The M.V.P

Woooooooosssssaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am slightly disturbed in this very moment...(actually posted late :D)

How the hell you gonna bench your most valuable player and expect to win the game?
People have a hard time appreciating how great you are in the game until you're benched.  Or you're playing injured and they don't even notice! If you ride your star player but don't treat them as deserved and to add insult to injury, put them out the game to let subpar merely mediocre people play, expect your results to be unfavourable.  Of course I'm not wishing you evil or anything bad at all, but it's fair to say - I'll save my wishes!

As it stands, I have declared myself the MVP of friendships and eff what you thought. However, due to continually getting my wholeeeeeeeeeeeeeee stick lodged in a deep pile of doodoo. At some point in time you realize that your talents need a better support system and you just switch teams.

So here's a few steps to

Build a PRODUCTIVE team that supports and promotes each others goals and needs.
REMEMBER all the things your former team was lacking, the minute you sniff out that spirit, fire that player.
Most importantly refuse to be accept being benched - people do not have the right to drop you and pick you up when it is convenient to them. You are high PRIORITY- You are the Most Valuable Player.

Here to present with a token of my appreciate is none other than....

Day 1: Stella Maris, Long Island

Enjoying Island life...excuse the disorder I'm working on my phone

You know I love my belly: thin crust salami tomato n ham

Mumsie showing off

Water looking loverly

First time on a bike in years: the struggle 

Headed to a cave

Who doesn't like complimentary: fruits n drinks; the take off - doesn't the plane blades remind you of eye lashes, what a view!

Caves: guess who's scared

Connecting with my inner child

Dinner with my lady: daiquiris 1 mummy none lol 2 each and no repeats

Then we found Irvin n Shaun

My hair aka Angie wanted to make an appearance

The view from the restuarant

That person in the back of me feeling tipsy

Good night blog readers, until tomorrow's adventures

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.