Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Business as usual?: Video Disturbing Footage Jamaican Police Execute A Man Murder Suspec...
And then they ask us to trust the police?
My heart pains me at the very thought that this is actaully happening in Jamaica.
I mean, it has long been suspected and countless citizens have cried out for justice on infinite occassions for those they say were killed in cold blood by the police, but these cries have gone unheard.
Were it not for this one well thinking citizen who decided to video the dreadful act and then turn it over to the media, cries coming from this incident, if any, would again go unheard and the Constabulary Communication Network, CCN, would again report that the man attacked the police and was shot and nothing would have come of it.
What's even more frightening is the fact that the police was there beating the man and the residents were there cheering him on and even when he got the shot they were there calling for 'one more'!
Inspite of, he's somebody's child and he felt it as much as any of us would.
The residents have admitted that he was a drug addict- the man was not sane- and that's how they treat him and then tell me that he attacked the police?
This is how the police treat a citizens who they're supposed to serve, protect and reasure?
How can anyone tell me about justice and trusting police?
These things only happen to poor people and their children and that's why i've long subscribed to the argument that, 'all men are created equal, but some are more equal than others."
The Director of Public Prosecutions is to rule on the matter, so i'm listeninng and watching to see if anything will come out of it or if it's gonna be business as usual.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Te quiero
Coloque tu cabeza sobre mis senos y permitame decir a usted la historia mejor que nunca ha sido dicho.
¡Te quiero!
Permit me to hold you close and place soft, sweet kisses on your lips.
Lay your head upon my breasts and let me tell you the sweetest story never told.
I love you!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
That House
In that house is where my innocence lies;
where the innocent me died
giving rise to the me that i've become.
The me that works overtime comparing and contrasting the prior me to the present me searching for the differences and similarities,
but all I find are pieces-broken.
That house holds the secrets of my past;
segmented secrets that my heart yearns for;
wanting to connect the dots of my secrets held captive by the mute, unkind walls of that house
to the present dying me, until the little pieces transend one art form to another;
from collage
to poetry
to story.
That house on a corner in an unfamiliar place made familiar by my secrets held
has my eyes fixed on it
circumferencing it with each glance I take;
hoping to see the little pieces of my past waving;
screaming;
looking out for the present me;
wanting to make the connection too.
That house has my mind in overdrive from my wanting to reclaim impossibility;
from my wanting to reclaim the innocent me.
That house in an unfamiliar place made familiar by my secrets held - has stolen the prior me,
leaving the present me dead!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Miracle 5000
Everday, I try not to forget the only man in my life.
And so i've chosen not to leave him out of my blogging.
Afterall, I can safely say he's mine.
So I have blogging rights.
He's unequivocally reliable and there's just something about a reliable man that will make a miss independent clingy.
As cliche as it may sound - he's everything I could ever want in a man and then some.
He loves me.
And that's not word of mouth.
He really does and I know caz there's no hitching in him showing it.
I don't know how he does it, but he's always there when I need him.
Wait a minute!
He's always there whether I think I need him or not.
Not in a bossy, clingy, all-up-in-my-space way though.
And one funny thing is that, I always need him.
There's this completeness that embraces you when he's there.
There's this completeness that embraces you when he's there.
He did the sweetest thing for me the other day.
N.B this is just one of the many sweet, thoughtful things he's always doing for me.
I was out of town, yet still in his presence, for he doesn't allow me to travel alone.
OMG! He's so protective of me.
It's absolutely something to blog about!
Anyways, I was saying that the other day I was out of town and money was running low.
So in one of our usual talks ...
Did I mention that he and I talk like a million times a day?
Well i'm overexaggerating, but that's how it feels to me.
And the crazy thing is that we never get tired of each other.
We'd talk for hours and hours about everything.
There are no inhibitions - we just open up to each other and while the conversations go on for nothing short of forever, we never run out of things to talk about.
I'm sorry for straying, but he's so tweet, I can't help but tell you about him.
Okay, so I was running low on cash and I mentioned it to him, but he never responded.
At least I didn't hear him and I was a bit disappointed, but just let it slide.
Days later, my mom had sent a $1000 dollars to my penniless account and I went to do the withdrawal by way of the ATM.
Well it's more like I asked a friemd of mine to do the withdrawal.
When he came back into the vehicle where I was waiting on him, he handed me the receipt.
And you wouldn't beleive it!
There was $5000 dollars in the account.
Where it came from?
My man, even though he had not responded to me, he heard me and deposited $5000 dollars in my account.
Just enough to last me until ....
I hope that gives you an idea of what kind of man I have found myself.
Or is it he that found me?
Whichever way, we found each other.
He's protective.
He's caring.
He's loving.
His love is unconditional in every sense of the word.
He reminds me of God sometimes.
But wait a sec!
He is God.
God is the man in my life!
Love
Love is much more than the physical.
It's getting to know someone on a holistic level.
There's more to love than having sex or making love.
It's about taking the risk, of getting hurt, to know someone.
It's not about staying on deck looking over into the water.
It's about diving - deep sea diving.
It's about getting into that water with all you have and all that you are
knowing that you'll not come out the same way you went in or you may never come out at all.
This Passion
Impregnated with a passion to trod a particular path.
Decapitated by the fear of getting lost, I involuntarily settle for mediocrity.
Trying to forget about the passion growing inside me, I am transformed into a miserable, confused being.
I try to hide it.
I try to abort it
but it's too far gone!
This passion has always been apart of me.
It's what aids in making me, me.
Where do I turn? What do I do?
Am i willing to fore go a part of me;a part of who i am for no apparent reason, but fear?
Am i willing to deprive this passion of it's survival needs?
Am i willing to allow the passion to die within me:depriving someone else from sharing the passion too?
I'm at a crossroad, but can't seem to read the signs.
The light's on green, but I'm not sure if I'm to go;yet i don't want this passion to die.
Do I go here? Do i go there? Do i go now? Do i wait awhile?
I'm trying to move, but fear has me cemented in a place call indecision.
How do i break free and move away?
How do i break free and be me?
This passion is who i am.
It's me.
Allowing it to die would be a mass suicide.
I Would've blatantly lied to myself.
So though cemented by fear, I'll take a chance.
I'll give birth.
I'll allow this passion, that has impregnated me for far too long, to become a life form.
One that I'll nurture and it'll nurture me for we are one.
I am this passion and this passion is me.
Decapitated by the fear of getting lost, I involuntarily settle for mediocrity.
Trying to forget about the passion growing inside me, I am transformed into a miserable, confused being.
I try to hide it.
I try to abort it
but it's too far gone!
This passion has always been apart of me.
It's what aids in making me, me.
Where do I turn? What do I do?
Am i willing to fore go a part of me;a part of who i am for no apparent reason, but fear?
Am i willing to deprive this passion of it's survival needs?
Am i willing to allow the passion to die within me:depriving someone else from sharing the passion too?
I'm at a crossroad, but can't seem to read the signs.
The light's on green, but I'm not sure if I'm to go;yet i don't want this passion to die.
Do I go here? Do i go there? Do i go now? Do i wait awhile?
I'm trying to move, but fear has me cemented in a place call indecision.
How do i break free and move away?
How do i break free and be me?
This passion is who i am.
It's me.
Allowing it to die would be a mass suicide.
I Would've blatantly lied to myself.
So though cemented by fear, I'll take a chance.
I'll give birth.
I'll allow this passion, that has impregnated me for far too long, to become a life form.
One that I'll nurture and it'll nurture me for we are one.
I am this passion and this passion is me.
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