Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Dare Me...I'm NOT Afraid to Wild Out
One more word of insult, to drive me to the edge
two more seconds until your pushed off the ledge
I dare you...
We've all experienced at least one moment in our lives where we are so angry, so frustrated we want to SCREAAMMMMM. In most cases if you're scared of prison (like moi) you hit things that can't hit back or cry (not weakness, that's the bruises they was gon' tote if they couldn't cause ya your job).
When I hear this song I wanna jump up in the office and say, HEY YOU, YEA YOU - RUDE INGRATE THAT DOESN'T HAVE MANNERS - YOU GOT ONE MORE TIME TO ACT LIKE YOU WERE RAISED BY WOLVES...lol
There are so many instances to get you to this point. Maybe someone you trusted betrayed you for the "final" time. You want to forgive them again but you're like - seriously, I'll going to give you some time to walk away from me before I end up on Snapped.
Or...a random person starts psychoanalyzing you and telling you who you are and what will make you better.
Or...doctors keep telling diagnosing you without ever really giving you real treatment but that bill is EVER SO REAL.
But what I also took from this song was...
people are experiencing things we'll never know they go through, and if we find out maybe we'll never understand. That's the challenge with being an individual that has to co exist with billions of other individuals. Since we may never understand, the least we could do is not judge. Step aside and let me/them/us/yourself wild out a little bit, because sometimes that's what keeps us sane.
Well that's what I take from this song, lol, You may be like, what - totally didn't get that. That's okay, I'm different but I make no apologies.
Share your thoughts with me, I want to know.
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Happy Fathers Day #1 Dad: My Daddy Said...
A man's purpose is to:
provide for his family
protect his family and
prepare his family.
He added, in doing this he must be:
firm
fair and
fearless
Daddy betta preach: THAT IS ALL!!
I took that to mean, those things are not an option and I should never settle for someone that does less than those things. Think about it, so many men fall short of giving what they should that we have a parade for the men that do. I'm not saying they shouldn't be held in a different regard, I truly salute them however, if you claim you're a man - man up! It is your job. And in my father's estimation, if you're not doing it, stop calling yourself a man: FULL STOP
From I was born my father's presence was strong in my life. I thought that he was this rich man that was obviously shielding me from all the wrong in the world. I didn't go hungry, except maybe by choice. I was never untidy. I was rarely on time for school lol - BUT I was always there. I remember thinking I want to marry a man just like my daddy. Years later I know for sure I may not want to marry him but the man that will be the father of my children better be able too keep up in the race my father is killing.
Signed: Grown but Always daddy's little girl.
I love you daddy
Monday, June 15, 2015
Politically inCorrect: Prom Buffoonery
Are ambulances now being used as a means to upstage all of your little friends at prom?? Just a taxi to take where ever you like?
Let me start by saying this garbage wrong on so many levels 'til my pressure went up the moment I saw the pictures. Let me explain why my disdain rages on, so a child decided she was going to relive her favourite disney princess story and lay her butt....woosahhhh she decided to stretch out to her length on a gurney to arrive to her prom by ambulance and people are making light of it. It is not funny and I will not engage in trivilizing this issue.
The bigger issue is, adults in this situation have agreed for the friggin' ambulance to be a shuttle bus while there could be legitimate medical issues. And not to be dramatic but I would love to know how many calls came in that night in need of an ambulance and they were told the wait will be a while.
Some people will read this and say, the idea was cool, it was creative. I praise creativity - not stupidity. If they idea was you're sleeping beauty, as my friend said, why didn't you decorate ya damn car to look like an ambulance. I said, why didn't she just show up in a hearse? I mean seriously, at least the dead won't be in a hurry. The scary part of this all is, my cousin made a good point, there will be some lunatic next year trying to outdo this pure idiocy. LORD SAVE THEM FROM THEMSELVES. I just can't with these humans...I can't.
Where were the parents?? Because if I were her mother I would rebuke the day I watched my child strapped down to a gurney in an ambulance. These people are obviously living in a dream world. A world where they've obviously never seen a loved one immobile unable to speak strapped on a bed with sirens blazing racing to PMH to save their lives. Trust me, there is nothing fairy tale about it.
And another thing Snow White - I hope you had a GPA of 4.0 because this right here....smdh I can't. Not that I care if you got a 4.0 cause it still DUMB and IRRESPONSIBLE and those adults in your life are responsible for this lack of guidance.
The workers should be reprimanded or something and who ever let this piss slip through the cracks. This is a serious matter and I wasn't laughing, smiling or nothing. You have a right to your opinion but I'm not about to co sign papers with someone who obviously ain' working.
#idontdodisclaimers
When I first saw this spit I say, I wonder what country this is...highly embarrassed
Let me start by saying this garbage wrong on so many levels 'til my pressure went up the moment I saw the pictures. Let me explain why my disdain rages on, so a child decided she was going to relive her favourite disney princess story and lay her butt....woosahhhh she decided to stretch out to her length on a gurney to arrive to her prom by ambulance and people are making light of it. It is not funny and I will not engage in trivilizing this issue.
The bigger issue is, adults in this situation have agreed for the friggin' ambulance to be a shuttle bus while there could be legitimate medical issues. And not to be dramatic but I would love to know how many calls came in that night in need of an ambulance and they were told the wait will be a while.
Some people will read this and say, the idea was cool, it was creative. I praise creativity - not stupidity. If they idea was you're sleeping beauty, as my friend said, why didn't you decorate ya damn car to look like an ambulance. I said, why didn't she just show up in a hearse? I mean seriously, at least the dead won't be in a hurry. The scary part of this all is, my cousin made a good point, there will be some lunatic next year trying to outdo this pure idiocy. LORD SAVE THEM FROM THEMSELVES. I just can't with these humans...I can't.
Where were the parents?? Because if I were her mother I would rebuke the day I watched my child strapped down to a gurney in an ambulance. These people are obviously living in a dream world. A world where they've obviously never seen a loved one immobile unable to speak strapped on a bed with sirens blazing racing to PMH to save their lives. Trust me, there is nothing fairy tale about it.
And another thing Snow White - I hope you had a GPA of 4.0 because this right here....smdh I can't. Not that I care if you got a 4.0 cause it still DUMB and IRRESPONSIBLE and those adults in your life are responsible for this lack of guidance.
The workers should be reprimanded or something and who ever let this piss slip through the cracks. This is a serious matter and I wasn't laughing, smiling or nothing. You have a right to your opinion but I'm not about to co sign papers with someone who obviously ain' working.
#idontdodisclaimers
When I first saw this spit I say, I wonder what country this is...highly embarrassed
Friday, June 12, 2015
69th Murder
True Story
A gun shot to the head...dead.
He's just laying there, in a picture sent through Whatsapp: DEAD.
Everything in me says I should feel something. I should feel more than I do. He was my little cousin. The cousin I barely knew. I do feel for my aunt, she's one of my favourites, the sweetest soul you'll ever meet. I feel like I want to embrace her and make sure her pressure stays stable. She's away, so I'm unable.
Other than that, I feel nothing. I am not lost for words. No tears are shed. But my little cousin, he's dead. I thought of one of the 2 memories I have of him - his mother was alive then. A time when I thought all my cousins and I would remain strong friends. We were by my grammy, affectionately called "Mammy".
He kept farting, as kids we just laughed. Then his mother spanked him with a big rubber scissors - I think it was Christmas; for passing the stink gas. I was shocked and angry that she beat my friend but here we are today, someone took his life away and I struggle to remember the sound of his voice. Not by choice. By circumstance. We all lost touch some how, and cousins I lived to laugh with, I barely know now.
Maybe I'm a little selfish cause I'm thinking about me, and my inability to cry while those closest to him, are trying to figure out why. They cry.
What I do feel is compassion, for those who saw him in the street, with a puddle of blood, pooled at their feet. What I do feel is fearful, that the murders continue while grandmothers, mothers, brothers and sisters mourn. What I do feel is anger, another black man, gone.
My reality
After 11 pm last night, while electricity was off and all I could hear was the generator from the Mall, my father told my mother the way my cousin sounds - she should call her sister, Ann. Then I got the news: my cousin's body laid in the road dead, while people snapped pictures and the police took forever to arrive. To know we live in a world where it almost seems easy to take a life it's mortifying, I guess the saying is fitting. He's in a better place now.
RIP D.A.
A gun shot to the head...dead.
He's just laying there, in a picture sent through Whatsapp: DEAD.
Everything in me says I should feel something. I should feel more than I do. He was my little cousin. The cousin I barely knew. I do feel for my aunt, she's one of my favourites, the sweetest soul you'll ever meet. I feel like I want to embrace her and make sure her pressure stays stable. She's away, so I'm unable.
Other than that, I feel nothing. I am not lost for words. No tears are shed. But my little cousin, he's dead. I thought of one of the 2 memories I have of him - his mother was alive then. A time when I thought all my cousins and I would remain strong friends. We were by my grammy, affectionately called "Mammy".
He kept farting, as kids we just laughed. Then his mother spanked him with a big rubber scissors - I think it was Christmas; for passing the stink gas. I was shocked and angry that she beat my friend but here we are today, someone took his life away and I struggle to remember the sound of his voice. Not by choice. By circumstance. We all lost touch some how, and cousins I lived to laugh with, I barely know now.
Maybe I'm a little selfish cause I'm thinking about me, and my inability to cry while those closest to him, are trying to figure out why. They cry.
What I do feel is compassion, for those who saw him in the street, with a puddle of blood, pooled at their feet. What I do feel is fearful, that the murders continue while grandmothers, mothers, brothers and sisters mourn. What I do feel is anger, another black man, gone.
My reality
After 11 pm last night, while electricity was off and all I could hear was the generator from the Mall, my father told my mother the way my cousin sounds - she should call her sister, Ann. Then I got the news: my cousin's body laid in the road dead, while people snapped pictures and the police took forever to arrive. To know we live in a world where it almost seems easy to take a life it's mortifying, I guess the saying is fitting. He's in a better place now.
RIP D.A.
Thursday, June 11, 2015
Hair Trials - Flexi Rods Fail
So I gave you the account of my failed flexi rod experience but here's WHAT NOT TO DO, exactly how I did it.
Skip pass the wash and detangle bit
Ok you're where I need you to be....
1. on slightly damp hair, section and smooth on Organix's Coconut Milk (like an oil)
I did section by section...fairly small but as it got later who knows what amount hair I was grabbing.
2. smooth on Shea Moisture's Curl Enhancing Smoothie
3. on flexi rods
I used the blue and orange...tightly wrap your hair being sure to secure the ends. You'll look like Medusa 
and trust me....IT ALL WON'T BE WORTH IT.
4. Try to sleep
5. Wake up with stiff neck
I think I do know what was wrong though and I will try this again. Because the Curl Enhancing Smoothie locks in moisture my hair took longer to dry, which means instead of the regular ole' 8 hours, I needed 16.
When I try it again I'll let you know how it goes. On a positive note, it's been almost a week and my hair is soft and shiny. The Curl Enhancing Smoothie is a welcomed addition unlike it's cousin
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But before I give you more details on that - reviews say that it works better with the Smoothie so I'll have to work them together before I pass final judgement.
#idontdodisclaimers
Skip pass the wash and detangle bit
Ok you're where I need you to be....
1. on slightly damp hair, section and smooth on Organix's Coconut Milk (like an oil)
I did section by section...fairly small but as it got later who knows what amount hair I was grabbing.2. smooth on Shea Moisture's Curl Enhancing Smoothie
3. on flexi rods
I used the blue and orange...tightly wrap your hair being sure to secure the ends. You'll look like Medusa and trust me....IT ALL WON'T BE WORTH IT.
4. Try to sleep
5. Wake up with stiff neck
I think I do know what was wrong though and I will try this again. Because the Curl Enhancing Smoothie locks in moisture my hair took longer to dry, which means instead of the regular ole' 8 hours, I needed 16.
When I try it again I'll let you know how it goes. On a positive note, it's been almost a week and my hair is soft and shiny. The Curl Enhancing Smoothie is a welcomed addition unlike it's cousin
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But before I give you more details on that - reviews say that it works better with the Smoothie so I'll have to work them together before I pass final judgement.
#idontdodisclaimers
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
What A May it was...
I started writing this piece before month end 
just so I wouldn't miss out on the blessed overwhelmingly happy feeling I have in this moment or any other feeling in between. When I started this new blog it was my intent to just write my poetry. As trite as it sounds, to get the fire going with an ex passion of mine. Since we broke up, I wasn't happy. I missed everything about word play. I have since expanded that idea and written quite a few pieces of prose as well as sharing some of my life. I've been writing things that touched me, things that were glazed over by us but are important to the development of our culture or lack there of and other random thoughts. Needless to say, I have rekindled things with my boo thang and things have never been better.
At this point, (two weeks into June) my blog has received over 3,200 views. It may seems minimal but I am thankful for each person that took the time to even glance my way. I am super excited that readers from France, Curacao, Spain, Canada, Mexico, Jamaica, Netherlands, United Kingdom, Italy, United States, Saudi Arabia, Serbia, Japan, Netherlands, Venezuela, Barbados, Ireland, Bulgaria and most recently Denmark read. (some even came back)
. Please, if you visited and your country is not named - share, I would LOVE to know
.
But this joy would be fleeting without my country's support. So BIG UP Bahamas - most of my views belong to you!! It is humbling to know you could be doing anything, but you took the time to read my work.
Every time a new reader stops by I'm overjoyed. I do not write only for views but to know that people around the world have taken any of their time to share in my experiences
makes me feel accomplished. This blog has helped me grow tremendously.
In May, I also celebrated a birthday. Anyone who knows me knows that around birthday time I get sort of solemn. I honestly can't even help it - it's like where did the time go and how can I get it back. When life was as easy as Sesame Street, naps and eating what ever you like with not a pound gained. But we can't stay young forever and it is a blessing beyond measure to make it to another year. Thank God!! The birthday was low key but it was still awesome. I was reminded that sometimes I can't keep it all together, and it is okay to fall apart as long as you put yourself together again. I have a champions in my corner and my strong mahogany frame deserves a special thank you because he is a big support in my life.
Ohhhhh what a May it was.....(wonder what June will bring?)
just so I wouldn't miss out on the blessed overwhelmingly happy feeling I have in this moment or any other feeling in between. When I started this new blog it was my intent to just write my poetry. As trite as it sounds, to get the fire going with an ex passion of mine. Since we broke up, I wasn't happy. I missed everything about word play. I have since expanded that idea and written quite a few pieces of prose as well as sharing some of my life. I've been writing things that touched me, things that were glazed over by us but are important to the development of our culture or lack there of and other random thoughts. Needless to say, I have rekindled things with my boo thang and things have never been better.At this point, (two weeks into June) my blog has received over 3,200 views. It may seems minimal but I am thankful for each person that took the time to even glance my way. I am super excited that readers from France, Curacao, Spain, Canada, Mexico, Jamaica, Netherlands, United Kingdom, Italy, United States, Saudi Arabia, Serbia, Japan, Netherlands, Venezuela, Barbados, Ireland, Bulgaria and most recently Denmark read. (some even came back)
.But this joy would be fleeting without my country's support. So BIG UP Bahamas - most of my views belong to you!! It is humbling to know you could be doing anything, but you took the time to read my work.
Every time a new reader stops by I'm overjoyed. I do not write only for views but to know that people around the world have taken any of their time to share in my experiences
makes me feel accomplished. This blog has helped me grow tremendously.
In May, I also celebrated a birthday. Anyone who knows me knows that around birthday time I get sort of solemn. I honestly can't even help it - it's like where did the time go and how can I get it back. When life was as easy as Sesame Street, naps and eating what ever you like with not a pound gained. But we can't stay young forever and it is a blessing beyond measure to make it to another year. Thank God!! The birthday was low key but it was still awesome. I was reminded that sometimes I can't keep it all together, and it is okay to fall apart as long as you put yourself together again. I have a champions in my corner and my strong mahogany frame deserves a special thank you because he is a big support in my life.
Ohhhhh what a May it was.....(wonder what June will bring?)
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Hair Trials - Flexi Rods
So I tried a roller set and failed. Lmbo look at that 3rd pic
... I look so hopeful lol.
... I look so hopeful lol.
I sat up for 2 hours or more...and on somewhat damp hair used my coconut oil and curl enhancing smoothie to tightly roll my hair onto flex - rods. Anyone who's slept on these things know that it was a long night.
Following morning I woke up with a cramp neck and completely hopefully that this style would be on point. Again, look at that 3rd pic. Lol on point it was not.
Normally I get upset because the my arms were about to give me the finger how tired they were. But if you've been natural long enough you'll know when it fails you make something work.
It was ok. Really, it was ok, sorta. And I didn't get too angry, kinda. But bay bay work was only about an hour and half away. I doubt my manager would except this as a justified call in. Imagine this
Ringgggg ringggggg
Mr. ______: Morning.
Tia: "ummm Excuse me Mr. _____, pleasant good morning sir. I can't make it into work today." Mr. _____ sir (ok so I don't talk to him like that w/e, my story)
Mr. ____: Okay Tia, is everything alright?
Me: Oh everything isn't alright sir, I'm can't believe this. My hair didn't dry completely, and to be real it wasn't even that wet to begin with and I had to take out my flexi- rods and so now my hair is a mess. My spiral curls looking more like a staircase. I'm a mess.
Mr. _____: OH! Did you know we're downsizing.
Me: On my way sir.
I was cute nonetheless with my "hybrid pony" as Bae called it.
I did say, when all else fails, rock a puff - a pony is close enough.
Politically inCorrect: Cable Too Rachet for Children
I am not a Politician. Do not expect me to be politically correct.
I refuse to stifle my voice because we live in an age where people are so afraid to offend people they have compromised their values, morals and more. I am willing to listen to other point of views and I reserve my right to disagree with ANY argument I so choose. So, every week I will include a Politically inCorrect piece.
I am not judge, jury nor am I executioner and I do not want to be. I am not perfect and I realize that no one walking this earth is. As an adult you have free will to watch whatever shows you so choose but do not forgive me when I say children should not to be exposed to ratchet explicit T.V and lewd disrespectful music. So when a primary school bus of children can recite lyrics to song advertising drug use as if it's uplifting better than they can count to 50 then I have an issue. When essays have more references to Taylor Swift and Nicki Minaj than to V.S Naipaul and Jamaica Kincaid it's downright disheartening.
Wooosahhhhhh.....
Back in the day the Christian council decided to ban B.E.T and putting it lightly I was the annoyed. I was annoyed because they are taking away a choice while fattening the pockets of cable providers because they did nothing but put it on extended channels. Channels probably already in the Christian council's homes.
So imagine my shock when I was watching TrueTV Saturday night with my beau and I heard this big EFF bomb
. Yup, shortly after 11pm on the weekend TrueTV, Channel 38 if my memory isn't failing me has a tattoo show on with no beep outs no buzz outs. The pure unfiltered dutty cuss words blasting - the S's, the B's, the F's. OMG BASIC CABLE HAS GONE ROGUE!! Where's the Christian council now, shoot - where's URCA.
I have a serious problem with this, no wonder why a bus full of primary school children could be in love with the CoCo while teachers and other adults record the perfectly pitched choir.
#nolaw
Wooosahhhhhh.....
Back in the day the Christian council decided to ban B.E.T and putting it lightly I was the annoyed. I was annoyed because they are taking away a choice while fattening the pockets of cable providers because they did nothing but put it on extended channels. Channels probably already in the Christian council's homes.
So imagine my shock when I was watching TrueTV Saturday night with my beau and I heard this big EFF bomb
. Yup, shortly after 11pm on the weekend TrueTV, Channel 38 if my memory isn't failing me has a tattoo show on with no beep outs no buzz outs. The pure unfiltered dutty cuss words blasting - the S's, the B's, the F's. OMG BASIC CABLE HAS GONE ROGUE!! Where's the Christian council now, shoot - where's URCA.I have a serious problem with this, no wonder why a bus full of primary school children could be in love with the CoCo while teachers and other adults record the perfectly pitched choir.
#nolaw
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