Thursday, July 31, 2014
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
“On A Personal Note --- A Band-Aid for everything”
Some people put a band-aid on
every cut, but every cut doesn’t need a band-aid. One day I was cleaning the
bathroom and my finger slipped under the cover that blocks the drain when you
fill the bidet. As it slipped it slid around the edge of the cover and it cut
me under my finger nail. It was hurting and bleeding so I put some mentholated
spirit on it then a band-aid. I did not want this finger to bother me because I
was leaving in a matter of hours on a plane out of the country.
The cut was hurting real bad
when I arrived at my destination, but I ignored it, only changing the band-aid
when it got wet. Days later it stopped hurting, so I thought it was healed.
When I took off the band-aid the area that was cut looked green and I knew that
was a major infection —Gangrene. I was in another country, and the thought of
going to the hospital and the doctor cutting off my finger had me petrified. I
showed the finger to my hostess and she took me to see a friend of hers who was
a nurse. The first thing the nurse said, “Oh dear, that is not good, and you
have to go to the hospital.” I started to cry and then she said, “I could let
you dip your finger in hot water with Detol in it?” I agreed. The water was
very hot, but when I put my finger in it, I felt no pain. She changed the water
several times and then the water started to look green. My fears heightened when I saw it, but she
reassured me that was a good thing. The finger started to bleed and it was
hurting. She dried the area, did not put a band-aid on it, told me to make sure
I did not wet it and remember not every cut needs a band-aid. A week later my
finger was perfectly healed…Tuesday, July 29, 2014
“Contentment Satisfaction Happiness Pleasure”
“My crown is in my heart, not on my head,
Nor decked with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen; My crown is called
content: A crown it is, that seldom kings enjoy.” ― William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
I love Tuesdays. It does not give you the
stress you feel when Sunday arrives knowing that Monday is next.
On this beautiful Tuesday I wish you
contentment~ I hope today is a better day for you and yours than yesterday.
Friday, July 25, 2014
A Near Fatal twist by A Valentine Joseph
Keri stood under the shower
for a while, thinking about Darnel … and she whispered, “Oh God, I love him and
I always will.”
The ringing of the doorbell
made her jump. She stepped out of the tub and put on her robe. It was after
eleven in the night, and she hoped it was not Jeremy.
“Who is it?” Keri asked at
the door.
“Darnel.”
Her heart started beating
rapidly, and she could feel it in her throat. To Keri it was a major
coincidence because she was just thinking heavily of him, and there he was
standing outside her door.
“What do you want, Darnel?”
“Please, K, let me in. I just
want to talk to you.”
She opened the door and he
walked in. He looked at her, and she looked nervously at him, pulling her robe
closer because her body started to tingle.
“Have a seat. I will be right
back.” Keri walked quickly into the bedroom, taking a dress and underwear from
the bureau drawer. She took off her robe and was about to put on the dress,
when she suddenly felt his presence behind her. She turned around to find
Darnel standing in the doorway.
Keri felt weak. Her mind was
resisting, but her heart and naked body ached for him…
Leigh's Story
by A Valentine Joseph
Successful interior designer,
Leigh Grant enjoys waking up every day. A driven professional, her job brings
her a high degree of contentment. Things are running smoothly in her life, particularly
after a wonderful romantic relationship in the Bahamas. However, one day, she
encounters a new client who is a cold, yet sophisticated, beautiful and
elegantly dressed young woman. Initially uneasy about taking her on, Leigh
accepts the job, and her life takes off on an unexpected detour. She must deal
with her new client, along with someone from her past, hell-bent on destroying
her and those close to her...
Leigh's body was warm from
the tenderness they just shared and she was on the brink of being captivated by
the moment, when she suddenly decided to walk away. James stood and watched her
as she left. He knew it could not end like this, not at that moment. Not ever.
He grabbed on to her hand stopping her....
Sandy by A Valentine Joseph
It was Halloween and the children of the neighborhood were out
trick-or-treating. Sandy heard her doorbell and went downstairs with a bowl of
candy. She opened the door smiling. She was shocked to see Barry. Her eyes
opened wide as though they were going to pop out of their sockets.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” frade
“No. Barry I want you to leave!”
“I’m not going anywhere. You are my wife.”
She tried to push the door and he stuck his foot in the doorway.
“Sandy the best thing to do is to let me in. I want to talk to you. I
promise I won’t hurt you.”
“No,” she said throwing the bowl of candy at him and running up the
stairs. Before she could close the door, he pushed it open and walked in. She
kicked him and he punched her in the right eye. Sandy cried out in pain. She
covered her eye with her hand feeling dizzy and staggering.
He had his hand raised to hit her again but did not. “Look what you made
me do? I came here to talk to you but you always infuriate me,” he said,
sitting on the couch.
Sandy was sobbing quietly.
“Why… are you… here Barry?”
“I came her to tell you that I’ not giving you a divorce. You left
Trinidad five years ago to come to America to think. You said you needed a
holiday. Are you still on holiday? I love you. It’s over between Mitch and I.
Sandy I promise I’ll never be with anyone again. Please come back to me.
“I want a divorce Barry. Please don’t make this hard for me.”
“I know you have a child. I’ll be a good father to him. I’m not signing
these damn papers!” He threw the papers at her.
“You will, if you don’t want me to tell everyone about your affair with
Mitch,” she said as she looked for something in the living room that she could
defend herself with.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed one of her hands and pulled her
toward him. She raised the other hand and swung it to hit him in the face but
he caught it and he twisted it behind her back.
“You like to fight. I know you like it rough.”
He pressed his lips against hers and she bit into them. He let her go
then he punched her in the chest knocking the wind out of her. Sandy fell to
the floor gasping.
“Listen to me, you better stop attacking me,” said Barry taking his
jacket off. This exposed a gun that was in the waist of his trousers.
Sandy was scared. She was worried about Christopher. “What do you intend
to do with that gun Barry, kill me?”
“That’s the idea.”
He took the gun from his waist.
“Why Barry?”
“I want you back in my life. You mean everything to me.”
“If I meant everything to you, you would not have been sleeping with
Mitch and you would not have been so abusive to me. I can’t live in a
relationship like that.”
“I’m no longer seeing Mitch.”
“Please Barry. Just let me go.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? You don’t love me. You know you don’t. Tell me what’s going on.”
“Mitch’s wife found out about us.”
“I think she has a right to know.”
“You would say something like that. If you didn’t leave me that would
never have happened.”
“That’s not true. Eventually she would have found out. You and Mitch
should not have kept it from her. You told me.”
“To hell with it. My life is over, and it’s all your fault!” he said
pointing the gun at her.
“Barry you said you loved me and you want to kill me. You don’t love me.”
Although Sandy spoke in a calm voice she was petrified. She could feel her
heart beating in her throat.
“Yes. I love you.”
He walked
over to the mantel and picked up Terrance’s picture. Is he the man you are
with?”
“Yes.”
She saw a strange look come over his face and her heart was somersaulting
in her chest.
“I hate you. The biggest mistake I made was marrying you. Mrs. Jones is
right. You are a slut. Her son is making the biggest mistake in his life
marrying you,” he said hitting her across her face.
She hit him back and he punched her in the abdomen. This time when she
fell to the floor he kicked her in the stomach. She put her hands to block her
stomach and he kicked her hand.
“Barry, stop it!”
“No. I need to show you that I’m your husband and you need to respect
me.” He kicked her again.
“Please Barry stop,” she whispered as she felt herself in a daze.
“Shut up! You are my wife and you did not care how disrespectful it would
be to have your lover’s child! I should kill you!” He pointed the gun at her.
Sandy was looking at him but she could not move because of the intense
pain she was feeling. She closed her eyes.
“Do you still want that divorce?”
She did not answer him.
“Sandy! Wake up! He kicked her and she cried out.
“Barry, stop it!”
“Answer me bitch!” He kicked her.
“Barry, please stop.”
“Do you want a divorce?” He asked as he got down over her and grabbed the
hand that was bruised. He started to squeeze it.
“Ouch! No, no! I don’t… want a divorce!”
“Good. You are my wife and you will remain my wife. If you ever asked me
for a divorce again, I’ll kill you! Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
Sandy lay on the floor groaning in pain. For a moment everything was a
blur and she did not know where she was. She looked around the room. Barry was
sitting on the couch drinking from a bottle. She closed her eyes and prayed
that the pain she was feeling would subside. She felt like falling asleep and
hoping that when she woke up all that happened to her was a dream. She thought
about Christopher and opened her eyes. Barry was bending over her. She tried to
cower away.
“Do you see what you made me do?” he asked, looking at her in disgust.
She did not answer him but was silently praying for him to leave. Her
cheeks were wet and she thought it was her tears but when she wiped it, she saw
it was blood. She had been cut on her face. After a while she dragged herself
toward the couch and held onto the arm of it. She was in excruciating pain but
knew she had to stand up. Eventually she did so, walking slowly to the dining
table where she opened Christopher’s bag.
He pointed the gun at her shouting. “If you try anything I will shoot
you.” She did not say anything to him but kept looking in his direction, as she
took a washrag from the baby bag. She placed it on the cut, applying pressure
and hoping that it would stop the bleeding.
“Do you remember when you nearly
ripped off my ears? This time I will kill you!” His shouting woke Christopher,
who started screaming. Barry turned in the direction of Christopher’s voice.
Sandy moved as fast as she could and stood in front of him.
“Please Barry. Not my baby, please.” He grabbed her hand. “Ouch Barry….
my hand!” she cried out but he did not let go instead, he pulled her towards
Christopher’s room. “Barry, I’m begging you. Don’t hurt my son. Please don’t.”
He did not answer her. He pushed her and she stumbled into the room but did not
fall…
The Forest Is Our Home—The Sequel To Jan’s Mysterious Adventure— by A Valentine JosephWhen Terrance was thirteen, Jim took him miles through the forest very early one morning. Before they left home, Jim instructed him to put on his clothes inside out and to pay close attention to what he did. If they came upon anyone, do not look at them or say anything. Terrance walked behind Jim in the pitch dark forest. They walked for miles, when Jim suddenly stopped and he bumped into him. Jim put out his hand blocking him from moving any further. “Bonjour, Père de la forêt,” Jim said. In a loud thunderous voice, Papa Bois said, “What is the reason for you being in my forest.” Terrance closed his eyes and he kept his head down … the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he was terrified. While Jim was answering his question, Papa Bois came and stood near to Terrance. His breathing was like that of an irritated animal, and he smelled like the forest. The green smell of the bushes was pungent, and Terrance felt faint… 1290. GLOSSARY ~ page vii ~ The Forest Is Our Home – A Valentine Joseph (1) BATIMAMSELLE… A Dragonfly. BOIS CANON… (Bwah-kah-no) The stem is used to make bird cages… BREADFRUIT… A large round seedless tropical fruit that is usually eaten boiled, fried, baked, steamed or roasted. COCOYEA (cok-ey-yea)… The shaft of the coconut tree leaf. FEVER GRASS or LEMON GRASS…. Tea is used to treat, flu, colds fever, etc. FLAMBEAU (flam bo)… A torch that is made by stuffing cloth into a bottle containing kerosene. FO-DAY MORNIN’… Just before dawn. When the cock crows. GOD HORSE … Praying Mantis. KISKADEE (Kis-ka-dee)… A member of the Flycatcher family. It is famous for its loud call… LA DIABLESSE (Lah-ja-bless) The devil’s bride. LA GLEE (lag-lee)… The sticky milk bled from the breadfruit or châtaigne trees. It is used to coat the cocoyea stem to catch birds. MACAJUEL (mah-cah-well) Boa-constrictor. MA PEPERE- (Ma-pa-pee) MAPEPIRE ZANANA or MA PEPERE ZANANA… venomous snake: the bushmaster, pit viper, the fer-de-lance. PAPA BOIS… Also know as MAITRE BOIS (Master of the woods)… DADDY BOUCHON (hairy Man)…. He is the old man of the forest. SILK-COTTON TREE, KAPOK or CEIBA… Found in the Caribbean and many other countries in the world. It grows to a height of more than 200 feet. SOUCOUYANT (Soo-koo-yaan)… SUCOUYA (Soo-coo-yah)… An old frightful woman, who sheds her skin and transforms herself into a ball of fire at night; She sucks the blood of her victims. SUCRIER (See-key-ay) One of the many birds found in Trinidad & Tobago. Feeds on sugar, nectar and sucrier fig… (See-key-ay fig –a small banana). WOOD SLAVE… Gecko lizard or house lizard.
Jan’s Mysterious Adventure is going to give many of you an intriguing walk down memory lane…
“CHAPTER 2~ Jan’s
Mysterious Adventure”
We left the school and headed
towards our homes. I was feeling excited.
“Jan, I know you were not
paying attention in class. Who showed you how to work that sum?” asked
Kelley.
“My dad.”
“You are lucky because Mrs.
Johnson would have embarrassed you if you did not know how to do it.”
“I know, but do you find that
Mrs. Johnson looks unhappy?”
“She does. I wonder if she
has a family.”
“I don’t think she does
because I never heard anyone talked about her having one.”
“She must be lonely. I’m glad that we have families who love us.”
“Me too.”
About one hundred yards from
the school, the road was underwater. The stream had overflowed its bank and
poured on to the road. On the right side of the road was a big savannah. It was
fenced with barbed wire. The savannah looked like a shallow pond, and there
were cows grazing in it. The stream was on the left side of the road. On the
bank of the stream, there were guava trees, mango trees, and a huge tamarind
tree. Farther along, there was a wooded area. There were Poui tree, teak trees,
rubber trees, and many other tall trees. These trees blocked out the sun so the
woods looked dark and dismal.
Our parents as well as the
school principal told us not to cross the stream. On sunny days, many children
would cross the stream to pick some of the fruits. Although the guava and
mangoes looked inviting, no one attempted to cross today.
Some children took off their
shoes and walked through the water barefooted. There were other children who
climbed on to the barbed wire and walked sideways along the fence, until they
made it to dry ground.
“Jan, do you want to try and
walk on the fence?”
“No way, Kelley. I might
fall.”
I pulled up my skirt and
stepped into the water. It felt cold. “Ouch!”
“How does it feel?” asked
Kelley.
“Come on, it feels good.”
Kelley stepped in.
“Oh my gosh…. It’s . . .
cold!” shouted Kelley, shivering. Jan you tricked me. You didn’t tell me the
water is cold?”
Jan started to laugh. Randee, Mark, and a few other boys
were splashing water on anyone, who tried to walk by them, so Kelley and I
stayed back. Stuart and Andrea were walking on the fence, and they started
arguing.
“Andrea, you are moving too
slow. Hurry up!”
“Stuart, if you think you
could walk faster than me, you can go ahead.”
Stuart was in a hurry, so he
decided to walk past Andrea. Andrea stood on the fence and held on tightly.
Stuart moved quickly, and the fence started shaking. Everyone started shouting
at him.
“Stuart, you are going to
fall!” shouted one person.
“Don’t do that! Are you
crazy?” shouted another.
“Stuart, if you make me fall,
I’m going to beat you up!” shouted Andrea.
We were all looking at Stuart
in amazement and waiting for the fence to collapse and for everyone who was on
it, to fall into the water. As he was about to pass Andrea, his feet slipped,
and he fell in a sitting position, into the water.
There was a big uproar. Everyone,
laugh out loudly. Kelley and
I clapped at Stuart for making the evening exciting. Although Stuart looked
embarrassed, I had to say something to him for being so foolish.
“Stuart, as the old folks
would say, More haste, less speed.”
He looked at me angrily but
he did not say anything.
Kelley whispered, “Jan, if
looks could kill, you know where you would be right now?”
“I know.”
He got up, and for a moment, I thought he was
going to do something to me, but he turned and walked out of the water as fast
as he could, to the jeers of the other children.
After Stuart’s spill,
everyone started to walk out of the water to dry ground. Randee shouted at us.
“Jan and Kelley, come on.
Let’s go home.”
“We are coming,” I said.
Kelley and I continued
playing in the water. After a while, I looked around. I was surprised that
Kelley and I were the only ones still playing in the water. Randee shouted at
us again.
“Hey! Come on.”
I turned to Kelley and told
her we should go, but she did not move. She was staring into the woods. Her
face was as white as a sheet.
“Kelley, what’s wrong?” I
asked.
“I saw someone in the woods.
It must be a Douen.”
“Come on, Kelley, you know Douens
are one of the characters that our parents talk about during story time.”
“No, Jan, they are real. They
are actually spirits that live in the woods and they lure children in to it, to
steal them. My parents told me about many children who where stolen by Douens.”
I knew most of the stories
that were told about our folklore, but I don’t believe those stories.
“Kelley, there is no one in
the woods. It’s probably
a tree branch and the wind is making it seem as though someone
is there.”
“Jan, I did see someone. Look
over there.” She pointed to an area where the trees were close.
I looked, but I did not see
anything.
“Kelley, there is no one
there.”
She held my hand, pulled me
closer to the stream, and pointed to the woods.
“Look over at those big
trees.”
When I looked in the
direction she was pointing, I saw something move. I stepped closer to get a
better view. I was amazed to see two children playing in the woods. I could not
see their faces because they were wearing big straw hats and their feet were
about knee height in water.
My heart started to beat very
fast because those stories we were told about characters like these, were
coming to life.
Douens wore large straw hats and their feet were turned backwards. I
stared at the children. They were clapping their hands and laughing at what was
being said to each other. I could not believe what I was seeing, so I closed my
eyes tightly for a few second then opened them again to make sure of what I was
seeing. I could hear the laughter, but I could not see their faces.
I was scared. I was sure that
these two children who were all alone in the woods must be Douens. I did not
realize I was standing close to the edge of the stream, until Kelley shouted at
me.
“Jan, step back, you might
fall!”
I could not move because my
legs were shaking.
“Jan, give me your hand!”
I stretched out my hand and
tried to step back, but my feet slipped from under me and I fell into the
stream.
~*~
CHAPTER 3
The current was very strong,
and I headed down the stream at a terrific speed. I could hear Kelley screaming
my name. The sound of her voice faded, and I knew I had gone farther down the
stream. I could feel my body being bumped and scratched by rocks and weeds.
About two miles down the stream, I suddenly stopped…
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Thursday, July 24, 2014
“My Opinion”
I am receiving messages and
seeing some of my fb friends complaining about some of my other fb friends,
being antagonistic, offensive, just disrespectful. I have not received any
messages from any of my fb friends along those lines. There may be different
scenarios that is the cause of this; The situation could be their doing, their
fb could be hacked and an unknown person is doing this or it can be someone
they know.Many people allow their
husband, wife, boyfriend, girlfriend or some other person, to use their fb.
These people come on and they do not indicate that it is them. I think people
who behave in this way are sneaky and untrustworthy and they themselves are
dealing with not trusting their significant other…
“Enjoy your day and be safe”
“He that respects himself is
safe from others; he wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
“Broken Glasses 2”
At age 5 I felt it was time to give my son his juice and water in a
glass. It worked out well. The first day he broke a glass, “He stood looking at
it in shock, then he looked at me very sad as he said, “Mom I am sorry.”
“That’s okay. Stand right where you are. Do not make another step.”
“I’m sorry,” He whispered.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said and picked it up. I felt that was the end
of that but he refused to use a glass and I used to let him use it. Every time
he broke one he got real sad. I would say stop worrying about it, but the only
thing that stopped him from becoming sad was when I told him that I was 35 and
think about how many glass I broke in my life time. That ended the sadness.
The first time my daughter broke a glass she started to cry. “Mom I am
sorry.” As usual I said, “Don’t worry about it and I hugged her. The next time
she broke another one the tears started and she said, “Why do you give me water
and juice in a glass. It always slips out of my hands.”
“You have to learn to use a glass. Hold it with your both hands and watch
what you are doing when you pick it up and when you put it down.”
Start building strength and courage in your children. Stop complaining
about that broken glass. It is not the end of the world. A blessed safe day to
you and yours…
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
“Life In Trinbago”
The shade, the just right
trade winds blowing, birds, butterflies, bees, batimamselle –dragonfly, Jep –Jackspañia,
God horse –Praying Mantis and other insects flying around enjoying life and me
enjoying my book from my favorite author -Robert Ludlum. When I picked up his
book, I would spread a crocus bag under a tree in the yard, lie on it and read.
No drama, nothing and no one bothering me. Life in the 70’s and 80’s in
Trinbago was nice. Real nice…
Today the amount of criminal activity
from top to bottom in Trinbago makes me wonder, “What planet those criminals dropped
from or which part of hell they originated?”
A blessed safe day to you and
yours…
Monday, July 21, 2014
The Old folks always say something that makes you
wonder if what they are saying is true. Many children would do the said thing
to see if it was.
When I was a child, my father
told me not to make monkey tricks when I was looking in a mirror because I will
get nightmares. After he told me that I did not like to look in mirrors, just
in case I forget and started making tricks. Day in and day out when I looked in
the mirror I kept a straight face. Years went by and then one day I said to
myself, “You are a gullible teenager, holding on to the tricks in the mirror
story is childish.” I stood in front of the mirror and started to make monkey
tricks, distorting my face in horrible ways, laughing and really enjoy it. All
day I remember the moment and I would smile. When I went to bed that night, I
remembered it for the moment, fell into a deep sleep and woke up the next morning
well rested, no nightmares. The monkey tricks in the mirror continued and no
nightmare for a while then one night I had the most horrible dream. The dream started
with me and some of my friends, playing on the street we lived on. We were
having a wonderful time when the place suddenly got very dark and dismal. I
looked around to say something to them, but I was alone. No one was around so I
decided to go home. While I was walking towards our house, I saw a shadow in
the distance coming towards me. My heart was racing as I started to run. The
shadow started to run towards me so I ran faster and it was moving faster. I
reached our gate, opened it quickly and stepped in. As I got into the yard and
stepped onto the porch the shadow was standing there with a hideous smile. I
started to scream and scream until my sister woke me saying, “Alla you are
having a nightmare.” Since that horrible nightmare, I do not make tricks in the
mirror…
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Dear God,
You gave women
the honor of having children. Girl, boy —Female, male to help replenish the
earth.
Human that is
what we are called, and we were blessed with commonsense. Some of us know how
to utilize it and some of us don’t.
Men were given
the honor to be the; leader of the world, king, ruler, sovereign, emperor etc.
What has he done with the world? Nothing else, but trample on it squashing
everything that gets in the way of his superciliousness and greed…
Thursday, July 17, 2014
“Everybody needs a moment of Bliss”
Find
the place in your home that you love the most, sit or stand quietly~ Breathe. Whisper
your private thoughts~ Breathe. Relax and listen to the silence and soak in
that moment of bliss~
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
“On A Sad, Sad Note”
Women and men when you are in
an abusive relationship, please note that the abuser is eventually going to pass
on his/her wickedness to your relatives.
Two Parents and 4 children in
Huston , Texas
Guns were invented to kill. It is one of the most
heartbreaking inventions. And the crazies are packing...
Prayer of St. Francis of Assisi The Peace Prayer
LORD, make me an instrument
of Thy peace; Where there is hatred, let me sow love; Where there is injury,
pardon; Where there is error the truth; Where there is doubt, the faith; Where
there is despair, hope: Where there is darkness, light; And where there is
sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, Grant that I
may not so much seek, To be consoled, as to console; To be understood, as to
understand; To be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we
receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; And it is dying that we are
born to eternal life. Amen.
Peace~ Calm~ Quiet~ Stillness~ Tranquility~ Silence~ Harmony~ Serenity~
Sunday, July 13, 2014
“Peace~ It is really like a flowing river”
Stop bellowing at your wife,
husband, especially your children. Look at the funny side of life. It brings
peace to your heart. Laugh and smile lives in the same house knocking down
stress, depression and tears from trying their best to reside there. If you are
reading this then you are alive~ Try your best to look at the funny side of
life. A sense of humor is the best medicine.
A blessed safe joyfully day
to you and yours…
Saturday, July 12, 2014
“I love the drama in my home. It must be the writing spirit in me that loves it”
Last month my daughter was
complaining that we only had two drinking glasses and I pointed out endless
wine glass in the cupboard and in boxes, so she should take one and drink her water in style,
she sucked her teeth. This
morning she is complaining that we don’t have a toaster. I put the platten —tawa
on the stove, and I said, “The toaster is on the stove.” LORD the child shouted,
“Mom, I cannot believe you! I am calling dad to ask him to buy one when he is
coming home from work!” She did not know I already spoke to him about the platten
so when she called he said, “But your mother told me she put the toaster oh the
stove. Girl put your bread on it nah. It will toast real good.”
Dad! LORD I cannot understand
my parents!” She shouted. Her brother started to laugh. I was hysterical and, “Life
goes on. It is not the end of the world.”…
Friday, July 11, 2014
There are so many people impaired of their mental faculties walking around, some of them dress in degrading, humiliating, debasing, undignified, corrupting, mortifying, shameful, unbecoming and I can go on and on about the way they are dressed. To me it is not funny, it is sad. Life is unpredictable so we really don’t know what tomorrow would bring into our space…
“Be kind, gentle, loving and sincere”
I don’t know how your day started
and how it is going, but I know how my day started. Good or bad say, “Thank you
God for making me see another day.”
Do not leave your home
without saying goodbye. You really don’t know if it is the last time you will
see your loved one. Enjoy your day and be safe.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
“On A Personal Note”
Yesterday my husband was on his way to work. While on the bus, it
stopped to pick up passengers. As the doors opened, He heard a woman voice
saying, “Can you help me?” and a man saying, “Miss, I have to go to work, I
cannot help you.” He looked through the window and there was an elderly woman
standing in her pajamas and a bedroom slipper. As the bus pulled off it tugged
at his heart to see her standing alone and scared so he asked the bus driver if
she would let him off, that lady needs help. She stopped the bus and she said, “Thank
you, she looks as though she does.”
When he got to the lady he said, “Morning miss. Do you need help?”
“Yes,” She said but was a bit disoriented.
My husband phoned 911 then she told him her name so he called me
and asked me to search the internet to see if anyone by that name comes up
missing. He also said to me that she sounds like a Trinidadian. While I was
speaking to him I could hear her voice and she did sound like a Trini. She was
pleading with him in a soft gentle voice, not to leave her alone and he was
reassuring her that he would not. Her voice had such a sweet sad tone to it
that I was a bit emotional. The police was taking a while to come and he had to
call 911 a second time. The operator told him that someone called in a missing
elderly woman and the description of the clothes. It was the exact outfit she
was wearing so the operator reassured him that the police were on their way.
They eventually came and after all is said and done she was reunited with her
family. Amen and AMEN to that. I thank
God for the kind of man my husband is…
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. — Steve Jobs (1955-2011)
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
“Football Soccer”
Woke up this morning and reality was back in order. “Football! They are calling it soccer —A
game you are using your foot and no hands so I would like to know who is the Smart-aleck
that changed it from Football to Soccer?
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Crumbs Bake Shop closing all it’s stores. A sad, sad
day for cup cakes. The last time we bought from them was June 25th
my daughter’s 17th birthday. Brownie—Chocolate cake filled and
frosted with chocolate fudge, drizzled with chocolate and topped with chunks of
brownie, her favorite. It is heavenly.
16 TIPS TO HELP YOUR CHILD ENJOY READING.
1. Ask him/her the genre that
they like and buy/or get a book from the library.
2. The book, must not be,
more than 100 pages.
3. Read everyday.
4. Read aloud.
5. During your reading time, DON ’T ANSWER THE TELEPHONE. THE TELEVISION AND THE RADIO MUST
BE TURNED OFF.
6. If there are other
children in the home, let them all sit and listen to the story.
7. Let your child know that
you will be reading together.
8. You start reading first.
9. It does not matter what
the story is about – you could make it exciting and interesting by the tone of
your voice and also by your actions.
10. Read the first page then
ask your child to read aloud the second page.
11. Do not stop your child
while he/she is reading. Let him/her continue reading.
12. When your child asks you
to stop reading, you may do so, but if you feel you should continue, say to
him/her. “I like this story. May I read a little more?” In most cases they
would say yes… Read a little more then tell your child you would continue the
story the next day.
13. Ask your child his/her opinion of the story.
This is your moment to spend quality time together, to share thoughts, ideas
and experiences with each other.
14. If your child needs to
point at the words in the book to read, it’s okay to let him/her do that.
15. If you are tired say to your child. “I am
tired, but I want to hear the story. Can you please read to me? Let him/her
know that you truly want to hear the story.
16. Read anywhere. WHILE YOU
By A Valentine Joseph
“A reminder that it is not the end of the world”
Mothers, fathers and caregivers remember, whatever is the result of the
final grade for the school year. Your child has a gift, a talent, a passion. Have a serious talk with
him/her to find out what he/she likes to do and get them involved in it. Learn
a trade. A blue color worker, always have a job. Enjoy your
day and be safe.
Monday, July 7, 2014
“Love Yourself”
In
this life, there are people who spend their days passing judgment on you,
creating different scenarios to solidify it all~ There are some people waiting
on the sidelines just to take it all in, believing and enjoying your ruin.”
All
I have to say is, “That’s life and it is not the end of the world. Do not get a
sleepless night about it. Move on to the next chapter of your life.
A
blessed safe day to you and yours.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
“A Happy Sunday to you and yours”
It’s summer. Enjoy it and be
safe. Do not spend all of it just playing, let your child/children open their school
books and go over notes etc. Keep their minds prepared for September. The year
is going so quickly, September is around the corner.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
The worst government Trinidad and Tobago has been faced with. Look at what is happening today.
I remember Trinidad and Tobago
in the hands of Prime Minister Dr. Eric
Williams. The best days Trinidad and Tobago has ever seen.
San Juan or as Trinbagonians would
say, “Sahwah”, was bad. Very bad. Real criminal activity. Lots of Bad John. Or
as we used to say “Ba-John” —(A violent character, one who may have been imprisoned
several times. A bully) Dr. Eric Williams cramped the Ba-John’s style. He
started The Better Village Program or 10 Days. This program was to better your
village —Cleaning and maintenance of the village. All the Ba-Johns were made supervisors
and foremen. Those with education were made checkers and time keepers.
The supervisors, foremen, checkers
and time keepers worked daily, but a regular worker, worked for 10 days then he/she
was off for 10 days.
This program worked well. It stopped
all de Ba-John thing. Every Tom, Dick and Harrylal wanted ah 10 days and they
got it. In those days Trinidad and Tobago was nice~ Real nice…
“A Sad Affair”
Life
passes you by so quickly that you do not realize that you are no longer a child.
Your modus operandi – your way of doing things never changes. As life passes
by, you are missing out on your chance to have the benefit of it~ Just missing
out on life~ A sad, sad affair.
When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought
like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the way of
childhood behind me. 1 Cor. 13:11
A
wonderful safe Saturday to you and yours.
Friday, July 4, 2014
The American Dream – Martin Luther King Jr. Delivered at Ebenezer Baptist Church, Atlanta, Georgia, on 4 July 1965.
I planned to use for the
textual basis for our thinking together that passage from the prologue of the
book of Job where Satan is pictured as asking God, "Does Job serve thee
for nought?" And I’d like to ask you to allow me to hold that sermon ["Why Serve God?"]
in abeyance and preach it the next time I am in the pulpit in order to share
with you some other ideas. This morning I was riding to the airport in
Washington, D.C., and on the way to the airport the limousine passed by the
Jefferson monument, and Reverend Andrew Young, my executive assistant, said to
me, "It’s quite coincidental that we would be passing by the Jefferson
Monument on Independence Day." You can get so busy in life that you forget
holidays and other days, and it had slipped my mind altogether that today was
the Fourth of July. And I said to him, "It is coincidental and quite
significant, and I think when I get to Atlanta and go to my pulpit, I will try
to preach a sermon in the spirit of the founding fathers of our nation and in
the spirit of the Declaration of Independence." And so this morning I
would like to use as a subject from which to preach: "The American
Dream." (Yes, sir)…
Thursday, July 3, 2014
I in the States for 25 years, but mih Trinbago twang —(accent) never leave mih. Oh Gosh I is ah Trini to de bone… Oui.
Well yes, ah really
doh know nah! ah does fall asleep as mih head hit de pillow, an’ last night ah loud
noise wake mih up, round midnight . Ah thought it was fireworks because 4th
ah July is round de corner, den, ah see ah flash an thunder roll, so ah get up
to maco —(to spy) an ah look through de window… hmm, Papa yo! Yuh talk ah bout
rain! Oui Foute mamma yo, lightening flash brightening up de whole place. Ah dive
back in bed... Oui. Lord have mercy…
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
“Man Is Not A Dog”
I always heard that
a dog is a man’s best friend and dogs have proven themselves to be just that.
To me it is annoying to hear the saying, “Man is ah dog”. If he is a bad human
being. Just a vile, vulgar, brutal, conceited, barbaric and as my Barbadian
friend used to say, “A brute beast”, I am not giving him that honor.
I remember as a
child we used to see animals having sex. To us it was no big thing. When I saw
dogs in the act, I used to think that it was a good thing because they would make
puppies and who doesn’t love puppies? I
think when it comes to sex a dog is classy. After he finishes having sex, he
walks away, waging his tail, he doesn’t bark, finds a quiet spot and lay down. He
doesn’t talk about the bitch, not a woof, woof from him.
Some men after
having sex, talks to who will listen, giving details about his sexual partner in
the most vulgar, vile way. He is not a dog, but is animalistic, portraying
beastly attitudes…
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
“On A Personal Note”
I live by certain principles. Being late is a “NO~NO”
for me and it should be for you. To me it is disrespectful and insulting to
walk in late ... also embarrassing.
Showers or baths on a morning makes many people late
for work/school, etcetera. Most people would stay a long time in the shower. In
my opinion a long shower or bath should be taken at nights. On mornings when
you step into the shower, you should soap the body parts, rinse then get out of
the shower. Time to dress. I’m sure you will save time. Make today an early
arrival to work/school etcetera, etcetera, day.
A
blessed safe day to you and yours…
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