I Miss You

I count every minute of every single day
Time seems to have stood still since you went away,
I miss your smile, I miss your laughter,
I miss your gentle touch,
I miss making love with you,
Honey I miss you oh so much.
We talk on the phone but it’s not the same,
At night in my dreams I whisper your name,
I can’t wait till you are back home,
Here safe in my arms,
Until then I pray that God will protect you,
And keep you from all harm.

(C)Marva Seaton 2013

Media Sending Wrong Messages to Young Girls

We are living in an era where the media give more attention to things that are negative rather than issues that will have positive influences on our young girls.  

Many young girls work hard at bettering their lives.  Some have worked and put themselves through colleges and universities and excel at what they do.  Are they given and recognition for their achievements?  Very few are.  After all what is interesting about getting a degree?  What is juicy about having a reputable profession?  That is not good enough to make the headlines.  It is not important to put out there so that other young girls can have hope and the understanding that if they too work hard they can achieve great things and have a successful and meaningful career.

On the other hand a girl can make a pornographic video and rise to fame.  She exposes her body for the world to see and for this she is rewarded.  She is made to feel like a celebrity.  She might even get her own reality TV show in recognition of her great achievement.  What a world we are living in.  She strips her self and perform sexual acts for the world to see,  the world loves it and she rises to fame and stardom.

The media is so hypocritical.  Kristin Stewart kissed another man and the media went after her like scavengers in pursuit of dead meat.  It was just one stupid kiss, one momentarily lapse in judgement and it was as if she had committed the ultimate crime.  Would it have been more acceptable if she had made a porn video?

We are sending the wrong messages to our young girls and then we have the nerve to turn around and criticize them when they try to follow the example of the ones we idolize and make stars.  The stories of great achievements by our young women will rarely be heard, but the porn stars will make the headlines every-time.

To all the good girls out there do not be discouraged.  Continue to do greatness even if it is not recognized.  Live your lives in such a manner that your children will be proud to call you mom and see you as their role models.  Continue to live exemplary lives and be proud of who you are.

 

Kim and Kanye’s Baby Name

Kim Kardashian and Kanye West are two people who love publicity, well Kim a little more than Kanye.  She loves being the center of attention.  It is therefore not surprising than in naming their baby they would give the child a name that draws more attention to them the parents rather than the child.  They had to choose a name that would create a stir and draw media attention.  Beyonce and Jay-Z got a lot of attention when they came up with the name Blue Ivy for their baby and of course Kim and Kanye had to out do them.  What better name to do this than North West?  I suppose they can give themselves a pat on the back for all the media attention the name has gotten then.  Yea, yea, guys you did it again!!    You are the center of attention and the talk of the town.  I think this child is going to grow up to hate geography, especially when the kids start teasing her at school!

 

The Clock of Life

The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

to tell just when the hands will stop

At late or early hour.

Now is the only time you own

Live…Love…Toil, with a will.

Place no faith in Tomorrow,

The clock may then be still.

The Lovely Month of June {Nora M Bozeman}

Summer came to visit me
In the merry month of June;
She brought her warm and winsome days
And at night she lit up the moon.

Summer came to visit me,
Adorned in her Sunday best;
She wore a hat of sapphire blue
And her gown was daisy-dressed.

Summer came to visit me
And spread sunshine everywhere.
Emerald shoes were on her feet,
Spun-gold was in her hair.

Summer came to visit me,
Sweet songbirds trilled a tune;
And it’s all because God fashioned this –
The lovely month of June.

Honor Killing on American Soil

When people migrate they leave their countries behind but often times they take their culture and traditions with them.  They aggressively try to enforce their beliefs and continue to live by the traditions that they are accustomed to even it is not in keeping with what others would consider to be normal behavior.
The idea of Honor Killing is deeply embedded in certain societies and family honor is more important than life itself.  In most instances there is a gross misrepresentation of the word ‘Honor’.  Usually it is the woman in the family who has to sacrifice her happiness to uphold the family honor.
Let us look at the following scenario:  A girl is forced to marry a man almost twice her age.  He beats her, sexually abuse and tortures her.  Yet if she leaves her abusive husband it will be looked upon as bringing disgrace on the family by  people who are obsessed with maintaining family honor.  She is therefore expected to live a life of misery and suffer silently because her family believes this is the honorable thing to do.
Families will go to the extreme to maintain their family honor.  It is therefore not surprising that on October 20, 2009 Faleh Hassan Almaleki  a native of Iraq living in Glendale Arizona mowed down his twenty year-old daughter Noor Almaleki in what was  considered a honor attack.  Noor died as a result of the injuries she sustained.
Her crime?  Her father felt she had become “too westernized”; he was also angry that she had left the man she married in Iraq and returned to Arizona to live with her boyfriend and his mother.  Faleh felt his daughter had brought disgrace on the family and took matters in his own hands.  He became judge, jury and executioner.  The punishment for her transgressions was death and he executed her punishment by running her over in his Jeep Cherokee.  Her boyfriend’s mother also suffered injuries in the attack.
After the attack he fled the country, driving to Mexico and taking a plane to London.  He was detained by British Police and extradited back to the US.  In February 2011 a Phoenix jury found him guilty of second degree murder in the death of his daughter.  He was also convicted of aggravated assault for injuries suffered by the mother of his daughter’s boyfriend in the 2009 attack.
For those who continue to practice this monstrous act I hope the day will come when they will realize that they are the one bringing disgrace on the family.  In a normal society family member don’t go around killing each other.  Even animals form packs to defend and protect their kind.  There is nothing honorable about being a murderer! There is nothing honorable about taking the life of someone especially the people around you whom you should love and protect.       It is the murderer in the family who should be seen as bringing disgrace on the family.

 

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!