I don't think most people understand how it feels to have a community of people who care for and understand what your most precious (earthly) assets mean to you.

I almost cried this morning as I went onto WDC and was greeted with mail alerting me to the fact that a fellow member/writer had paid for my membership and that I would not be losing any of my pieces. It's been three going on four years since I arrived and it's been the best years of my life. A lot of the things that I've done offline which have benefited my character and skill have been inspired, motivated by this community and I've been dreading having to leave since I entered. I am so touched by this act.

Thank you.

I am relieved mentally and financially. Thank you, Jesus! :-) My father blesses me in the most awesome ways and I just have to keep believing, without truly understanding, that He loves me unconditionally. I am His.

Where Is The Love?

So over the weekend my 8 year old brother indulged in telly fantasy. During the course of his pleasure I noticed with disgust the "idiocracy" of some of the characters which was used as the basis of most if not all comedy scenes. Stupidity is no joke. It is the direct effect of not using one's brain. With this as a major problem in society should the media be poking fun at it? Or should it be empowering the open minds of our children with information with which they can use today, tomorrow and fifty years from now? But I guess the urge to make little and big idiots laugh at themselves is too great. That's enough about the telly. To the music. Can a fool hold morals? Maybe. If a fool can live by a set of standards which are seen as acceptable, should we not help them? Show them what is right, pull then out of the stupidity, raise the bar a little. Of course we should not. We should without hesitation insult those trying to do so and damn the growing who have already bought into game of laughing at their own folly. We should with resounding confidence advertise diseases of the mind and body with such aesthetically pleasing designs that none except those mentally and spiritually on guard will be made aware.



I think the song which follows sums everything up perfectly.

"Where Is The Love?"
by Black-Eyed Peas

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace are so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong

Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover

The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?

Sing with me y'all:
One world, one world (We only got)
One world, one world (That's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong with it (Yeah)
Something's wrong with it (Yeah)
Something's wrong with the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That's all we got
(One world, one world)

* The lyrics were taken from AZLyrics.com.

Clueless About Naming This

Life -ish


When it comes to the government workers in Antigua, one has to have a megaload of patience.

Several weeks ago I went to the Passport Office to replace my lost passport. After waiting for approximately three hours I got to the counter and the woman there informed me with a bag full of attitude that I would have to copy the police report (I lost my passport. Lucky me.) and another $100 stamp and that I'd need to carry a copy of my birth certificate to the Immigration Dept. I was shocked and asked if it was really the Immigration Dept. and if I needed anything else. She responded in the affirmative to the first and said that was it and of course repeated herself impatiently. All this time I'm seriously pissed and desperately trying ti be nice.

So.........(long pause deep breath) I went to the Immigration Dept. today and I must say the workers are perfect. I could not have asked for a better set of persons to deal with: they were all pleasant and helpful. There I found out that one, I need two memorandum forms (from PASSPORT OFFICE) with the original police report and my birth certificate. And I'm so irritated at having to go back to the Passport Office to collect two forms. Thankfully, I got all the other answers about the Passport Office info there as well.

Bible Study


This week in the quarterly we've been studying Love Stories and it's left me feeling so great about how much God loves me.



So apparently I should stop blogging and do something since my laptop is shutting down on me.

I dislike the talkative person I've become. Walking to and fro in an empty shell and stuck on the same level. It has become a bore, exhaustive and lacking everything I desire and love. As if advised I broadened my field of acquaintances. I've overcome shyness but I've lost the me I love the most and I can feel her hurting, squeezing herself into a corner making way for others as originality wanes, normality prosper and mediocrity breaths freely. This is the second time I've actively taken Mystery's advice. And it is the second time that it has failed so miserably as to leave my person feeling inadequate when compared to the character of my former self. Silence is golden. Death is inevitable. These are the quotes which lead my life and spark my aspirations respectively. I miss him, and previously thought that we were completely alike. But the observation of the past situation has brought to light how different we are in our view of and approach to the world. He cannot justify mine & I cannot live within his. I am at peace with mind and he with his and though we can communicate on the matter no further can we proceed. This has been quite the revelation, quite the awakening. To bed 0117hrs March 19, 2012

Almost Cried

But the Lord came through for me.

Thank you Jesus.

Blessing be to all.

So I lost the Wadadli Pen Prize

Yes, I lost in the Wadadli Youth Pen Prize Competition. So it's time to really focus on the next one.

Wish me blessings.