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We have some exclusive photo from The first African Fashion Day Parade in New York City which was launched by Florence Yemi Fawaz on Saturday October 10th 2015.

see more photos after the cut



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source
http://www.reportnaija.com/2015/10/photos-from-first-african-fashion-day.html

Good to see them rep ping Nigeria.

Beautiful

lovely


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donholy28:
Stop lying... there re ugly

Beautiful as a description might be based on stances -what is ugly to you might be beautiful in another person's eye.
Afterall they are presentable.

nice

donholy28:
Stop lying... there re ugly

I'd like to see a pic of your mum

Nice

#IHATEAPC #AM A WAILER AND AM PROUD

Why are they all fat

Ok.....next news I beg.

Just few tribes represented here

Good

Why have it in New york when you can have it in Africa? Who cares anyways!!!!

That's nice... Beautiful ladies

But am pretty more than them!!...


And I know "Haters will check my Dp for confirmation

Nice pix










A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a
glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
She poured the change out on the floor and
counted it carefully. Three times, even. The
total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here
for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in
the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out
the back door and made her way 6 blocks to
Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief
sign above the door. She waited patiently for
the pharmacist to give her some attention, but
he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted
her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She
cleared her throat with the most disgusting
sound she could muster. No good. Finally she
took a quarter from her jar and banged it on
the glass counter. That did it! 'And what do you
want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed
tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from
Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said
without waiting for a reply to his question. 'Well,
I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess
answered back in the same annoyed tone. 'He's
really, really sick ... and I want to buy a
miracle.' 'I beg your pardon?' said the
pharmacist. 'His name is Andrew and he has
something bad growing inside his head and my
Daddy says only a miracle can save him now.
So how much does a miracle cost?' 'We don't
sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't
help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.
'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't
enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how
much it costs.' The pharmacist's brother was a
well dressed man. He stooped down and asked
the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your
brother need?' ' I don't know,' Tess replied with
her eyes welling up. 'I just know he's really sick
and Mommy says he needs an operation. But
my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my
money.' 'How much do you have?' asked the
man from Chicago. 'One dollar and eleven
cents,' Tess answered barely audibly. 'And it's
all the money I have, but I can get some more if
I need to.' 'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the
man. 'A dollar and eleven cents - the exact
price of a miracle for little brothers.' He took her
money in one hand and with the other hand he
grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where
you live. I want to see your brother and meet
your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you
need.' That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton
Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-
surgery. The operation was completed free of
charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was
home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were
happily talking about the chain of events that
had led them to this place. 'That surgery,' her
Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle I wonder
how much it would have cost?' Tess smiled. She
knew exactly how much a miracle cost .. one
dollar and eleven cents plus the faith of a little
child. In our lives, we never know how many
miracles we will need. A miracle is not the
suspension of natural law, but the operation of
a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball
moving! Here it goes.

Nice pics

They look like they lost their way, on their way to the farm in the village, and somehow found themselves in New York.

Beautiful

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ok we have seen. nxt

Is Good to her 4 u

Nothing special

beautiful lady