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Hey there!

I’m Jammita!

Welcome! You managed to land on this page. So, you are either really bored or just curious, either way, I’m glad you’re here.

 

 

 

These are the latest things I’ve published

Aruba Haciendo Chistenan di Rape?

Aruba Haciendo Chistenan di Rape?

TW/ abuso/ agresion sexual Siman pasa tabata yena cu noticianan impactante. Lamentablemente mayoria di nan tabata negativo, por lo menos esunnan cu mi a wak anto....

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‘Stiltes laten vallen’

‘Stiltes laten vallen’

Durante mi estudio di Pedagogia na Rotterdam, Hulanda, mi a haya algun modulo di comunicacion. Mi temporada faborito Alrededor di april, ora cu ya caba e flornan ta cuminsa...

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Aruba Haciendo Chistenan di Rape?

TW/ abuso/ agresion sexual Siman pasa tabata yena cu noticianan impactante. Lamentablemente mayoria di nan tabata negativo, por lo menos esunnan cu...

My First and Last Cursed Spring (so far)

I know, I know. We are in the fall season, and I'm supposed to write about fall vibes. Well, I live on a tropical island, and it's summer every...

‘Stiltes laten vallen’

Durante mi estudio di Pedagogia na Rotterdam, Hulanda, mi a haya algun modulo di comunicacion. Mi temporada faborito Alrededor di april, ora cu ya...

Hell is a Teenage Girl

Jennifer's Body turns 15! I saw a post today on Facebook saying that Jennifer's Body was released 15 years ago. Naturally, I checked if it was true...

‘Horns’ was a lot!

TW/ sexual abuse/ assault By mid-July, I decided to have a "summerween" by reading something "dark". I can't remember if I told you all that I...

A bit more about me…

 

My dad used to tell me stories almost every night when I was a little girl. Out of nowhere, he would come up with these amazing, elaborate stories, mostly fiction. Sometimes I would write a few of them in this black-blue colored notebook that my mom gave to me. I enjoyed writing. Sometimes I even wrote a few stories of my own. I don’t know where that notebook is anymore. And I don’t remember any of the stories that my father used to tell me, but I remember how much they inspired me, encouraged me, and especially how they made me feel. That same feeling I wanted to transfer to other people too. Coming from a small Caribbean island, can make you doubt yourself sometimes. I often thought that my dreams were too big. My husband, who can self-teach himself about anything, thinks that it’s nonsense to think like that. My father may have inspired me, but my husband was the first person to believe in me. Now at age 31, I finally feel empowered, like my eight-year-old self once was. I spend too much time worrying, obeying, and conforming, but I am done with that. Now the sun will shine brightly on me (even though I don’t actually like the sun). So I hope you will stick around, learn more about me and grow (together).