Kids4Kids

A song here and a dance there
we sweated for what we believed in
the strifes we bore and the losses endured
never forgotten

The late night bonding
and pleasant banters
after a sweaty afternoon
the cause was never forgotten

we travelled far and wide
singing the songs we loved
in our hearts we grieved
but celebrated the living

Some of us fine
some of us not
but Kids 4 Kids was our motto
for no child
should ever be forgotten

For each painful scream
we danced for help
each moment of loneliness
we played for toys
For each uncertain future
we campaigned for sponsors
for despite the distance
we never forgot them

A baby
a child
a teenager
a woman

what do you do when u all grown up
and you cannot be a kid no more
we walk hand in hand
still inspiring one another
Princes 4 Princes
and
Queens 4 Queens

Power of Faith

Some call it magical thinking but for simplicity we are going to call it faith. There is nothing complex about faith.
Like everything worthwhile, faith is a concept that improves with practise.
Rhonda Byrne in her book 'The Secret' presents faith based on the law of attraction. It is a force that allows you to live your life exactly the way you choose, like painting your perfect picture and the more you believe the more you attract what you wish for from the universe.

Similarly the bible in Hebrews states " faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen"(Heb.11:1) but also emphasises that faith without works is dead.
For a lot of women we are often discouraged because of experiences be it in family friendship or love. Love is notorious for destroying the trust element that is essential to achieving faith. We pray and ask God for a good man who will treat us well but when we go through heartache and pain we forget that we have to go through this pain to discover the real love that we are believing God for.

We close our hearts to love when in actual fact it is just beginning. But hold steadfast to your dream, you do not have to fear ending up divorced like all the women in your family or a victim of domestic violence like your sister instead focus on believing that your life will be different. So he broke your heart, give yourself a break and appreciate that he just showed you another type of love you do not deserve. Let the pain go. Do not nurture it. With practise the more you believe and trust that it will be, the more you open doors for the awesome happiness you trust God for and in turn you will attract only people that fit in with that vision
The mind has a beautiful tremendous power. Use it for as a man thinks in his heart..so is he.

Always Queen Africa

Please yourself before you please others

A lot of the time we care too much what people think of us. We pay attention to our fashion, the songs we listen to, churches we attend and sometimes even the way we speak and think.

These are all mechanisms to either get someone to notice us or accept us or be worthy of their time and praise. We even go as far as compromising ourselves in friendships and relationships.

Firstly, you are just as important as the other person or people. Accept yourself first and focus on who you are and where you are going. Do you like corduroys rather than hipsters? Well wear them because the smile that emanates from you when you are being yourself cannot be compared to the cheap imitation you try to employ.

Secondly, people can only accept the real you. The mask even on a psychopath eventually crumbles. I remember someone tell me “hey Nana you are putting on weight. Anymore weight and we won’t be friends”. Weight does not reduce your personality. I decided I was not willing to keep this up this charade and even though it hurt it was important and necessary for me to remove said ‘friend’ from my life because my happiness tops all else.

Thirdly you can only be worth being around if you love your own company. If you can’t stand yourself you cannot expect others to stand you.

Last but not least if your true colours are not good enough for others but make you happy then those people are not worthy of your time or effort. You have only one life. Enjoy it by being the real vibrant lovely person you were created to be.

The Scary Sound of silence

Have you heard the sound of silence?
or lived in its noisy corner
as it pushes you further
into a silent death

Have you heard the clanking bells
of the invisible chains
that make you swear you going crazy
because only you can hear it

Have you heard silence
disguised by the hateful look
that utters not a word
yet drys all water in you

The silence that with a bang can
cause you to be frantic
like an addict in withdrawal

to shine courageously
only to be silenced again
in prisoned in a chamber of thoughts
with the silence your only fix

Be your own cheer leader

There is no doubt everyone wants to be applauded in some way. Told they are doing a fine job or motivated to go after after what they have always dreamt of.
I personally remember as a child I was called 'miss think a lot'. As the only girl in my family adored by my mother and daddys golden child, I was used to being the best, being told I was beautiful and constantly reminded by my father that no little girl came close. It gave me the confidence to go after everything that I wanted but it was also a drug. Addictive in everyway.

My adoption brought new responsibilities placing me in the field of the go getter, the big sister and the one to set an example. In my 'think a lot moments' I discovered a void I could not fill or understand. My biggest cheerleader was far away oceans apart from me causing me to withdraw from the world around me.

But when life is cruel it is kind too. In wanting to be a good example, when the going got tough I forced myself to get up fix up and propel myself forward. I challenged myself and chose to remind myself it was me against the world. All my dreams were up to me. All my hapiness was up to me. If someone could believe in me like my father, how much more could I believe in myself. the more I convinced myself I was good enough, the more the world agreed with me. Be your own cheerleader and turn others into believers.

chasing a ghost part 2

I write because it liberates me
I write because it makes me realise my dream is possible

The page patiently listens
as the years pour out
and the future unfolds

Each dream I print
is not objected by opinions
or discouraged as ludicrous
nor my ability challenged

It is merely me in control
like a child painting
feels like Picasso
I fly and welcome my freedom

I write because it liberates me
and tells me I can be what I want to be
in the moment pen meets paper
the only hindrance is the spell check
but even that I can control
by simply adding to the dictionary

I create my world
and the next day I believe it more
the more I write
the more my world unfolds into a beautiful creation
that's no longer a ghost

Chasing a ghost part 1

Time spent chasing a ghost of another
wondering what answers it may have for me
was it something I could control
Or will my control never be ordained

Time spent chasing the ghost of my therapist
Revisit your childhood she says
claims that she understand my pain and
of course the answers I seek
ask Sigmund Fraud she says
but he never knew me

Time spent  chasing a ghost wondering why
after all this work I ask who am I?
will I ever amount to anything
or is this as good as it gets?

well the leaves are changing
and the snow freezes over
spring brings life
with the bright promise of summer
but my ghost hangs over