Four Year-old Murdered

Jealousy is being blamed for the murder of four year-old Natasha Brown of Duanvale, Trewlany in Jamaica on Tuesday May 28.  Her decapitated body was retrieved from a 10-ft deep sink hole in the community on Wednesday.  A woman who is said to be the ex-lover of the dead child’s father was taken into custody after she reportedly confessed to the killing and later led investigators to the sink hole late Tuesday evening.

The child’s father Baldwin Brown admitted ending a relationship with the accused woman five months ago.  “I simply can’t believe it,” he said.  “How can someone do this to a child?”

Four year-old Natasha never showed up for school Tuesday morning and she was reportedly seen in the company of the  woman.  Later that morning the accused killer was reportedly seen carrying a crocus bag towards the sink hole.  She reportedly told someone she was going to dump the remains of a dead animal.  When news circulated that Natasha was missing the police were informed of the woman’s activities.  When the accused woman who was reportedly angry with the child’s father for ending the relationship, was located she reportedly confessed to killing the child and led police to the sink hole.

With fire fighters and the police having difficulty accessing the sinkhole as night approached on Tuesday the search was called off until Wednesday morning.  Shortly after 10 a. m. a resident was lowered into the sinkhole and he retrieved the body and the head which was severed.

The accused woman is said to have four children of her own.  Meanwhile the child’s mother was reported to be in a state of shock.

Another Birthday

Happy Birthday Terriann
034On May 27, 2000 a little baby girl was born into this world.  Today that little girl will be celebrating her thirteenth birthday.  How time flies!  She is now entering the next phase of her life that will prepare her for adulthood; the teenage years.  It is a period in life where peer pressure is stronger and all you can do is hope that the values instilled in them will come into play and they will be strong enough to stand up for what they believe in and do not compromise just to follow the crowd and fit it.
Today I just want to say Happy Birthday to my little girl.  I hope the lord will continue to bless and guide her as she enters her teens.

 

Words of Inspiration

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
― Jon Krakauer

RELATIONSHIPS : Women Taking Control

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In 1994 someone that I knew very well died. She was a young woman still in the prime of her life and there was much for her to live for. She was a good mother and devoted partner. Perhaps she was too much of a devoted partner. Although she was aware that her partner was cheating on her she opted to remain in the relationship. He was having relationships with women inside and outside of her community. He fathered children that she knew about. It was no secret; he was a Casanova.

She could have left this man. He lived at her home, she could have packed his belongings and told him to go. A part of the reason she remained was that she wanted her children to have their father in their life another reason was the fact that she loved this man unconditionally in spite of everything.

He traveled a lot and he lived overseas for a period of time. He returned home and married her. It should have been a happy time but shortly after that he became ill while overseas and died. At the time it was now clear what had caused his death. At his funeral another woman turned up claiming to be his wife. Even in death she was having to deal with another woman.

About two years later she too became ill. After many doctor visits and many tests she was finally tested for HIV.  Her results came back positive. Her health rapidly went down hill after that. She was a voluptuous woman but in a matter of months the disease reduced her to skin and bones. I recall visiting her looking at her lying in bed just a shell of her former self and I couldn’t help thinking this disease is really a killer.

She was in good spirit. There was no bitterness, no blame, no self-pity. She accepted her fate, accepted the fact that she was going to die. She wanted me to run my hand through her hair. She spoke lovingly of him…how she used to love when he run his hand through her hair. She was not angry. I could see that she had forgiven him. I was so moved by her that I wrote this poem in her memory:

A Tribute to Someone Special

I saw, not for the first time,
Traces of tears mirrored in your eyes,
But the tears lost, for you did not,
Once let go of the smile,
I saw quite clearly the pain,
You did not try to disguise,
And a part of me grieved,
And inside I wept.

You who gave love to one and all,
And mothered those who weren’t,
even your own,
I ask myself, how can someone,
Who has given so much love,
Bear so much pain?

I saw you, a strong tower,
A great mountain, unshaken, unmoved,
A woman like Job,
And like Job you bore the things,
That were unjustly thrust upon you.

The passing of the years multiplied,
Your sorrow and your pain,
And yet you did not complain,
I saw in you no bitterness,
No revenge, no regrets, no hate.

I looked at you and I marveled,
Surely, you were no ordinary woman,
You must have been an angel,
Sent down from heaven,
Taking the form of a woman,
I don’t know, but wherever you are,
I just want you to know,
You must be someone special!

Sometimes the decisions we make in life with all the right intention are not necessarily the right ones.  In this particular situation both parents died and the children were left orphans.  In a relationship you can’t change your partner.  You can encourage him to change.  You can give him reasons why he should change but ultimately the final decision is his to make.  You have two options accept his lifestyle or leave him!  Do not stay tied down in a relationship and tell yourself if I leave him I won’t be able to take of the children by myself.  Have enough faith to believe that God will see you through.  If he went out and got hit by a truck and died wouldn’t you have to go on with your life?

Ending a relationship is never an easy decision but at some point in life you have to take control and decide what is best for you!

 

Cameleon

You seemed so sweet at the start,
Honey you captured my heart,
But now the veil is down,
I’m seeing your true colors,
And it’s causing me to frown.
I thought you were caring,
You do care, but only about you,
You scheme, you lie and you connive,
You do what it takes to get what you want,
Without giving what I want much of a thought.
I thought you were my dream come true,
But my worst fears is that you are turning into my nightmare.
I can’t go on living this lie,
Now that the blindfold has been removed from my eyes,
I thought you were a princess,
Now you seem more like a witch,

At what point in this relationship did you switch?
Divide and conquer seems to be your latest motto,
You think you have me trapped,
But honey I’ve got news for you,
Two can play this game and I don’t plan to lose,
The stakes are high, it’s you and I.
Maybe some day when you are all alone,
You will realize how foolish you were,
To destroy what we had with your dirty ways,
silly games and lies.

Need to be Sure

She lets her guards down and he captured her heart,
He said that he loved her, but he don’t always act the part
He is sending her mixed signals, playing with her heart
she is not certain his motives are pure
She has been hurt before so this time she need to be sure.
When he smiles at her she want to believe him,
When he kisses her it feels so right she wants to give in
She wraps her arms around  him and pray ,
That  he will stand by her and never stray.
Her heart is so afraid, 
Will she regret these decisions she has made?

Sweet kisses in the moonlight,
His  arms holding her so tight,
She don’t want to let go,
She just want to know.
Does he really love her?
She has been hurt before
This time she needs to be sure.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton

Relationships : Women Taking Control

Dealing With Infidelity 

Are you in a relationship where you feel like you are giving one hundred percent and he is only giving fifty?  That is probably because he is giving another woman that other fifty.  Infidelity is one of the major cause of problems in relationships.  There is a tendency for both of the sexes to cheat and when there is no trust in a relationship it is destined for failure.
As a woman how do you deal with the fact that your partner is cheating on you?  Do you confront him, make him know you won’t stand for it, give him an ultimatum wherein he had to choose you or go out the door?  Or are you so afraid you might lose him that you turn a blind eye, suffer silently and tell yourself that you would rather share him than lose him?  The fact is if you are sharing him with someone else you are half-way on the road to losing him anyway.  What is the point in prolonging your unhappiness?
You might be so afraid of losing him that you try to convince yourself that you can deal with it.   But why lie to yourself?  You lie awake at night wondering where he is, who he is with and what he is doing.  You want to feel his arms about you but the space beside you is empty and you know in your heart that he is with someone else.  You cry yourself to sleep knowing you have to let him go but not having the courage to do it.
Women often feel they need a man even when that man turns out to be a source of unhappiness.  The truth is you don’t need someone in your life who is making you unhappy.  You cannot rely on someone else to make you happy.  You are the author and creator of your happiness.  You cannot leave it in someone else’s hands!
If a man loves, respect and cares about his woman, chances are he will not cheat on her.  If he does not love, care for and respect you then you need to let him go.  There are times in life when you have to compromise but this is not one of those times.  If he is cheating on you and refuses to stop you need to show him the door because you don’t need him anymore than he needs you.  You certainly do not need to put yourself at risk for STD’s especially HIV and AIDS.  If you man is playing around he is not just messing with your heart, he could be messing with your life as well.
In my next post I will tell you about one woman who compromised and paid for it with her life.  Be wise, stay strong , love yourself and accept nothing less than you deserve!  Take control of your relationship today!

Shattered

The lines have been crossed,
You said it was a mistake,
I say it’s your loss.
You had a choice to make,
You chose to throw this love away,
I could make mistakes too but I don’t,
because I love and respect you.
You say to forgive you,
I say it’s not that simple.
How many more mistakes will you make,
And how many more times will I have to forgive you?
The lines have been crossed,
Trust have gone out the window,
There is a hole in my heart that needs to be fixed,
A part of it has been broken,
And I wonder if it will ever mend.
A dream has been shattered,
Hopes went up in smokes,
Loyalty was important,
But for you it was just a joke.
The lines have been crossed,
And now where do we stand my friend?
When glass has been shattered,
It’s hard to put the pieces back together,
No matter how you try to mend it,
It will never be the same again.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton

Short Story by Marva Seaton

Abandoned but Not Defeated

`     I remember quite clearly just like it was yesterday, the day my world fell apart.  I suppose now looking back I should have seen it coming.  I had heard the rumors and I had seen the signs but yet somehow I would not let myself believe that Robert would  do me wrong.  We had four children together, the youngest being only four months old at the time.  What man, I told myself, would walk out on his family especially with a young child just added to the family.  I was wrong.

Robert had started going to church very regular.  He never once asked me to accompany him, but I did not think much of it. Then the rumors started flying around that he was involved with one of his church sisters.  I chose to ignore the rumors.  I wanted to believe that his reason for going to church was to give thanks to God and nothing more.  Until he actually told me he was leaving me, I never believed any of the stories I heard.  I was in denial.

It was a weekend I will always remember.  It was Saturday and I was getting ready to take the children to my mom‘s place for a long overdue visit when Robert came into our bedroom.  He had gotten up early and was ready to leave for church.  He came towards me and I could tell that he had something on his mind.

“When will you be back?” he asked.

“Late Sunday evening,” I said.

“I won’t be here when you get back,” he said.

I nodded not quite understanding what he was trying to tell me.

“Are you going out somewhere?” I asked.

“No,” he said.  “I am just not going to be here anymore.”

For a split second my heart stopped.  I looked in his eyes and my worst fears were confirmed, he was leaving me!

I felt as if I had been punched in the gut and yet I managed to keep my voice steady and controlled as I said to him, “Would you mind explaining to me what this is all about?”

“I have met someone,” he said.  “I am going to marry her.”

I looked at him this man who was my childhood sweet heart.  I remember how much I had defied my parents to be with him.  I remember how warm and passionate he had been back them.  Now there was no warmth in his eyes.  He was so calm about it to the point of coldness.

Tears threatened.  He was surgically dissecting me.  The knife was plunged into my heart but I knew I should not crumble.  It hurt like hell but I swore I wouldn’t let him see me cry, not over him.

If Robert found it so easy to walk out on us I was not going to beg him to stay.  If the life we had meant nothing then he could go.  He took my virginity at fifteen.  I bore him our first child at eighteen.  We were together for fifteen years.  I was apparently good enough for sex, good enough to give him children but not good enough to marry.

“Well best of luck,” I said.

He looked at me kind of weird.  This was definitely not the response he was expecting.  Truthfully I didn’t quite know what I was saying.  I was feeling all numb inside.  The man I had given fifteen years of my life to, was leaving me, not just me, he was abandoning our children.

I wanted to ask him why but then I thought whatever his answer was, it wasn’t going to ease my pain.

“You need to tell the children, ” I said.

He nodded and walked out of the room.

The baby started crying, I picked him out and rocked him against my chest.  I wanted to cry too, but I knew I couldn’t.  I had to be strong.

I don’t know what he said to the children because shortly afterwards my two girls ten year-old Natasha and nine year-old Melissa came to me crying.

“Is it true?” they both asked.  “Is daddy really leaving?

I nodded, I couldn’t speak.  I just wanted to hold them close and tell them everything was going to be okay.

Robert Junior came into the room. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at me as I stood there trying to keep a brave face as I reassured the girls that we were going to be fine.  He came and put his arms around me.

“You are going to be okay mom,” he said.  “We are going to get through this.”

I was surprised yet proud of the mature manner in which he was handling his father’s announcement that he was leaving.  I hugged my son.

“Yes we are going to be okay,” I told him with more conviction than I felt.

That morning all I had was my pride, my stubborn pride that would not let me cry or beg him not to go.  I did not cry in front of the children either.  I did not cry until I got to my mom‘s place and was alone with her in her room.

My mother was furious when I told her that Robert was leaving me to get married.  At first she thought I was joking and then she said “Are you sure he is not on drugs?”

I guess she thought he was not in his right mind.  But then I told her about the rumors and about the woman he was leaving me for.

She went all thoughtful and silent. Finally she said, “You know what if he wants to walk out on his family there isn’t much you can do, just make sure that he takes care of his children.  He is an ass and maybe someday he will realize how much of an ass he is.  You are just thirty, you are still young and you still have your life ahead of you.”

I knew that my mom was right.  My life wasn’t over.  Another thing that gave me comfort was the fact that although I am not a conceited person I felt I looked a hell of a lot better than the woman he was leaving me for.

He married he like he said he would and I won’t lie to you it hurt like crazy.  For weeks it was the talk of the town.  Every time I went out with the children I could feel stares directed our way.  People had conversations with each other about what had happened. A lot of people in my neighborhood were very sympathetic towards me but I did not want pity, I wanted revenge.  I wanted to get back at him.  I wanted to make him hurt in the same way he had hurt me.

After a while the need for revenge faded to be replaced by a burning desire to show him what a fool he was for walking out on the best thing he had ever had in his life, me and his children.  I wanted to show him that I was more than just a body designed to bear children.  I needed to show him that I could be anything I wanted to be.

I had always been interested in nursing and when I applied to and was accepted by a renowned nursing school, I knew I was on the way to make my dream of  being a registered nurse become a reality.  My mom was by my side every step of the way, assisting me with the children.  With her help and my part time job I buckled my belt and tried to mane ends meet.

During this period Robert hardly saw the children.  I received money from him once in a while, usually when I was too broke to provide for them and called him to let him know his children had nothing to eat.  Most times if I didn’t call I wouldn’t get anything.  He was too busy providing for his new wife and her two children who weren’t his.

My burning desire to have a profession that would at least give me some financial independence was the fuel which propelled me to work hard at achieving my goal.  I knew no matter how rough it got I would not quit.

Three years went by quicker than I had anticipated.  On my graduation day I cried, but this time it was tears of joy.  I was proud of my accomplishment.

A few months later I was working on the surgical ward of the local hospital when a patient who had been involved in a serious motor vehicle accident earlier that morning, after under going surgery was admitted to the ward.  I had heard about the three car collision when I came on duty that evening but my shift was busy and I had not gotten around to find out who the victims were.

When the porter wheeled the patient in I momentarily went into a state of shock as I came face to face with the man who had walked out of my life four years before.  Robert, my children’s father was one of the victims of that morning’s accident and he had lost both legs.  All the anger and hate that I had in my heart for him for the way he had treated me and his children melted away.  I looked at him and all I felt was pity.

His wife was there beside him and I could see she had been crying.  Her eyes were red and puffy and even as he was being wheeled in she was wiping tears from her eyes.  But when she came face to face with me she tried to put on a brave face.

I had nerves of steel that evening.  I kept my professional cool, treated him just like I would any other patient.  After the porter helped me get him into bed I adjusted his pillows, made sure he was comfortable and asked if there was anything he needed.  I kept my emotions in check while making a mental note that I would probably have to make the children come and visit him.

There was an awkward silence between us.  It was as if those fifteen years  we had spent together never happened.  Under normal circumstances I suppose I would be telling him I was sorry about him losing his legs, but this was not normal circumstances. This was the man who had abandoned me and my children and here was the woman who had allowed him to do so.

I knew he was still highly sedated and I wondered how he was going to deal with the fact that he had lost his legs when he was more alert and conscious of his situation.  I knew how much he took pride in his appearance and how he used to work out to maintain his fine physique.

I turned and looked at her.  I couldn’t help it.  I just looked, I didn’t say anything but something in my expression must have told her what I was thinking because she turned to me and said.

“I’m sorry we didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s okay,” I said.

I raised my left hand to display my flashy engagement ring sparkling with diamonds and I sore I saw him wince when he saw the ring on my finger.  Life has a way of turning out just the way it was meant to be I thought.  Who could have told me I would have met someone as wonderful as Stephen.  Who could have told me a man would declare his undying love for a woman who already had four kids, but he had.

When I met him two years ago I was afraid to let my heart believe that I could love again. I did not believe it was possible for me to care for anyone again but Stephen made a believer out of me.  I thought I would have scared him off when I told him I had four children, but if anything the hurt I had been through made him want to protect and care for me even more.  Four years ago I did not dream of getting married much less becoming a doctor’s wife.  But a month ago he proposed and it was as if my wildest dream had come true.

“It’s okay,” I said once more.  “Life had a way of turning out exactly how it was meant to be.”

I knew in the present circumstances my words might have sounded somewhat unkind, but it was the truth.  It was exactly how I felt.  Sometimes the truth hurts but that’s just the way it is.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton

Indecision

The years have passed by slowly but time has done little
to diminish the love she feels for him, undeserving though he is.
Unattended, gasping for water like a runner on a hot summer’s day,
So is her love, desperate for some attention from him.
Like a plant in the desert doing what it will to survive,
So is her love, weathering the storms, refusing to die.
Her heart had spoken, it said he was the one,
So she holds on to this dream refusing to believe,
that maybe her heart was wrong.

Her head tells her to give up and she is torn between the two,
Should she listen to what her heart is saying?
Or should her listen to her head?
Some higher force that she does not understand tells her,
that her heart is right.
Yet a little doubt persists and a small voice that she
cannot ignore whispers “What if your heart is wrong?”
She is left in a state of indecision, She has to choose
between the two.
Should she take the chance, go with her heart and pray her
head was wrong?
But what if she chooses and then finds out her head
was right all along?
The currents of love has caught her and left her stuck
on the boulder of indecision.

( C ) 2013 Marva Seaton