Phillys Wilson

The Feast of All Souls.

2009-11-07T09:13:00.003-04:00

All Souls Day!!!!!(Fete le morts)( Feast of all souls) (Fet lay mor-E-Zee-Creole)

"Today, as well all know, it's the Feast of all Saints", said the priest, at the beginning of mass..reminding me of the day I once feared. And now i got flashes of what usually happened when I was a child, the day that followed this day was called" All souls day or the feast of all souls.

Up to this day I've asked myself why were we told such weird stories.

When I was a Kid, I dreaded this day (All Souls Day!!) well, according to our parents, this was the day that all the people who have died would come back into the homes of their family to have supper (a feast), how scary this one was for me, a child, could you imagine telling a child that dead people are coming for supper tonight?

Mon Dieu! Come first of November mwen zhaka twamblay, on the 2 of November during the day
mwen ka pwen cheer(tje), ok there was this little lamp that my mum used to make called a "Lampion as long as I saw that damn thing, I was frightened to death, first she made two sticks into a cross, and tied them with some kind of thread, at each end she would place a piece of cork taken from a wine bottle or some other bottle, she would get a bottle jar of some sort, pour a large amount of oil into it, sit the cross on the oil to float and light the end of the rope in the middle of the cross, and put it into her bedroom, it looked like a candle to me, but I dreaded even the sight of this thing.

I couldn't stand that day, I wanted it to come and just go! Go! go! but in my imagination, I couldn't bring myself to understand how the hell would dead people be coming home for supper. So I prepared for the day I dreaded.

Before the night came, I would go to my fathers house to ask him if he needed me to go to the shop, because I knew I didn't want to go to his home at anytime during the night, in case I bounce up with his dead wife going to his house for supper, I asked my uncle if he needed cigarettes, I did all I thought people would ask me to as early as possible so I wouldn't be out going on errands during the evening, much less the night. I knew that my elder siblings knew that I was afraid, because they would send me into the rooms to get stuff for them
deliberately, I would dash into the room in a flash and dash out and say that I didn't get whatever the sent me for, they would ask me to go again. Ou Kweer say moonanh tay oblizhay feer mwen sa.

When ever I got a chance I would go back to my thinking,"How can the dead people come home? How are they going to arrive? Are there wheels on their coffins? Are they coming by bus? Which bus is supposed to be taking them home? Billy Bee? Success? Honesty? Morning Star? I wondered. Are they walking all the way from Mon Repos on their feet? What if they
bounce up with someone, would they stop to talk or would they put them into their coffin and bury them. Why? why? do they have to come home for supper, could they just prepare everything by the lady living near the cemetery, and have all of them get together and have supper there and quickly get back into their coffins, disappear, and never return. Why not go to the church, maybe that's the thing they called they last supper, but why do they come back every year? My imagination was going wild, with all sorts of thoughts. I wonder if anyone every saw these dead people. I wondered if my mum and siblings wasn't as scared as I was,
they didn't seem so,why were they not scared, were they telling me the truth? Oh yes they were, because this little Lampion meant
something for sure.

I went to bed early on that day, I always had a belly ach or something, I would not stay up late to see this, Me! what if the people want me to go with them, or what if they insist I get into their coffins, and when they close that coffin, how will I breath, now if my mum is crying what will they do, will they kill my mum too, will they get upset and destroy the whole world, is that how the end of the world will come? Oh boy, I wished I had answers to all of my questions. I would lay on my bedding and think of all of these things, with my eyes closed, it was hard to fall asleep, but I knew I would eventually.

There were two plates on the table, One for Tony and one for Andrew, my two dead brothers, I didn't even know them, I would have loved to see them, they died before mama had me. I wonder if they knew they had a little sister, or more so if they knew my name, what if they did?
What if I heard them calling me in the night? Fear was all over me. I just didn't know what these people was capable of doing. I had lots of questions that I wanted to ask, but didn't want to know the answers,simply because the answers that my siblings gave me scared me even more.

Ok, so on All souls night, when I woke up to pee, I wouldn't dare open my eye, I would get up slowly,trembling with fear, search for the poe with my eyes closed, if my hand bounced on something before it got to the poe, my heart would leap out of my chest, the poe search would begin again, when I found the poe, I would try my best to keep that thing quiet, I wouldn't drag
the thing under me, with my eyes closed tightly I would lift the poe, put it down on a piece of bedding, a try to pee without disturbing these dead people that may even be in the living room at the time. I would listen for the chattering of forks and plates with my eyes closed tightly. I never heard anything, maybe they had not yet arrived or they were gone already, I didn't know and I would dare open my eyes to
to even peep.

Everyone else in the house was sleeping just like a normal day. How could they sleep like that when dead people were supposed to visit. I wonder if Mama didn't want to see her children, how could she not stay up or wake up to see them, maybe she just didn't care because they were dead, No, maybe they could not talk, Oh yes that's why, they couldn't talk to her,dead people don't talk... ummm...but dead people don't walk either, dead people can't eat.....what is going on...I am getting even more confused...why did they do this to us....why were we so naive...why can't we tell our kids stories like this now...ummm would they believe us? maybe not...not today, we might get to have our fun with some, but most of them would ask many interesting questions, maybe they would laugh at us.

Today our children probably don't even know that this day exist, and they probably don't know the meaning of "The Feast of all Saints" neither "The Feast of all Souls" Was Halloween ever Old School?

Let us remember our prayers, we don't necessarily have to scare our children to death on this day, but let us educate them on what exactly these days mean....so that they can know what strong meaning the beatitudes hold in their lives and how to respect the people who have passed...Let's respect the graves of our loved ones and that of others. Stop Standing on the Tombs at the cemetery at funerals. Can we? Yes we can.

Catholic Liturgy of the Hours All-Saints Prayer

Father, All-Powerful and ever-living God,
today we rejoice in the holy men and women
of every time and place.
May their prayers bring us your forgiveness and love
We ask this in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
From Christian Prayer: Liturgy of the Hours

Lithuanian All Souls Day Prayer

Dear souls of the dead,
you are still remembered by my family;
you are most worthy of our perpetual remembrance,
especially you, my grandparents, my parents,
also our relatives, children,
and everyone whom death
took away from our home.
I invite you to this annual feast.
We pray that this feast be agreeable to you,
just like the memory of you is to us. Amen.

THE EIGHT BEATITUDES OF JESUS

"Blessed are the poor in spirit,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they who mourn,
for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek,
for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they who hunger and thirst for righteousness,
for they shall be satisfied.

Blessed are the merciful,
for they shall obtain mercy.

Blessed are the pure of heart,
for they shall see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they shall be called children of God.

Blessed are they who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness,
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
Gospel of St. Matthew 5:3-10

The beatitudes can very often go unnoticed but they are very important for those who have made the decision to follow Christ. They should guide us, point us in the right direction, teach us, and show us the values that Jesus cares about. As we read them we should be looking at whether or not we are trying to follow them.

This blog is especially for you Jade! So you can know a little of how yesterday compares to today! I love you!

Thanks to the Man who thought I am indeed a "Strong Black woman!"

2009-03-02T17:38:00.002-04:00

One reason why so many women are threatened by me, Yes!!! It's a "MAN" who thoughtI should read this e-mail, because that's exactly how he sees me! Now, don't be afraid my dear oppressors, hold on strong to the one you have because he may be the one who just passed me those sweet words, but you see, I'm not selfish, I'm still sharing it with you. Umm humm! You! Yes You!

Don't be afraid of me, I just downright beautiful, sexy, sweet, juicy, smart, jovial,weezib, and I know how to capture the hearts of many, but since no matter what I do, there'll still be people like you, I have decided to let you know, I'm not touched one bit by what you think you are doing!! There is alot more where that came from, I have always said that no one, especially You, can shut me up. I understand that ignorance can hardly be eliminated, because people like you, find time to fuel ignorance, but remember this, ignorance is limitted...you know why, because there are more people like "ME" in this world who will not let people like you think that your ugly behaviour, will be instilled into the minds of the future generation! I dare you! We need our time to ensure that there is peace and tranquility in this world, and even more so in our community.....and even if you are the number one oppressor, I know you will find yourself reading this, because I know that you are glued to me, you can't stay away from me , you see because you are so scared of me, you want to know, where I am, what I'm doing, how I'm doing, and most of all if you should be more insecure than you already are. Relax woman, men do not have time to come out here and oppress beauties like MOI, Nah...anh, anh!

Hey but listen, I know no matter where I am, I scare the living hell out of you!!! and come what may, I will be who I am!!!! I woman that you can't stay away from, a woman that, you can't resist reading what she writes and getting upset about it......or maybe, just maybe not about what I write or comment on so much, but about how you can't test me!!!!!lol.....and More so I'm SWEET....and I didn't just say so, I've been told time and time again!..lol..as a matter of fact, it's still ringing in my ears!!!

Now to my beautiful souls who have given me nothing but love and undivided attention.

I thank you for all the words of encouragement, and you know, the above is in no way directed at you. I don't even have to say that...you see because great minds think alike...no way will you think this....I appreciate the e-mails, e-cards, cheques, bank drafts,love letters, love notes, lace undies, shoes,diamonds, pearls,gold, silver etc that you all sent me.

Thanks a Million!!!!! Now read...What A Man thinks of Me....and my Girl-pals, they encourage me even more!!!!!!

Thanks JJ....it was very well recieved!!!!!!

Black Woman Cake...written by a Black Man
(It's a Great Message)

NEVER FORGET!

THERE WERE SPECIAL INGREDIENTS GOD USED IN MAKING A GOOD WOMAN.

Subject : BLACK WOMAN CAKE
I'm making a black woman cake cause I'm hungry as hell. And the sweet tooth I have only a sista can break the spell. Let me reach into my spice rack to see what I can get. To make a mix that will stick to my stomach you can bet.

2 cups of intelligence
1 cup of sugar brown
(Cause she's got to be sweet, mental, deep and sound)
Cinnamon is always good to accent the taste
A few cups of culture, so she's down for her race
(You see I won't bite into anything that's not conscious of its own, that's why I stick to chocolate and leave angel food alone)
I am adding butter cause she must be smooth
2 raisins for the dimples will also be cool
I must add eggs so she can reproduce
(Can't leave her hanging cause I like children too)
I think I'll add a little salt, to balance her out
And a dominant profile, to show she has clout
For a responsible woman, I'll throw in some yeast
(So she'll swell with juices, when I'm ready to feast)
I'll add 7 cups of courage and into the oven to bake
Turn it to 360 degrees, To balance out her mental state.

Now that it's done brothers, I won't share her wealth, but I'm sharing the recipe as I'm consuming this black woman all by myself.

Good Black Women are indeed all around us.
We pass them on the streets, in the malls, in captivity behind the walls, and in the hall at work. Most we can't see because we don't know what a good woman really looks like. She usually isn't flashy enough or rich enough to turn our heads. She might not wear a fur coat or push a Lexus. She might not have a 'body by Fisher' or a face for ' Ebony. ' But as you mature, you realize it's better to find someone who's got your back than someone who turns your head.

A Good Black Woman doesn't agree whole-heartedly with everything you say. She doesn't just tell you what you want to hear and do the opposite. She doesn't have to declare how sensitive, sweet, caring, sincere, yada, yada, yada, she is (she won't have to...because it shows). She has her own opinions, and you may clash, but she doesn't have to degrade you to prove she's right. She evens admits at times to being wrong, especially if you are willing to do the same.

A Good Black Woman is not going to meet every item on your checklist. She is human with frailties & faults mixed in with all of her wonderful, sensual attributes. She needs your love & respect. She needs to feel that you don't have to catch her doing something wrong so you can declare 'Aha I knew all along'

A Good Black Woman doesn't necessarily give you a huge Birthday or Valentine gift. She shows her love in the ways that are comfortable to her. Don't judge her by TV standards. No one is living that Fairy tale--for real.

BLACK WOMEN, we salute you, and thank you for whom you are, and all you've done.

Whitney Houston's On My Own.

2009-02-26T20:36:00.002-04:00

I'm wiser now
I'm not the foolish girl you used to know
So long ago
I'm stronger now
I've learned from my mistakes which way to go
And I should know
I put myself aside to do it your way
But now I need to do it all alone

And I am not afraid to try it on my own
I don't care if I'm right or wrong
I'll live my life the way I feel
No matter what I'll keep it real you know
Time for me to do it on my own
Yeah yeah, mmm, yeah yeah

It's over now
I can't go back to living through your eyes
Too many lines
And if you don't know by now
I can't go back to being someone else
Not anymore
I never had a chance to do things my way
So now it's time for me to take control

And I am not afraid to try it on my own
I don't care if I'm right or wrong
I'll live my life the way I feel
No matter what I'm gonna keep it real you know
Time for me to do it

Oh I start again go back to one
I'm running things in my way
Can't stop me now, I've just begun
Don't even think about it
There ain't no way about it
I'm taking names, the ones of mine
Yes I'm gonna take my turn
It's time for me to finally stand alone, stand alone

I am not afraid to try it on my own
And I don't care if I'm right or wrong
I'll live my life the way I feel
No matter what I'm gonna keep it real you know
It's time for me to do it
See I'm not afraid

Letters from Prince's and Princesses.

2009-02-10T10:15:00.003-04:00

If you have been a victim of any sort of abuse and would like to write about it to alert others. You are free to do so on my blog. You can remain anonymous. You don't have to mention names, just address your letter to your abuser, remind him/her of what she/he did to you, and let everyone know how you feel presently and how it has affected you and if you have made any progress
since, and what if any did you do to get out of the darkness. You may begin like this:

Dear abuser,
You and continue using YOU to refer to him/her.

Cleaning House for 2009.

2009-01-03T12:47:00.001-04:00

CLEANING HOUSE FOR 2009

Last Week I threw out worrying , it was getting old and in the way.

It kept me from being me; I couldn't do things God's way.

I threw out a book on MY PAST (Didn't have time to read it anyway).

Replaced it with NEW GOALS , started reading it today.

I threw out hate and bad memories , (Remember how I treasured them so)?

Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago.

Brought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL , and I MUST .

Threw out I MIGHT, I THINK and I ought . WOW , you should've seen the dust.

I ran across an OLD FRIEND , I hadn't talked to in a while.

His name is GOD the Father , and I really like His style.

He helped me to do some cleaning and added some things Himself .

Like PRAYER, HOPE, FAITH and LOVE ,
Yes... I placed them right on the shelf.

I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door.

I FOUND IT - its called PEACE . Nothing gets me down anymore.

Yes, I've got my house looking nice. Looks good around the place.

For things like Worry and Trouble there just isn't any space.

It's good to do a little house cleaning,

Get rid of the things on the shelf.

It sure makes things brighter; maybe you should TRY IT YOURSELF.
BE BLESSED AND BE A BLESSING TO SOMEONE ELSE!!!!

May the Lord open the windows of heaven and pour you out a blessing that
you will not have room enough to receive it all. Malachi 3:10.

May the Lord bless you exceedingly abundantly above all you could ever
hope for. Philippians 4:19.

Add maps and directions to your party Show them the way!

Fallacies of Foreign Lands

2008-11-27T14:06:00.002-04:00

So hear that eh... I grew up knowing that I have brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts etc... in some foreign countries. My first impression was ' uh huh, if they are in other countries, they must be so happy and contented with life, They must be rich too enh.' My ignorance.

There were relatives that I did know, because they left for some other country before I was even born and never came back home...don't ask me why....I couldn't answer that at the time...some others visited very often, like every Christmas.

I didn't understand at first, I always wondered why some of my nieces, nephews, cousins etc.... had to be raised by other family members while their parents were in a foreign country, where there's everything you could possibly need. My ignorance again!

Well I didn't continue trying to understand enh, I just was looking forward to their visits in December, thinking of all the good stuff they brought home....candies, clothing, toys etc....

I never forgot how nice my uncles and aunts smelled when they arrived home...I wished I was smelling so sweet...I had to find myself in a foreign country someday to smell so sweet....Well at that time that's what I thought enh...that you could only smell sweet when you lived overseas...I didn't know it was hard for us at home to be able to purchase a nice purfume or body splash....

We mostly had one called 'Body Mist'... it would last for two seconds after it was applied to your body...and the remainder of the day...ooooppss.... excuse me!

I thought life for people overseas was like a bed of roses....that everything was cheap, that everyone was so happy and contented with life....and that everyone had great jobs, that paid a fortune...

I thought well..I have to find myself overseas one day enh....umm huumm...I want to have alot of nice things, I want to smell nice, I want to have alot of money, I want to have a good job and all the good life I thought that one is bound to have in a foreign country.

When I was better able to understand, while in high school, we had a discussion on migration, it's then that I understood why people had to leave their families...

This story caught my attention...the story of people leaving their families to go and cut sugarcane in another country, in order to be better able to take care of their families, and upon arriving, they realized that life was more than what they knew at home, as a matter of fact the pay was excellent for them, they ate well, theY got themselves some new relationships....Oh well, they decided not to return home.( MAWONH)

Most of the people who left home then were men....they got themselves some white woman, went on their merry way, and forgot about their families at home...
some of the more fortunate women, were treated well by their loved ones, they saved enough for their wives to join them.
Others were not so fortunate and was left at home to struggle with huge families at that time.

Some of the women at home left their families to meet an unknown man overseas at very young ages...
They were to travel for days on this ship that would finally deliver them into the arms of this unknown man, whom they had to automatically fall in love with and marry.

'Ummm huumm' I thought, 'Not me, I don't want to do this, I want to have a family and always be there for them....Through thick and thin.. as a matter of fact I will never leave my family!'.... I was so wrong...wrong! wrong! wrong!

Well it has not changed one bit, people were leaving St.Lucia for a better life overseas before I was born, and as you read this people are leaving St. Lucia for the same reasons..

But you see the better part is My story...

I said I wasn't going to let this happen to me, that I would always be there for my family...I was dreaming...maybe mostly because I didn't even have a family yet, and didn't know when I would at the time, and didn't know what responsibility was too. Well..huum.

I had to run like a mule to escape the economic blow that was ahead of me, when i did have my family and I was responsible for my home.

Now that I am in the same boat with the immigrants before me, I realize that it's definately not the bed of roses that I thought it was.
It's 'She works hard for the money!' It's so much more than just living life and loving it.

Living in a foreign country, away from your loved ones....doesn't always mean you are happy, that you won't be broke, that your rent is paid on time, that you don't go a day without food, that you can stay at a relatives house without paying for rent and food,(awa),that you can stay in your mama's house until you are 40-50 years old and have any number of kids in the house, and they too can start their families while living under the same roof...Sa pa vway! No way...18 years you're already on your own hunny! Goodbye...so long...dayday...ahlay bye!,that you can shout out your neighbour when you run short of oil, sugar, or a little bit of shampoo and conditioner as many times as possible and she'll give it to you all the time.

Life overseas...Huum..Something we all did to make life better for our families but something we have done with prayers and strong willpower.

Now before I close this part of my story, I would like to use this line I remembered from almost every letter that was sent home back in the days, from our loved ones, but I'd like to address this Letter to my country St. Lucia.

' I am writing this letter to let you know......' remember this line....Never forgot this line.

Our lovely island in the sun;
We are so sorry we had to run;
We pray each day that you believe;
The reason why we had to leave;
With teary eyes and empty hands;
And our heads so filled with plans;
St.Lucia how we long to come home to give;
Everything that we've achieved;
It breaks our hearts to have to stay;
But we love you every day;
Oh, how we wish for one last run;
Back to our island in the sun;

Dear St.Lucia

You gave birth to many sons and daughters. We all love you dearly, but I know you must have been wondering why,
all of a sudden, we pack our bags and migrate to foreign countries, with big old tears in our eyes, leaving our loved
ones behind, with fear and sadness in their eyes. Fearing that we may never get to see each other again.

We leave our children with unanswered questions. Small questions like ' Why mummy! Why Daddy! Why do you have to go?'
'Why can't we come too?' These small questions are so hard for us to answer, it tears our heart ot have to tell our children
that we can't afford to take care of them financially if we should stay in our country. We feel so guilty leaving them behind
knowing fully well that life for them can never be the same without us.

St. Lucia we are forced out of your stomach to migrate to foreign countries to seek a better life. Most of the times we do not even know what fate awaits us on the other end, but we are prepared to do anything to make life better for our families.

We are aware St.Lucia that you gave birth to brilliant minds, powerful children, capable of becoming outstanding leaders in
society. Most of your siblings have remarkable skills and so much more to offer but your high rate of unemployment and
inadequate wages sends your children running in all directions, looking for a safe haven.

As we seperate from our families, this has caused so many social problems in their lives. Our children are left behind with relatives,
while we struggle to make ends meet, they have many questions, we can't answer, they have report books that we can't sign,
they have parent teachers meetings, that we can't attend, they have games that we can't see, the have graduations that we sometimes can't even be at, funerals that we can't attend and so many more. We feel guilty, so very guilty, that we can never ever replace those years that we have missed out in the lives of our family and relatives.

Sadly we are away from our families, they on the other hand do not know what we have to go through to send a dollar home
because we keep our mouths shut while we go through the abuse, discrimination, and oppression that still exist in full force.
With tears in our eyes and God on our side, we go through each day.
We pray every day because we told our family that no matter what we had to do we would do it to take care of them.
Your children are very strong St.Lucia, they know how to fight the fight and win the battle. Your children fear God and they are filled with faith.

Everyone of us would love to be in your arms again, we would love to give you back what you gave to us. Unfortunately coming
back home is like moving a mountain to us, knowing fully well that we are a bit too much for you to handle economically.

St.Lucia you are blessed: with your own gentle warmth, with kind-hearted, warm and friendly, God fearing ,hard working people, with intelligent and creative minds to name a few.
Your rich cultural heritage, your magnificent rain forest are just a few of the things that makes you beautiful!

St. Lucia while we are away we have achieved so much, and we would like to come home to share our knowledge with our country and community, we pray for you every day and we do hope that one day we will come home to the paradise we long for.

ST. LUCIA WE PRAY: for our brothers and sisters who have turned to the streets, where a life of crime, prostutition and ponography greets them with open arms;

for our children, who become emotionally depressed trying to find some sort of employment after graduating from colleges and universities;

for the mentally and physically disabled persons who recieve only a small amount of $60.00 per person a so called assistance fund from our government;

for our senior citizens who suffer and die because they are unable to pay for a medical visit or medication;

for the single parents who have to leave the families behind while trying to make a living for them in another country;

for the parents who have left their families behind and have never returned because it didn't work out the way they thought it would and now they're filled with shame and grief;

that poverty be completely eliminated in our country;

for our teachers who have to deal with a class full of pupils every day, each different in their own unique way;

for our men and women in uniform, that they be given all due respect;

and finally we pray for the Government, that they may once and for all share ideas together and stand together as one body to deal with the problems that you (our country) are now facing, and give you back that Simply Beautiful smile that was once yours. We ask this in Jesus' name. Lord hear us.

We pray now for ourselves: that we may never burn the bridges that we crossed;
that we look out for each other the best way possible;
and that we bring home to our island more love, richness, intelligence, smartness,blessings and much more
when we finally make it back home, because;

St.Lucia we are all taking advantage of the opportunities we have while we are away, we are looking forward to serving our country
and our community in the furure, We are capable of doing fine at home we just need the finances and resources.

We are longing to come home, we long to reunite with our families...

We may sail on many a seas, your shores will always be home to us...

Your loving daughter,
Phillys Wilson

Introduction

2008-10-30T13:45:00.002-04:00

Hello everyone, I am Phillys Wilson from the Mon-Repos community.

The daughter of Anita Wilson and Welson Charlery of Patience, Mon-Repos.

I am the mother of three beautiful children. Jeraine Gustave in Miami,

Darre and Jade Wilson of Patience Mon Repos. My purpose for blogging

is to express my feelings towards my surroundings, to share knowledge and

experiences with others and to see if together we can make a change to the

environment, community, country and the conditions we are living in presently.

I think if we share positive ideas, and apply ourselves, together we can build

a better community and Country.

Thank You!

2008-10-28T23:39:00.002-04:00

To everyone who encouraged me, to keep on expressing my inner feelings. I would like to say thank you.

You have been a tremendous inspiration to me. Thanks for all of the entries on my stories, the positive ones

I embraced, the negative ones made me even want to have more to talk about, so in a sense, they

will make me even better. You know, I don't expect everyone to agree with me , like me, or like what I write.

They crucified Christ. Who am I? If I can change just one small thing with what I do here, I'm fully contented.

I am determined to make changes both in my life and in the lives of others if given a chance, and no matter how

small the change is, it perfectly fine, because I know if one person changes his or her attitude because of one thing

that I wrote or said, her or she will help another individual make that change too. So it doesn't start and stop with me,

it starts with all of us, we don't stop, we don't give up, we keep on doing what we love doing, and if it's not hurting

anyone.....Hey! Sing your song sweet music man!

Women, Verses, For or Against Women!

2008-10-28T19:52:00.002-04:00

Sometime ago there were some unpleasant comments directed at me on this site, I recieved many e-mails from persons
asking me to either ignore the people doing it, in some mails people ask me how was I able to continue?,
if they were in my place, they would have stopped commenting on the site.

Well we all have different opinions, and for me, I am not one that lets negetavity destroy me, if I allowed this
I would not have been where I am today.

How did I do it? I applied the secret. I am determined not to let anyone do
or say anything to or about me to get to my beautiful soul. I have not time for negativity in my being.

Now apparently some people have a problem with my simple english, which is my unique way of getting my story out, I am not expecting everyone who reads my story to pull a dictionary to understand me here. Simple english has not died, it worked before, it should be able to work now.

This is why I have chossen to write about how we women treat each other, which is something that I have seen grow within our community, and something that, if not addressed will become a serious problem in society.

Now I will take the time to address 'Women' all of us, myself included. I know it was a woman or some women who were directing those remarks at me on the site. Men do not have time for such, or should I say, not many. For the record men have the time to love me, they'll send me a nice personal e-mail instead! Thanks Men!

Ladies, we all fit in one class (Women)
We may look, think, speak, act, do things, or even appear differently, but the truth is we are all the same. It's high time we stop
trying to destroy eachother, we are better than this, we have better things in stock for ourselves, we know better than that.

Growing up in the community, we watched our mothers, grand mothers, aunts, sisters, sister-in laws etc, go through the same
struggles that we are all going through these days. Somehow, we turn round and try to fight down or destroy eachother the
best way we know how to. Why do we feel the need to shame eachother, why do we feel the need to destroy eachothers
reputation.

We all relate to eachother in one way or the other, mostly all of us have been through the same struggles, some of us may be a little more fortunate than the other but nonetheless the ones who are, must know another woman who has seen the struggles.

For some reason or the other we feel big in our skins, when we say something we know will bring shame to another woman or hurt
her feelings. What then, if anything, do we achieve. Too many times we try to use our tongues to hurt a sister. If we want to make a change in society, why don't we begin with ourselves?

We have to begin from somewhere, let's begin with the (Moi) let us quit slapping each other with mistakes or bad judgements from their past lives, let bygones be bygones, if a sister is trying to make a change to her life, we feel the need to confront her with what ever dirt that we think we know, what do we achieve from doing this?

Why don't we improve, conduct, discipline, ourselves and live a legacy of decent ladylike behaviour for the younger ones who will replace us in society, what are we expecting for our children and grand children, more ignorance or a future of hope. Stop accusing, quit finding faults, with the other women amoung us.

Much has not changed, we still have far to go, we all know that we do. I look at us today, we do the same things we have been doing all our lives on a daily basis. Mind you this is what our ancestors did as well.

Women get up to the same old routines everyday, we carry the family burdens on our backs like a heavy load that we can't put down, we are in charge of everything that's goes on in our household, we make sure, that our future and the future of our families are safe, or at least going to be, we are still the old maids we have been years ago, it's like our place is only the home and the woman of the house, it's like it's only the women that's the parent, it's like it's only the women who know how to attend a parent teachers meeting, it's like you mother this and you mother that, it like we don't all know what we keep getting it all the time.

We know our own struggles, and that of other women like us, with relationships, families, economy, religion, children, education, and so on and we have seen the struggles of others, so let's shut our mouths about each other and try our best to support each other , the best way possible. For if it's one thing a woman knows it's the pain of another woman, she may not know the extent but we all know that we have been there or at least we know someone who has.

If we are honest we all will remember sometime ago in our community, the people of Patience, La Point , Lumabrd, Malgretout and Praislin were considered second class or third I can't remember, but I'm sure most of us remember there were a set of people from our community, that was considered, 'IT' if you know what I mean.

Well those times are gone, this was done to many because there was low self esteem amoung us, we were ignorant about alot of things,
I am not saying that the other people were not ignorant too, there was more ignorance in those days within the whole community, and I must say ignorance still exsist, this is mainly the reason for our ugly behaviour, so why are we not seeing that these things don't last, they don't make us better, if any thing I think it makes very guilty and it also shows a cowardly sign.

We are all one people, we belong to one community, we used to laugh and cry with eachother, and now we want to oppress each other, we don't try to encourage our peers and the people we once knew, instead we ask 'what and whom does she think she is? She is who she is, and no two people are alike, so why don't we accept who she is and if she makes a mistake try to guide her and help her pull through.
From what I have noticed happening on this site, we thrive on the threat of sending immigration to eachothers yard. We love the Immigration word. Like most of us migrated legally! Like most of us are legal ourselves, like others don't know where to get ourselves legal, just like they did. Some of us make it our duty to find out if this one has 'PAPERS' Everyone has 'PAPERS' you can get 'PAPERS
anywhere? You can even get documents, even in the bin, you get papers and documents, you can get whatever you want to, you just have to tell you self that if there is one thing you need you can get it! 'Yes You Can!' and you will...Who is the Woman? The Woman?...You? Me? Did you come up with the same answer? OK? Well.....

She is the woman whom neither you nor I, can be. Why? because she is the only one who can be her.

Why do we feel the need to shame her, why do we feel the need to help encourage another woman to help destroy her reputation.
What do we then teach the women of the future, who we are leaving with the legacy of destroying each other, when will we put a stop to our unpleasant behaviour. Why don't we support, encourage, love, respect, acknowledge, applaud, congratulate eachother in whatever the she chooses to do. Why don't we keep praying for ourselves and eachother and mean every word of it.

We all have different skills, levels of intelligence, of wisdom, knowledge, power, talents, etc, but you know what, that doesn't make us better than the other, this is what makes us unique, this is our gift, still amoung us, we can only do one at a time, because we are one being. God accepts us all, he doesn't have rejects, he forgives, he listens, he forgives, he comforts, he forgives, he loves and he forgives again and again, and if he does all this for us, why don't we begin helping him help us.

Being more intelligent than one doesn't necessarily mean you are smarter.

Having more skills than one, doesn't always mean you can make more money.

Being more religious than one, doesn't mean God only hears your prayers.

Life doesn't always hand us milk and honey, sometimes unfortunately we make bad judgements, mistakes, decisions etc, and we
end up in a position where we need each other or more so the support of eachother, but for the life of me, I really don't understand why some of us make it our duty to keep a women like us in the gutter and if she makes an effort to get out of there, we drag he back into it with all the strength we have.

Women don't let any other woman bring you down, we are not perfect, we all are capable of making changes in our lives, and if anyone throws dust in your face, shake this dust out of you body and when that same dust reaches the ground, take a step upward and I can gaurantee you one thing, you'll be happy you did.

Don't let anyone get to you, because you know what, if she knows that she has gotten to you, she is happy, she won, but if she realizes that no matter what she does, you can't care less, you are still full of life, good spirit, you remain calm, you are in control of youself, she then gets really upset at herself and directs her anger towards you at herself and the rest is history. The Lords Prayer is the most powerful prayer, and it doesn't go unheard. Not at all.

FW: You & Your Spotless Home!

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First of all I came to your house because you invited me, not as a friend or parent of children that are best friends but you invited me to see what you have in your house that you think I wouuld be jealous of, but you don't even know me woman, I don't give a damn about anything any one has in their home, because you know what everyone's entirely different in taste.....
Ok I came , first of all when I got to the house I took my shoes off but for the life of me I didn't know where to put them, quickly you said 'Give them to me' which I did, you walked about two miles with the shoes to put them- I don't know where but anywayz I was left standing there not knowing whether I should remain standing or whether I should take a step fearing I would leave my size 9 foot prints on your well vaccumed floor and to make matters worse I didn't know what to do. UNCOMFORTABLE! Anywayz you came back from the shoe milage and ask me to come to the living room to sit, but I let you sit before me because I wanted to see how I should sit on your spotless chairs. You sat, with the tip of you butt on the chair, so did I. UNCOMFORTABLE! I wanted to talk about the kids, how they were doing in school and what we can do to help them but you wanted to talk about how much you bought this and this and that, and where the sale is and how much of this you have and what you see at COURTS.
Ok now my butt started hurting me because I was UNCOMFORTABLE!..
We shared a joke, it must have been very funny because I remembered myself laughing very loud and lifting my hand in the process..Woop...My hand pulled down the chair back and it fell behind me....You got your behind up and fixed the chair back as soon as it fell...UNCOMFORTABLE! Then I stood up and you fixed your chair as soon as I did...Awa we. Toneer!!!!!
I then got thirsty and ask you for a glass of water, you went to get the water for me and handed it to me. A very nice glass I must admit but when I finished drinking the water, your kitchen was so spotless I didn't know where to put the glass, well I felt I should just wash it my self but you said 'NO NO give it to me- but you washed it at once...UNCOMFORTABLE!
Damnnn!!!!.....I don't know enh! but...whenever I drink water, I donh know where a pee coming from but I had to use your tioilet.
I asked, and you directed me but since I saw how you were with your spotless home I wanted to just drop me pee and move fast, but you know how when you go pee sometimes I don't know where a anhvee caca coming from and it just taking you like that.
Well a anhvee caca take me in your toilet and I just could not hold it , I shivered thinking whether I should drop it or not..but noway it was coming and coming fast, i had to, I really really had to but while I was posting it in the bank I was so UNCOMFORTABLE, I thought I was contaminating your spotless house forever. I felt like it was a bomb I was droping because I know when i droping that, it's really not eating nice and boy I could sink in the ground when I saw your face as so as you went in to use the bathroom after me...I heard SHEEEEEEEEEE SHEEEEEEEEE SHEEEEEEEEEEEEE you sprayed your airfreshener I was so UNCOMFORTABLE.....I go try to postpone every anhvee caca I get at anybody's home again...
I decided to leave at that point, shame and embarrassment covered me from head to toe...embarrassed of the smell I left in your toilet and ashamed of the fact that maybe if you could you would spray my behind.. you went to get my shoes for me and brought it all the way on the balcony stairs so that I could put them on there, is then we....I realize that I had walked in your balcony with my shoes when I came and maybe if you had see me coming when I came you would have met met before I got to the balcony and have taken my shoes from there, so I would not have made the mistake to walk in the balcony with my shoes in first place....
Anyway my friend Goodbye....I can never go to a house that I feel so UNCOMFORTABLE in again.......
A Spotless House Makes Your Guests Very UNCOMFORTABLE!

Welcome! to my Blog! Lets roll!

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Hi everyone! Welcome to my blog! Here I will write about issues that are either posing a threat, disturbing or a problem with our country, community and our people in general. I would also like to talk about women, children, health and family life, single parent issues, whether it be the mum or the dad and a number of other issues that are problems in our society. I will talk about both the Positives and negatives and what we can do to make it better. I am also asking anyone with ideas to share, feel free to e-mail me at romerluv40@hotmail.com. I also will write some creole (my way) so that it's easier to read and some jokes as well. I also have a way of writing which I find funny in my own way, which I will include in my blogs as' Letters to my Makoomeer' this Makoomeer is one of my nieces. I hope you have fun reading my blogs!
Best wishes,
Phillys

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