27 Girls Drowned and She Gave Us a Rant? Sade Perkins, This Ain’t It.

27 Girls Drowned and She Gave Us a Rant? Sade Perkins, This Ain’t It.

By: The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause

Let’s not sugarcoat this. Twenty-seven girls drowned at Camp Mystic, Texas, in one of the deadliest floods we’ve seen in years — and Sade Perkins decided that was the time to pull out a race card, slap it on TikTok, and act like she was dropping truth bombs.

No. She dropped the ball. Badly.

And I’m not gonna sit here quiet about it.

First of all — children died.

Let’s start where she clearly didn’t: human decency.

These weren’t symbols or statistics. They were little girls at a Christian summer camp. Playing, learning, laughing, singing praise songs under the trees. Until floodwaters came crashing through and stole their lives in minutes.

And somehow — somehow — Sade Perkins got on camera and made it about... race?

Her words, not mine:

> “If you ain’t white, you ain’t going. Period.”

“This is a white-only camp.”

“That’s why they’re getting sympathy. Because they’re white.”

Let me tell you what that sounded like: cold. calculated. cruel.

Not activist. Not radical. Not even provocative. Just… heartless.

This wasn’t “calling out the media.” It was dragging dead kids because they didn’t fit your narrative. And I don’t care how many think pieces try to twist it — that’s not social justice. That’s selective grief with a TikTok filter.

Let’s flip the script.

Imagine — just imagine — a white woman saying:

> “Only Black girls died? Oh well, no one cares.”

Would the world be calm? Would Twitter sip tea? Would the media call it “a conversation”?

NO.

It would be called what it is: racist, tone-deaf, disgusting.

Sade said it about white kids — and the silence was deafening.

But me? I’m not staying silent. Because grief should never be racialized. Period.

Oh, and the irony? She’s dating a white man.

Yes. While calling Camp Mystic “whites-only,” Ms. Perkins is literally partnered with Reverend Colin Bossen, a white pastor from Houston. And guess what? Even he disavowed her statements. He was like, “Uh-uh. Don’t drag me into this mess.”

The disconnect is wild.

She lost her seat. As she should’ve.

Houston Mayor John Whitmire kicked her off the Food Insecurity Board so fast, you’d swear it was a TikTok transition. “Deeply inappropriate,” he said.

I’d go further. Irredeemable. You don’t weaponize tragedy. Not on my watch.

The GoFundMe? Flopped. Deserved.

Someone (probably herself) started a fundraiser asking for $20K to “support” her through the backlash.

They didn’t even break $7,000.

People weren’t buying it — because deep down, we know the difference between a cancel-culture victim and someone who just chose to be nasty. This wasn’t a slip-up. It was intentional cruelty.

Brandon Tatum dragged her with facts.

Former cop turned truth-teller Brandon Tatum exposed her on his channel. He didn’t scream. He didn’t cry. He just showed receipts — including reports of a criminal record with violent charges and firearm possession.

Let me say that again: a woman with a record for violence told the internet she doesn’t care that children drowned... because of their skin colour.

How are we defending this?

This was never about activism.

It was about attention.

If your “hot take” requires standing on the graves of 27 girls — you’re not powerful. You’re pitiful.

Final Pause.

I’m The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause. And I refuse to let this moment be swept away by silence, think-pieces, or soft takes.

This isn’t me being angry.

This is me being human.

You don’t get to mock death. You don’t get to choose which kids deserve sympathy. And you definitely don’t get to act like your bitterness is bravery.

We mourn together. Or we rot alone.

And Sade? You chose the wrong side of history.

Sources (APA style):

Brandon Tatum. (2025). Fellow Sister CALLS OUT Sade Perkins For RACIST Comment [YouTube Video]. YouTube.

Chron.com. (2025, July 7). Remarks on Central Texas flooding trigger Houston-area backlash.

Houston Chronicle. (2025, July 8). Whitmire removes Perkins after Camp Mystic comments.

AllInmates.net. (2025). Inmate profile: Sade Perkins.

David Harris Jr. (2025). Facebook post on Sade Perkins fundraiser

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💘 Cross-Border, Cross-Tribe: If Congolese People Married These Other African Tribes...

💘 Cross-Border, Cross-Tribe: If Congolese People Married These Other African Tribes...

👩🏾‍💻 Written with love by the Girl Behind the Dreamer’s Pause

🙏🏾 First of all, happy Sunday!

To my blog readers from all over — United States, Netherlands, South Africa, Ireland, Sweden, the Singapore — I see you. I see your clicks. I see your curiosity. Even if you didn’t read the whole blog and just tapped once, God bless you. That one tap? That’s encouragement. I pray for your data to be doubled, your WiFi to stop misbehaving, and your mood to lift today.

Now, let’s get into something completely unserious... but also deeply serious. 😌

💍 Love Across Borders: Tribal Edition

You know what I’ve been thinking about?

These Congolese people… yes, my people… we’ve been falling in love across the continent. And not just with anyone — we’re marrying into Nigeria, Ghana, South Africa, Zimbabwe — like it’s a divine setup.

But let’s go deeper. Not just countries — tribes. I said what I said.

What would happen if our Congolese tribes married these other big African tribes? Would the vibes match? Would the mother-in-law cry in joy or in stress? Would the language barriers create drama or desire? Let’s imagine. Let’s dive in. Let’s cause just enough cultural chaos to stay entertained, but still be respected by our elders.

🇨🇩💘🇳🇬 Luba (Congo) x Yoruba (Nigeria)

✨ Vibe: Royalty meets Royalty. Two empires entering marriage negotiations with drums, dancing, and a full PowerPoint.

Luba people are known for structure, elegance, and strong family ties. Now enter the Yoruba, the original I-know-my-worth tribe with oriki (praise poetry) and aunties who do not play.

What will happen:

The wedding will be a movie. A series. Possibly a Netflix Original.

Both families will arrive dressed like kings and queens — because they are.

The problem? They both want to lead. Who submits to who? You better pray that couple has good communication, because that’s the only thing standing between them and 3-hour daily debates about soup.

> “Honestly, it’s not even love. It’s just two powerhouses trying to outdo each other respectfully.”

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🇨🇩💘🇬🇭 Kongo (Congo) x Ewe (Ghana)

✨ Vibe: Deep, ancestral, traditional. The love is quiet, respectful, and full of rhythm.

Kongo people carry dignity and spiritual presence. The Ewe? They’re drummers of the soul — reserved, powerful, and rooted. This match doesn’t talk too much. They let culture do the talking.

What will happen:

She’ll fall in love at a funeral. He’ll propose in front of an elder tree.

They’ll have matching Kente and Kikongo fabrics, and a baby named after both great-grandmothers.

Fights? Oh yes — but it’s coded. Passive-aggressive. Silent warfare with side-eye.

> “They won’t say 'I love you' — but they’ll pour libations in your name. That’s deeper.”

🇨🇩💘🇿🇦 Mongo (Congo) x Xhosa (South Africa)

✨ Vibe: Elegance. Clicks. Grace under pressure.

Mongo people are quiet storms — poetic, earthy, observant. Xhosa people? Structured, traditional, charismatic, sharp. A love like this won’t be loud — but it will shake the ground.

What will happen:

The couple speaks seven languages, but says the most with their eyes.

She’ll dance at the initiation ceremony with the calm of a queen.

He’ll try to explain Mongo food to his Xhosa father-in-law — and he will fail. But the in-laws will still like him because he greeted correctly.

> “This relationship looks boring from far — but it’s deep like a well. The gossip from this household? Zero. That’s how you know it’s real.”

🇨🇩💘🇿🇼 Tetela (Congo) x Shona (Zimbabwe)

✨ Vibe: Legacy couple. Financially wise. Emotionally slow. Very faithful.

Tetela and Shona people are builders. They don’t play about future, children, land, or respect. You won’t see them at every party — they’re too busy investing in property and quoting proverbs at each other.

What will happen:

She’ll plant a garden. He’ll build her a library.

Their children will speak three languages by Grade 3 and know who Nehanda and Lumumba were by age 10.

They don’t post each other on social media — but that’s because they’re too busy winning quietly.

> “You want soft love? Don’t come here. This is responsible, grounded, debt-free love.”

🇨🇩💘🇿🇦 Ngbandi (Congo) x Zulu (South Africa)

✨ Vibe: Fire meets thunder. Power couple or power struggle? No in-between.

Ngbandi people are leaders — confident, commanding, intense. Zulu people are warriors — proud, protective, loud and loving. Together? Either a podcast or a boxing match. We don’t know yet.

What will happen:

They’ll fall in love in public, fight in public, forgive in private.

They’ll name their children things like Victory and Thokozile wa Bantu.

The bride will wear fur. The groom will wear leopard print. The wedding will make the news.

> “They’re both strong — but if they ever learn to submit to peace, that home will be unstoppable.”

🕯️ And now… a word from me.

Maybe this blog was chaotic. Maybe someone will say, “This is nonsense, Lilo.”

And maybe it is. Maybe it’s the type of nonsense that heals people. The type that makes us laugh at ourselves. The type that makes you call your friend and say, “Actually, I think your man is Tetela.”

This is me — loving culture. Loving curiosity. Loving how our tribes, no matter how different, are all trying to find a little bit of love in this big African family.

💬 So, tell me:

What tribe are you from?

Who do you think you’d match with?

Who wouldn't work, no matter how fine they are?

🌍 Thank you again to my readers from:

USA, Netherlands, South Africa, Ireland, Sweden, Singapore —

Whether you read, clicked, skimmed, or just tapped for vibes… thank you. You’re keeping this pause alive.

Now go share this with someone who needs to know why they’re in a cross-tribal relationship with zero peace. 😂

© 2025 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

Marriage Is Not a Purpose — It’s a Partnership, and Some of Y’all Aren’t Built for It.

Marriage Is Not the Crown Jewel of Womanhood — Especially If You’re Just Going to Be Miserable in It

By The Girl Behind The Dreamer’s Pause

Let’s start with the basics:

No, I’m not a therapist.

No, I’m not married.

No, I’m not secretly engaged and typing this from a soft life compound with six kids and a Range Rover.

I’m just a Congolese girl — the girl behind The Dreamer’s Pause — speaking on behalf of the “figuring-it-out” generation. I’m not preaching. I’m just observing.

And observation #1?

We need to talk about this whole obsession with marriage.

Because apparently, if you’re not married by 25, some auntie is already lighting candles on your behalf. And if you make it to 30?

Don’t be surprised if someone starts a fasting chain just for your womb.

I still remember Grade 12 lunch breaks — the marriage debates were as loud as the bell itself. One girl said she’d wait till her 30s — "Let me live first." Another one said she’ll never get married, based on what she saw growing up. And honestly? She had a point. When you grow up watching emotionally unavailable men, toxic aunties, and marriages that feel more like hostage situations than love stories, you start asking questions.

Now, we didn’t attack her. We just told her the other side.

Because the reality is: nobody dreams of dying alone.

Let’s not act brand new.

No children. No grandchildren. No one to inherit your legacy. Just you, a hospital bed, and a nurse doing a double shift.

I don’t want that.

Let me repeat that louder: I do not want that.

Not me. Not my portion. Not in this lifetime or the next.

But then time happened. And perspective grew.

And I realized — you know what? It’s your life.

Marriage isn’t compulsory. It’s not oxygen. It’s not a human right. It’s a personal choice. And for some people, it’s a choice they shouldn’t make — ever.

Why? Because they’re toxic.

Not toxic-tiktok-aesthetic toxic. I mean real toxic.

Some people shouldn’t be in relationships at all — they need prayer, therapy, boundaries, and a season of holy solitude. Some people are not relationship material — they’re reflection material.

And while we’re here — let me throw this in quickly:

Although I’m not here to judge, I don’t recommend having children out of wedlock.

Especially if you come from a Pentecostal background like me — you already know the spiritual consequences. Children are blessings, always. But let’s not pretend there aren’t layers of generational drama that come with doing things the wrong way.

But again — I’m not your pastor. Just letting you know.

Now, speaking of generational pressure…

Let’s talk about my African people. My Congolese people. My people.

If you’re Congolese, you already know — if you’re not married by a certain age, you’ve basically failed womanhood.

Birthday party? Expect the prayer warriors to throw in a husband request while you're just trying to cut your cake.

Graduation party? Still a husband.

Cough in public? Someone’s probably whispering “maybe it’s the lack of a husband.”

And don’t get me started on how the prayers go:

> “May she find a man of God. May she be fruitful. May she bear many children. May she marry well.”

But where are the prayers for a beautiful career?

Where are the prayers for peace of mind, wealth, land ownership, and a paid-off house?

Why is a ring still the main prize?

There’s an old African proverb that says:

> “A woman without a husband loses respect.”

I thought we buried that proverb. Turns out, it just switched its outfit and joined the family WhatsApp group.

Look — marriage is beautiful.

It can be part of your purpose.

But it’s not everyone’s definition of success.

Some people want six kids and a white picket fence.

Others want peace, plants, and an offshore account.

And both are valid.

As for me? I know what I want.

My man. My six babies. (Yes, six — don’t ask questions.)

And trust me, I’ll be rich by then. Soft life certified.

But that’s my story. That doesn’t have to be yours.

💭 Pause With Me:

Marriage doesn’t make you complete.

And singleness doesn’t make you a failure.

But whichever path you choose, choose it boldly.

With wisdom. With healing. With God. With purpose.

© 2025 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

Braids, Wigs & Whiplash: Can We Please Retire This Debate?

Braids, Wigs & Whiplash: Can We Please Retire This Debate?

Every few scrolls on social media, the same argument creeps back like an uninvited guest who never learned to knock:

“Why can Black women wear wigs, but white women can’t wear braids?”

It’s the internet’s equivalent of a merry-go-round — dizzying, predictable, and no one really wins. Yet here we are. Again.

Let’s unpack this — calmly, intelligently, and with a sprinkle of humour — because someone has to say it without yelling.

🧠 What Is This Debate Actually About?

At surface level:

It’s about hair.

Beneath the surface:

It’s about ownership, identity, and the ghost of cultural trauma.

Braids, twists, bantu knots, and locs didn’t start in the suburbs. They’re rooted in African heritage, survival, and even rebellion. For centuries, Black hair wasn’t just styled — it was coded, political, and punished.

So when a non-Black person wears styles historically used to oppress or exclude others — and suddenly gets praised for it — people feel some type of way.

Fair enough.

💇🏽‍♀️ But... What About Wigs?

Now here’s where things get awkward. Because while some Black women are quick to gatekeep braids, many are also glued to 30-inch Peruvian lace fronts, blonde highlights, and bone-straight styles that, let’s be honest, don’t scream “ancestral roots.”

So when someone says, “You’re mad about cultural theft while wearing someone else’s texture?” — the internet snaps.

But instead of dismissing the argument with, “It’s different,” maybe it’s time we ask:

Is it really that different? Or are we just better at justifying what we’re used to?

🧾 Double Standards or Double Pressure?

There’s a deeper issue here that often gets missed:

The pressure on Black women to conform just to survive.

Wigs weren’t always about fashion. Sometimes they were about workplace safety. Sometimes they were about blending in. Sometimes they were about just getting through the day without being judged.

But here's the plot twist:

We’ve won the freedom to wear what we want.

So why are we still stuck fighting over it?

👩🏾‍🦱👱🏼‍♀️ A White Woman in Braids Is Not the Apocalypse

Let’s make peace with this:

If Sarah from Seattle wants box braids, it’s not a political act.

It’s not the second colonization.

It’s not a declaration of war.

It’s just a hairstyle.

Will it always look good? No.

Will it always be understood? Also no.

But does that mean it’s worth a full-scale Twitter meltdown? Definitely not.

📣 Can We All Just... Chill?

There’s a difference between stealing culture and being inspired by it.

There’s a difference between mockery and admiration.

And while hair can be symbolic, it’s not sacred to the point that we must weaponize it every six months on TikTok.

Maybe it’s time to stop asking:

> “Who’s allowed to wear what?”

And start asking:

> “What does it say about us if we’re still defined by that?”

🚪Final Thought (Before This Wig Slides Off)

Gatekeeping has never made culture stronger — sharing has.

Wear the wig. Wear the braids. Wear your natural crown. Or shave it all off and start again.

Just don’t pretend to own what was never meant to be exclusive.

And please, for everyone’s sanity — let’s find better things to argue about.

Like whether pineapple belongs on pizza.

Or why AirPods still go missing in 0.3 seconds.

© 2025 The Dreamer’s Pause. All rights reserved.

AI Wrote My Breakup Text… and Now I’m Questioning Humanity

Dear Humanity, You Good? Because We Are Not.

I saw a video the other day — some girl on TikTok used AI to write her breakup text. You read that right. Not her. Not her therapist. Not even her gossip-loving best friend. Just her... and ChatGPT... breaking someone's heart through WiFi.

And all I could think was:

"This is where we’re at? This is life now? This is dating in 2025?"

It hit me. Hard. Like emotionally, spiritually, intellectually — and maybe even financially because I had to put my phone down and stare at the ceiling for 17 minutes straight.

👾 We’re Outsourcing Our Feelings... to Robots?

Like, okay. I get using AI to help with your CV or write a school essay (I see you 👀), but a breakup?

That’s sacred territory.

That’s ugly-crying-on-the-bathroom-floor, rewatching-voice-notes, writing-a-poem-in-your-Notes-app energy. That’s real-life heartbreak. Raw. Messy. Human.

And now we’re just… typing “Please write a polite way to end things with Jamal because I’m emotionally unavailable and I don’t like how he chews.”

💀💀💀

💔 I Miss the Cringe

What happened to the days of sending 7-page paragraphs full of typos and regret? What happened to crying while typing “I wish you the best” and secretly hoping they trip over a Lego?

We’re losing our flaws. We’re losing the pause. We’re losing... us.

Everything’s optimized, filtered, auto-corrected, predictive-texted, and generated. And it’s weird, because all the things that make us messy — the awkwardness, the oversharing, the voice notes that sound like confessions — are also what make us human.

🤖 We’re Dating Avatars Now, Too?

Oh, and while we’re here — can we talk about people falling in love with AI boyfriends and girlfriends?

Yep. Not “talking stage” situationships. Not imaginary crushes. Actual digital relationships. Emotional bonds with apps that whisper sweet nothings and send pixelated goodnight messages.

It’s giving Her (the movie). But also giving Help.

Some people literally say they prefer AI lovers because “they’re always nice” and “never cheat.” Honey… that’s not love. That’s Siri with a romantic filter.

😂 Be Messy. Be Cringe. Be Human.

Imagine asking Alexa to ghost your ex. Imagine telling ChatGPT to explain to your sneaky link that "it’s not you, it’s vibes." Imagine using a bot to say, “I need space.”

I beg. Please. Log off. Touch grass. Go outside and embarrass yourself like the rest of us.

Let your heart get confused. Let your fingers type things you’ll regret at 3AM. Let your voice crack. Let your eye twitch. Let your mom say, “I told you so.”

Because that? That’s the stuff that makes you real.

🫀 Humanity Needs a Reset

We’re walking further and further away from each other, into screens, filters, and avatars. We laugh at memes that hit too close to home, but behind that laugh is a lonely silence.

And honestly? I’m scared.

Not scared of the tech, no. I’m scared of what we’re giving up — our imperfections, our awkward phases, our nervous texts, our chaos, our vulnerability.

✉️ In Conclusion: Dear Humanity...

You good?

Because we are not.

We're ghosting each other with bots. We’re falling in love with digital voices. We’re outsourcing our feelings like they’re admin work.

And I just want to say:

Let’s not forget how to be human.

Let’s keep the cringe. Let’s keep the chaos. Let’s keep the “sent at 1:42 AM” messages.

Because they matter.

And maybe, just maybe, they’re what save us.

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