have a country to build!!!

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STORY TIME: Serving Soup:

Mozambique, near Bella Vista, on a 99 hectare plot of land, I had been saved by a penny and hanging onto life by goodwill. My worst fears had been realized. I was a bum, jobless and dependent on others. Although it was neatly packaged and I had food everyday, a bed to sleep in and basic government medical care, I was destitute. The Counsellor’s were buying me toothpaste and soap to bathe. Needless to say my ego was bruised to say the least. I hated straight men, I boxed them the same as my gangster father. Now these very same men were caring for me and I had no power or means to resist. The sweltering heat and constant taunts by narrow-minded and misplaced judgements from other patients cut deep. My facades of the past were exposed and I had to face it. Imagine….a foreigner in a country. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The only avenue I had was the care received, which was top notch and my intense belief in my HIGHER POWER. I had to resist stealing bits of chocolate. I know that it sounds funny. When you don’t have and lavishness surrounds you in the form of chocolate it is hard to not want to resort to criminal activity. Obviously the rich kids played out their elitist action by sharing with those that could share back. It hurt like hell. After however long the rehab, HEALING WINGS, allowed me the opportunity to generate an income by charging R20 a haircut. Boy, did the good times roll. I had chocolate and I could share. The manipulators tried and successfully took advantage for a while. I had to address my ego. I was an award-winning hairstylist from Sandton doll, cutting hair with mediocre equipment for R20 in rehab. Seriously! Talk about being humbled….🤣🤣🤣🤣!

Why this story?

In a time such as this where our country is in dire straits due to the mafia activities of a Zuma/ Gupta/ANC regime, we must rise.

Being the willing participant in a recent scam, I am back to desperate. With food back to real basics and money owed I am fighting the urge to bury my head in the sand. Although the blessing is that my God-given talent will pull me through I have to humble myself again. I fell in love with someone who manipulated me to extend myself towards his goals. Yes, I stood to make a little money in the side, which was why I fell for it, I didn’t know that I was being scammed until ‘too late she cried’.

So here is the thing:

I, like you want to reach my full potential of success. It’s all I have ever wanted. To prove to myself that I am not the ‘boy from the wrong side of the tracks’ with a broken history, and not so popular point of view. I have been an equal opportunity, non-racist, liberal, anti-elitist, pro-creationist, freedom-fighter since I can remember. My vocal rantings, oft have me being rapped over the knuckles because I am deeply passionate. Most people struggle with vocal people as we tend to upset the apple-cart….🤣😜!In a time where more of us find ourselves in difficult circumstances these are the times when we must deploy wise action.


We will need to cut back our expenditure, potentially lower our prices and/or give value add, live in shared accommodation, get creative with what we have and always remember to share. “God loves a cheerful giver.” (2 Corinthians 9 vs7) I remember starting out from scratch in 2012 with nada. Throughout the last few years I have had to deploy extreme caution. When I failed to do so I cracked and burned. Unfortunately being an extremist by nature I don’t do mediocre well. So if I fail or succeed it is spectacularly colourful, either way. I may not be a Marnus Broodryk yet, but I do know this…. you and I are made from the same substance as the stars. We are not made for second best. We are made to be powerful, productive and brilliant.


We all are, at present, beingcalled to be Brave Champions of the Southern Forest!We all are being called to stop being the President’s Keeper!We are all being called to join our differences and show our wild side; the side that cannot be kept down even after 27 years of prison!We are the people who won the World Cup! We will rise!

Choose ❤️

Stay your amazing self!




I wish that I could just shut my big mouth!

But alas, the boy just cannot. Life grabs me and drags me where I oft wish I was merrily blissfully unaware. Reeling in the extravagance of sitting alongside some of my Hair heroes judging the Twincare SA HSOTY 2018 last-night was a dream come true. It is quite something to be honored to judge the efforts of another. To do ones best be to impartial and sincere in judging what is before you, without preference or nepotistic influences is tough. I am glad this morning I can smile knowing that my heart can rest as I did my task fairly, honestly and accurately. I was terrified to judge because that insecure child in me screamed, “Who do you think you are?” Chatting with the judges I quickly saw that I have a keen sense of accuracy. Another fear was dispelled in me. This last year I haven taken every kind of action to overcome the belief that says that I am not good enough. Confidently I now know that doubt is a bitch of the highest order! Don’t I look cute in the pic above….. lol 😜! What walked in a trembling boy, walked out a conquering king. I look forward to 2018with renewed vigor and passion. I am not a fool and watch out world now I know it!

Yesterday I spent the afternoon with friends. There is something so beautiful about being accepted by a group of people who, rightly so, could paint me with the same brush as the ancestry that left a country in crises by judging others because of skin. I mean how dumb is that? Skin for crying out loud…skin!As they get to know me as a human and I them I weep for the damage caused by inaccurate judgement. How anyone can judge another through superfluous goggles is, increasingly, becoming a hard thing to wrap my head around. It is embarrassing for the judge but worse yet for the affiliate, by default, too! God have mercy on us…. you are sooooo right when you say that we don’t know what we are doing. We don’t. Help us please… we are wrong and the cracks have become gaping bombed to hell septic wounds. Even the maggots are indulged to bursting. Please help us be love. Not our version of bullshit love, but the magnificent love you are. We are wrong.

A fishy story:

With the last bits in my fridge I created a scrumptious breakfast for two. Sole baked in a crust of mild chili paste, herbs, fennel and peppers. Wafer thin ciabatta topped with mozzarella, cherry tomatoes and a drizzle of rose syrup added a delicate bite of sweet to the gentle kiss of spicy fish. It was yum!My guest devoured it and is still living so I guess I did great…🤣🤣🤣🤣! The meager but scrumptious breakfast brought tears to my eyes as I retold myself the Bible story of the ‘Fish and Loaves’. The story is a story that teaches about faith, looking beyond the obstacles and that a Power greater than our inflated egos can do more with our honest offerings in this life than we can even try fathom. I know! What looked like a bunch of nothing turned into a sensational breakfast that smacked of innovation and more’ishness.

After judging this prestigious competition lastnight, I got to speaking and sharing another simple snack with a king in my industry. As we bantered backwards and forwards, his life, my life, concluding that mutual respect and appreciation for stories that challenge our humanity I got home and wept. It frustrates me when good people are hurt by inconsiderate others. I still weep as I hear the sadness in the voice of a human I both adore professionally and as person. Their passion for hairdressing is not easily matched. I am honored as a man to know such a great flame in my industry.


{and God help me write this scathing blog of disdain, both optimistically and honestly}

Switching my phone on this AM, I am stunned. The levels of deceit, corruption, perverted sense of justice, right/wrong, hate/love, violence, power-mongering and self-indulgence is startling to say the least.

Come on World we are better than this!

You know it, I know it and the question is are we going to take this crap lying down?


As a human, like each of us, life has been tainted by incredible hurdles. Gladly, I have done most of my life honestly. The world knows my failures and my successes. Although I am a minor on a global scale, just one more fish in this big pond, I know that I am a colourful one.

What are we doing? Seriously, what are we doing? Using the good to raise the bad? Corrupting the innocent? Stealing from the poor? Kicking the dog that is down? Pious much? What are we doing? Please take it from a guy that just about every yucky thing that can happen to has experienced. We are better than this! Many times I have wanted to curl up and die because I messed up. The overwhelming goodness that covers my life is something no science, theory, pop-psychology or new-age philosophy can explain. Each chaos, self-inflicted or not, is met by a bigger more powerful love that continues to drive me towards my better self. With minimal charity, little safety net and learning through my plethora of mistakes I still stand and grow. I apologize daily for my flawed humanity but daily receive grace in abundance. I know how judgement hurts and can push us in the wrong directions. Gosh I am a balding, average guy, recovering addict, God-believer with a history as my birthright that is cringeworthy. But I love. You can too! We are better than the lies we participate in by faking our secrets. We have the same makeup that makes us jointly the same species. We are filled with profound purpose that is uniquely ours. We have the gift of choice to be better than the jurors say we are. We are the choice between darkness and light. Our thumbs up or down determines life or death. Come on! We are better than our collective history. You, them, us and I are made to be kings and queens. Ok some of us are Quings…..😜. I will take that one! You are magnificent, powerful, gorgeous and amazing! Together we change the world.


Not just Texas but the planet!


Us or the doubts that tell us that we are insignificant. I can promise you that the Higher Power is ready to take our little fish and loaves add the spice of a beautiful life if we are willing to care, share and address our own inner-demons.


Science has gone a great distance to discover the miracle of child-birth and your DNA alone leaves the most brilliant minds still theorizing the wonder of it.


Stay your amazing self!




As the hours move speedily towards what invariably promises to be a flat Christmas, my heart weeps. Look I am not speaking negatively or wishing any bad crap over my life; not at all. On the contrary. With people sending me all sorts of voice notes, reading material and bits and bobs about scams that are running riot, I just know many are sitting in the seat of ‘victim of crime’. The insane part is that I do not blame the criminals. Well at least not the petty criminals. I would do the same if I had no other option. No job, no income, no means of survival. Even online dating sites are riddled with people selling sex services to survive. As financial restraints climb so too desperate measures. I have even thought about selling my treasured, albeit untrained, art to try make ends meet since my own personal run-in with being bamboozled.

Blow by blow as I make money, sacrificing healthier foods for more basic necessities and starting to pay the responsibilities I have, life is going to be tough for a while. Look, I am not complaining. Compared to the majority of the worlds population I still have it easy. No, if I am going to blame anyone or anything it simply comes down to egoism and elitism. Because 1 man decided that their life is more important than another yesteryear we, globally, sit in a crises where undereducated, undernourished, un-nurtured, despondent, desperate people are rising up against the oppressor. Sadly I have to confess that it is the guilt of a pale skin that has created this upsurge in hostilities. Rightly so. Come on now don’t hate on me for speaking the truth plainly. If roles were to be reversed, how long would us ‘whitees’ have put up with it? Not long I can tell you. Part of the fundamental make-up of men is the ‘Conquerer’. We men, however, and some ladies too forgot to conquer by volunteering freewill from the conquered. No we dominated, beat down and lost the very shining example of our so-called westernized religiosity. We claimed territories in the name, oft, of civil Christianity; taming the barbarian. We did it the wrong way! Instead of creating equality, we created a barbaric institution of slave and master. We still repeat that same shameful practice today in 2017. So no I don’t blame the petty criminals. I blame ourselves. All of ourselves!

I sit on my patio watching my teeny tiny neighbour build his nest for his beau. The rat race scourges towards the inevitable conclusion of self-preservation. Mixcloud offers up some groovy side notes to my morning. Coffee is bitter but seems poignant for my mood of late. Carefully wrapped in a sarong I am conscious to not flag my Morningside traffic with an eyeful.


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As an extremist and eccentric I cannot help but instinctively gravitate towards different to me. I often joke with my female clients about the fact that they are from Venus. Girls are just weird…..🤣🤣🤣😜! What I mean is that they fluctuate; well at least regarding their personal statements of expression. I think this why they do my head in. I am forever trying to take the information they give me and try to get as close as I can to meeting those demands, within the confines of budget and Hair preservation. Giiiiiiirls, sometimes no is no 😜. Not because we want to be bitches, us stylists, but because we want to save you a world of hell going forward. The endless struggle of stylists. Aaaaaargh!

Nuf said! Whether consciously or unconsciously each of us has become privy to the rigors of compliance to standardized norms. These norms are guided by the self-gain interpretation of religion, bias, judgement and propaganda based educational systems. Now I am not anti any of these things but when it creates prisoners of thought and doesn’t encourage diversity there is something morbidly wrong. Can we not see it? As an outsider, simply because I don’t conform well, I see it daily as a stylist. Everybody wants different as long as they look like everybody’s different and still look like themselves. What for? Some of my most playful moments come from not fitting the mould. Never have and probably never will. I can’t help myself. I just prefer different! Lol!


I did at 28 for the for the first time. I realized that I was defined by my job, the ‘horrorscopes’, by the perceptions of others about me, my history, my understanding of that history and my expression of my inner desires. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Although I am still on a journey towards greater authenticity, I see clearly that the only task worth indulging in is love. And fiercer than Beyonce I am endearing myself with greater propensity to that cause. Hopefully it will also bring me some wealth to do more of it….lol.

{if anyone wants to help me become that…kindly teach me to do so for myself 😜…. goodness knows I need a business mind to turn my brand and dreams into a powerhouse}


Stay your amazing self!