Sometimes you need to let people go.
Sometimes, it is for your own good.
Sometimes, it is for theirs.
Thought # 17 – Letting Go 2
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The Revenge: Live or Die
Chapter three
Collegeville
Medical Emergency
5:30 P.M
“Pardon me, sir, do you know where room 32 is? Am here to see my friend.” Cherish asked one of the doctors as she walked quietly towards the nearest desks.
“Yes, how may I assist you?’ he answered while rearranging the documentation in his hands.
“Is there any way I can see my best friend, she was admitted here a few hours ago, but I was told she was in room 32. I want to see her, do you mind showing me the way there please.”
Go straight ahead. And take a right after the second blue door. You will find room #32 on the left. But I believe she’s still asleep due to the treatments she was given. By the way I’m Doctor Chinie. I will be in my office if you have any more questions, please do not hesitate to stop…
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Mama Africa (Culture Shock Pt 2)
So what comes to your Mind when you
think about URI SAWA, The Student Org?
When I think about the Student Alliance for the Welfare of Africa (SAWA),
I think about placing our continent under a positive light for all who study at URI and the community. We do this by letting our voices to be heard, we portray our voices through different type of events to help people understand our culture.
When I think about SAWA, I think of inspiring a tender compassion within everyone towards the issues affecting the continent and her people.
All my life, I have heard so many negativities about Africa. The news is always teeming with bad things about this continent; that Africa is wrought with civil wars, Africa is riven with racism, it’s a breeding ground for exotic tropical diseases, famine, corruption,
and most of all, major African cities are crime ridden.
Do…
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THE REVENGE (CHAPTER ONE)
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The weather was gloomy that afternoon, it was bright outside but the sun had vanished, the clouds took over and damn it started raining. What is all this about? Could it mean something bad or what!
“Cherish, where are the car keys? Don’t forget we have a date today with the girls. Oh man, I cannot wait to eat at the Chinese; it has been awhile since we went to Sweeten Eat It All.” Chandelle continued.
“Look,” Cherish yelled. I’m not sure about this hanging out thing right now. I’m having doubts.”
“Come on Cherish, stop playing with me girl and grab your keys. We need to start going; please don’t spoil the day for me sweetheart.”
Just go in the room and take the keys. And to make things clear, you will be going alone, I am not leaving this house this minutes or the next. I…
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2013 Taught me
JANUARY taught me to go after what I want and follow the rules I set for myself.
FEBRUARY taught me to learn to ask questions instead of assuming that people care.
MARCH taught me to be bold and allow myself to do fierce things for the first time in my life.
APRIL taught me to get over things as quickly as they happen. Pain is never everlasting.
MAY taught me how to take risks and be comfortable.
JUNE taught me how to let me hair down and feel amazing in my own skin. I learned to regain my freedom and erase menaces of out of my life.
JULY taught me how to finally say NO and GOODBYE with an audible voice.
AUGUST taught me that fun won’t come to me until I stop being a grandma. In August, I allowed myself to enjoy life in all senses of the word and to be thankful for everything that I am.
SEPTEMBER taught me to embrace my flaws rejoice in the beauty of things because I AM beautiful. All of me is beautiful, sensual, precious and unique. I am a Child of God, I am BLESSED and I deserve good things. I learned to smile more and give every bit of myself with no regrets. I learned that what is heaven sent will always be that, no matter what. Fate has a way of finding its own way of working things out and I learned to believe that, as I finally let go and let God. In September, I learned to trust, without walls, without defenses, without games, but with love and understanding.
OCTOBER taught me that until I start doing what I love, I will always be miserable. This month taught to stop jumping to conclusions and start giving people the benefit of the doubt.
NOVEMBER taught me to always stay classy.
DECEMBER REMINDED me how much FAMILY and FRIENDS are crucial and important to one’s life. I learned to be more responsible, guard my mind, body and soul. I got used to cherishing what came freely by having no regrets. I learned that keeping myself sane and being a strong individual, as well as a fierce lady striving toward succes is the true key to keeping myself happy. This last month taught me to be PROUD in my gift of writing that God bestowed upon me. I may not be everything or have everything, but I have been blessed with the most important people and things in my life and that’s better than anything else I could’ve ever imagined.
As I’m excited for 2014, I hope it is everything I am praying it will be. I hope this new year coming is the start of something extraordinary in my life. I hope it is a year filled with nothing but joy, graces in abundance, love, trust and infinite success. I pray 2014 is different and more beautiful than any year I have been blessed to live. If there will be tears, please God, let them be tears of happiness.
Happy New Year my brothers and sisters. Wishing you all a year led by God himself and His angels. Be good to yourselves!!!
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Speaking of Love
My Kind of Love … Something that some people may never get to experience
The real kind of love that happens once in a lifetime
Love in its purest form
Love as deep as it could go
The kind that will keep you alert and ready to give more
You know the kind that has your toes curling in anticipation because you miss him so much
Miss him before he even leaves the room
For a long time I fabricated this story in my mind and wished I would live it one day… I still do
Speaking of LOVE,
A bright beam of Light that lingers and is brought to your soul
Becoming One with the one to whom you will
Vow to always be faithful to; even in the
Everafter
My Kind Of Love…
For me it is… seeing that person as the the definition of a best friend and a lover
The difference between right and wrong
The thin line between love and hate
It is looking into that his eyes and seeing myself in a different light
Seeing that he inspires me in a life changing way
The reason I have hope
The reason I go to bed each night dreaming
The one who ignites passion and fire inside of me
The blessing and curse that takes a hold of my whole existence
The one whose voice plays in my head, even when he’s away
The one who invades my thoughts
Whose scent tickles the tip of my nose
My ultimate treasure
The one I will be thankful to have
The one that will fill me up with joy
The one that will be sent to me from above
The one whom I’ll never let go of…
My kind of love is being so infatuated with him that I wouldn’t think of being drawn to anybody else
My kind of love is letting him have the ability to make me smile, gush and happy by doing the smallest most meaningful things in an effortless way
My kind of love is embracing both our pasts and being able to grow from it
Journeying together
Experiencing love together
Sharing ourselves shamelessly with each other
Listening and Loving each other despite the flaws,
Trusting that we’ll never hurt each other on purpose
My kind of love is giving myself to him
Listening to his dreams and pains as they were mine
Show him the other side of life, the happy one
And that by my side, he will never experience pain again
It may be a long shot but as I am thinking of my kind of love
I am seeing how much of me I have to offer
As I am remembering love, I am also remembering that it is …
My definition of near perfection
My Sweet Persuasion
MY Brown Sugar,
The person with whom I will be able to share defining moments with
The one who as fate will have it will be just that… THE ONE. MY ONE.
Speaking of love, I guess I know my kind of love. Do you know yours?
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A Blues for Nina
I watched “Love Jones” this weekend for the first time and this poem got me feeling as if it was written to me. My imagination ran wild after it, so you can expect more coming for me soon.
This is for every girl… So you too can feel a little special and shine the only way you know how to… YOUR way. Enjoy!
Say baby, can I be your slave
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me Brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right
Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me Brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright
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If You Don’t Mind
Please excuse my obsession, my infatuation, my need to have you near.
Please understand that it is not meant to scare you away or make you feel uncomfortable… Or awkardly make things awkward dear.
If you don’t mind, I’d like to pour out my however many page letter.
I’d like to tell you how impossible you make my life, how hard you make it for me to make sense of the world around me lately, how difficult it is for me to see past you.
If you don’t mind I’d like to tell you about what you make me feel.
How I look at your brown eyes and see my whole future, and yours in it.
How I try not to stare at your lips too much, for fear you’ll get offended.
How I wanna touch the tip of your nose and kiss it as if to tell you that I’ll always care.
You may find it romantic or you may find it cheesy… But good cheesy I hope.
You make me want to imagine what lies under your clothes. I mean your body is without a doubt unforgettable and your swagg is incredible, but you have me wondering.
What it’ll feel like to run my fingers on your chest.
What it’ll feel like to shower it with kisses.
What it’ll feel like to stare at you while all of this goes down.
What it’ll feel like when the scent of your cologne that I know so well, tickles my nose.
What it’ll feel like to be under your armor: those arms so strong. Those arms that already make me feel like I will be protected and not have to go another painful thing in life.
If you don’t mind, I’d like to call you my boo thang. My best friend even.
I wanna share with you my secrets.
I wanna share with you what I’m too embarrassed to show anyone else.
I wanna be goofy with you.
I wanna get tickled and picked up by you.
I wanna sleep in your arms and wake up to your beautiful face.
If you don’t mind…
I wanna listen to you.
I wanna learn about what makes you who you are.
I want you to be able to share with me all the things that you’re too afraid to show anyone else.
I want you to never think less of me like I won’t of you.
If you don’t mind…
I know it’s a lot to ask, it may not rhyme or make any sense, it may not be the best piece of poetry you ever heard but if you don’t mind… I’d like to call you MINE.
I’d like to do things with you that you never did with anyone else.
I’d like you to think the world of me because I’ll only give you the best of my world. The world I want to share and make one with you… If you don’t mind.
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Why do I always fall for the impossible?
He sat on the edge of her bed. Even though there were a million flowery scents in the air, the room still reeked of death. There was nothing there for anyone to find except a torn page out of her diary, brutally ripped in anger or anguish. It was written in a flourish or a frenzy of emotion, but it was old. Not truly a suicide note, not anything else.
It was just a excerpt out of her life. It was just a glimpse into the depths of her soul. It was benign text born out of some turmoil. It was a treasure of words won after a bloody battle. It was a useless piece of death. It was nothing. It was everything. It was the only thing.
He had visited her room ten times before for a clue to any foul play. He found none. Every single visit just…
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Belle époque 