“And it was in that exact moment, I locked eyes with her. She was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. Her dress cascading down, cheeks full of colour, hair perfectly pinned; as she knew I loved her hair up, and her eyes. Oh, how her eyes captivated me. They sparkled as tears filled them. They shinned brighter than any star in the night sky.

As she neared, my heart rate became rapid, it was if it was our first date again. For a split second I was back there in that stadium, remembering her in that lily, yellow dress, me in my musty Rams jersey. How I loved that day. She drank just as much and I, yelled at the refs and in that very moment, I knew. She would be mine one day. My one and only. 

She stood beside me, shaking. I could tell she was nervous. She was never one to be in front of crowds. But as I grabbed her hand, I felt the beats slow, and her grip soften. As we said our vows, her tears released. The barricades that held them back had broken. Mascara running down her rosy cheeks, eyes glistening like diamonds. She was so beautiful. 

Before I knew it, I had been lost in her eyes for the duration of the ceremony. With out hesitation, the priest said those wondrous words. "I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Niall Horan, you may now kiss the bride." 

I cautiously lifted her vial, looked deep into those glimmering blue eyes and leaned in for our first kiss as husband and wife. It was like nothing before. Memories of first dates, fights and adventure’s rushed into my mind. I felt her smile as our lips parted. She looked at me with this angelic smile on her face, leaned in and slowly whispered into my ear. "I love you. Until the end of my days.”

Those were the only words I’d ever need to hear for the rest of my time. She was mine, and I would love her till the stars stopped shining.”



That video from the boy’s in Ghana is so close to my heart.

Seeing them go through the same experience as me is jaw dropping.

I never thought that traveling the world would change me but it did. At the young age of 12, my grandparents took me to Kenya. I was allowed to see all of this first hand. At that time in my life I was still unaware of what really was going on on the other side of the world. 

Seeing children who were malnourished, a sack of bones, and dying in front of me. That’s something you’ll never forget. 

My friends tried to relate, but you can’t being to fathom the emotions and guilt that you feel seeing this, knowing this ACTUALLY happens in our world. The funny thing is, they seem happier than us. They might not have material items, or necessary items to live. But some how they make the best out of it all.

My life was changed forever, and there’s not a single day that goes by I don’t think about those people.

I’m trying to make it back there the summer I graduate university. I can’t get them out of my head. They are forever apart of my life. I was initiated into the Maasai tribe. I am apart of their family. I was given a name as well, Naserian. Now I did not pick this name myself, it was given to me from the elders of the tribe. The meaning of my name is Peace. They explained to me that I was given this name because they had never seen a white, blonde, blue eyed child before. They saw me as a sign that things were right in the world, and that I was a symbol of peace among our two worlds. I still cant comprehend how I was the “peace” among us.

What I am trying to say is, please donate, please help. Seeing this kind of stuff happen first hand changes you. Just a small amount of money can go so far. 

Please help.

You can go here to help donate. Everyone deserves a chance to live. Let’s help them achieve that.

-Sorry for the long post.