Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.
for our June Style Guide, our crew, which included multitasking model, philanthropist and lemlem® designer Liya Kebede, packed their bags and headed to Tanzania, Africa, where the take-your-breath-away game parks and roaming animals (rescue elephants, zebras, giraffes and a baby goat we nicknamed Daisy) were utterly inspiring. here, Liya shares her favorite moments from her very first visit to the country.
Photography by Bryan Derballa.
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It had been two years since you last saw him. The day that the two of you had agreed to end things. You had choose to go to a certain college while he had choose to attend another. One that was halfway across the country from yours. At first you had been okay with the distance but as the days soon became numbered you were feeling apprehensive and willing to try it, however he had a different plan. He had been the one who wanted to end it and as much as you wanted to scream at him you had agreed with him. You knew in your heart it was the best thing to do. And so the two of you had ended it and you hadn’t seen or heard from him since.
You couldn’t even begin to count the number of times you had wanted to call him and tell things that had just happened to you, good, bad, sad, and everything in between. The two of you had been together since freshman year of high school. Almost four years together. He was your best friend. He knew everything about you and you knew everything about him. He was your first everything. First date. First kiss. First love. First heartbreak. And everything in between.
But that was a lifetime ago and now you were in one state while he was in another both of you attending college. It was your junior year and you hadn’t been on a date yet. You and your roommate had lived together the entire time and she was constantly bothering you about going out.
“Earth to Y/N?” your roommate, Skye, called, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Will you please come with me tonight?” she begged.
You sighed. “Why? Isn’t this kinda like a date?”
Skye looked confused, thinking about her answer. “Well…kinda…I mean..I don’t know! Maybe! But some of his friends are gonna be there and he said I can bring a friend if I want! So please, please, please come?”
You threw your arms in the arm, defeated. “Ok fine! Whatever, I’ll come!”
“Yay! Thank you!” Skye cried, running over to you and embracing you in a hug.
“You owe me,” you laughed, pushing off.
She nodded, walking over to her closet, going through her clothes.
“What should I wear?” She mumbled.
You, on the other knew exactly what you were wearing. A pair of skinny jeans, an Old band tee, and your Converse.
You sat on your bed, laptop on your lap, but you were mostly focused on Skylar. She had changed at least three times even though you had told her she looked fine each time. She had finally settled on a pair of leggings with high brown boots and a long sweater. Now she was fussing about her makeup even though it looked fine to. She already had more on than you.
The car ride was filled with Skye talking excitedly about this new guy, Ashton. They had met at a party a few weeks and had been talking since. You could tell that she really liked him so as much as you didn’t want to be included in their “date” tonight you were happy for her.
There was two cars parked outside of Ashtons house as Skye parked the car. Getting out of the car you made a final glance in the glass making sure you looked ok before walking up to the front door with her. She had suddenly gone quiet and reached over and gave her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
“It will be fine,” you said, just as the door swung open.
“Hey!” a guy, with shaggy brown hair and green eyes said. He stepped aside, allowing both of you to enter.
“Y/n, this is Ashton. Ashton this is Y/N,” Skye said.
He smiled and looked over at the four people on the couch, pointing at each and introducing them.
“My roommate will be back soon,” he added and Skye nodded.
“There’s beer in the kitchen,” Calum added from the couch, holding up his bottle.
You nodded and grabbed Skye’s hand, dragging her into the kitchen.
“Are you trying to set me up?” you hissed.
“What? No! Of course not!”
She sighed, throwing her arms in the air. “Ok fine! So what? As long as I’ve known you you’ve never gone out on a date. You need to start dating again! It’s been what? Two years? Get over he-who-must-not-be-named and get out there!”
“I am over him!” you argued.
“Good! Then you won’t have a problem meeting Ashtons roommate then!” she huffed. “He’s really hott by the way. You’ll thank me later.”
She opened the fridge and grabbed a beer before heading back in the sitting room, leaving you alone. Grabbing a beer you walked back into the room, looking around at them.
“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked.
“At the top of the stairs,” Calum said and you nodded.
Slowly you walked up the stairs taking your time to get there. Sure enough the bathroom was right in front of you, however so something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. There was an acoustic guitar sitting in the corner of the room but that wasn’t what caught your eye. It was the sticker that was on it. The same one that your ex had on his acoustic guitar. Laying on the floor, was a red journal, with a pen sticking out of the top. You instantly recognized it because you had gotten it for him for his birthday right before the two you broke up. You were surprised that he still had it.
You took a step towards the room stopping at the door frame, not sure if you should go in. Walking over you picked it up, flipping through the pages. You had always loved reading his new songs before he sang them to you. You liked to guess the tune. As you were flipping through you stopped when you saw your name at the top of the page. The lyrics were messily written but in the same writing that you knew.
Torn in two And i know i shouldn’t tell you But i just can’t stop thinking of you Wherever you are You wherever you are Every night i almost call you Just to say it always will be you Wherever you are
Memories came flooding back as you read. Lazy days when you would stay in bed. He would quietly play his guitar while you sat next to him, reading.
“What one are you reading?” a familiar voice asked softly.
Turning around, you saw your ex leaning against the doorframe arms crossed across his chest.
“Luke,” you replied. “How long have you been there?”
He shrugged, using his shoulder to push himself away from the wall. “A minute or so.”
He walked towards you, coming to stop, looking over your shoulder at the book in your hands.
“Do you like it?” he asked, nodding towards the book.
“Yea,” you whispered.
Silently you handed the book back to him and headed towards the door. A picture on his dresser caught your eye. It was one that you had given him for his birthday a few years ago. The two of you looked so happy. Not a care in the world at the time. A tear ran down your cheek and you quickly wiped it away not wanting him to see.
You could feel his blue eyes staring after you as you left the room and turned to go down the stairs.
“Hey Y/N, Ashton’s roommate Luke is here. Did you see him upstairs?” Skye asked, as you walked into the room.
You silently nodded, afraid that if you spoke tears would come spilling out. You walked back into the kitchen to take a moment to compose yourself. Opening the fridge, you grabbed a beer out and took a long drink.
“Are you ok?” Skye said, walking into the room.
“Um yea…im fine,” you said, forcing a smile but she didn/t buy it.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Ok fine whatever don’t tell me,” she snapped turning around to leave.
“Luke is my ex,” you whispered causing her to turn around.
“Oh my god! He-who-must-not-be-named? Y/N i had no idea! I’m so sorry! Do you want to leave? Lets leave. I’ll go Calum that i’m not feeling-”
A small laugh escaped from you. “It’s fine skye. I think I’m gonna head home but you stay and have fun.”
She nodded, gave you a quick hug, and went to join the others in the living room. A figure appeared in the doorway and you looked over to see Luke. He grabbed a beer and turned his blue eyes on you.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Reluctantly, you nodded and followed him onto the back porch taking a seat beside him on the deck stairs.
“I’m sorry,” he said, taking his black snapback off and running his fingers through his blonde hair.
You looked over at him, surprised. “For what?”
“For ever agreeing to leave you…”
“Luke….it was both of our choice…”
“Yeah but I’m the one that suggested it!”
It was silent for a few moments, the sound of crickets filling the air. Sitting next to Luke bought back so much memories. There was so many nights when the two of you would go to parties but end up somewhere outside just the two of you in your own little world.
You felt him wrap an arm around your shoulder and you leaned against him. You looked up at him, catching his blue eyes. Your eyes lingered on his lips a second too long and he gave you a questioning look. He slowly leaned down, his eyes staying locked on yours. His lips brushed against yours before locking together, the kiss filled with need. Even though it had been two years, the feeling was still familiar and comfortable to the both of you. His tongue slowly slid into your mouth, intertwining with yours before you came to your senses.
“Luke…” you whispered, pulling away.
He gave you a confused look. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t do this,” you said, standing up and going back inside, leaving a stunned Luke, alone on the steps.
Apollo 11 Lunar Module (LM) “Eagle”, in a landing configuration is
photographed in lunar orbit from the Command and Service Modules (CSM)
“Columbia”. Inside the LM were Commander, Neil A. Armstrong, and Lunar
Module Pilot Edwin E. “Buzz” Aldrin Jr. The long “rod-like” protrusions
under the landing pods are lunar surface sensing probes. Upon contact
with the lunar surface, the probes send a signal to the crew to shut
down the descent engine.