Good day to one and all, I pray that today will be a good day for every one, and may Esu not disturb your lives today, do not forget to mention him in your prayers. Yesterday on the blog we had such a wonderful time.I must admit that although I find it challenging to type, being embarrassed by my regular mistakes, I really enjoyed putting in my entries of poems. Thank you Yazzy and all who participated.
Well today is Friday and I know after a long week many of you are looking toward a long relaxing weekend, or still work perhaps. I will be doing both here in Africa, relaxing at times and working at times. Today I wanted to continue along the lines of what Yazzy started yesterday, except it is not poetry I will go with. I wanted to vent, I want all of us to vent!
No, I am not angry, and truth be told, many of my own stories, while actually sharing my life experiences, I have never truly let out the inner emotions felt while going through the hell with the wicked baby father, his equally wicked mother and siblings, Mr. High grade and the countless of women whom I took as friends that betray and let me down. I want us all to release today, anything pent up, anything which bothers the mind, anyone who has offended you, vent about the world and the state that it is in, vent about inequality, discrimination, about the Kardashians (lol), the family, children who won’t do their homework after school or whatever, the husband who won’t pay attention, the boss or co-workers at work. The homeless man who was shot and killed in Los Angeles by Police, Michael Ferguson, Police brutality, whatever you feel to say, say it here today!
I will begin with my own;
I have always struggled with accepting that women, my own species, my kindred blood can be so vile and wicked. It is hard for me even to say this, because the world with its dogmas and doctrines and through religion has women as wicked creatures, never to be trusted, and I am always offended by this, being a woman myself.
The whole bastardization of us on a whole is surely a fallacy, and it bothered me that at times if I complain about period pain, some A-hole, tells me that it is the fault of the Mythical Eve and the curse God placed on her, (after nyaming the apple). Of course for a while (during my time in Christianity) I believed and sent up silent curses to the bad shape, hunch back looking white woman (as seen in her drawn pictorials depictions, Artists interpretation I guess, not an attractive woman at all), who is supposedly to be the mother of all of us (tsk, Tsk), but of course, I am grown and awake so mi know sey nutten nuh go suh!
Yet I often wondered about some women that I have met in life and the wicked ways of them. I remember Sophia Spencer my friend from primary school who betrayed me, read here, and from there it has been one woman after the next. I had no friends and could keep none. I knew it was no fault of my own and I have since realized that it is indeed my Egbe, but it still does not excuse the actions of some wicked females I have met while on my journey through this earth.
Even women who were suppose to be mother figures turned out to be mother witches in my life. I remember when I was on my spiritual journey, I had just become awake and I was sent to church but my instructions was to find a spiritual church. I as a hot gal hairdresser dem times, (still hot,and still can do hair nuh blurssnaught) I heard about a little church down the street from my shop. At nights when I would close the shop, me and the girls from the shop and my junior sister would head down to the little church which we thought was a spiritual revival church. It was a tiny little place and the mother of the church was a rotund woman I will just call Madda witch.The woman was actually spiritual baptist, disguising herself as revival, although she was Jamaican.
The place was fun and lively,and we would sing, clap and dance, I even learned to play the tambourine, (fi si me an tambourine, lol, a cudda beat it ei si) me an mi hottaz workers and sista became regulars at the woman’s church, in Jesus name. One night church tun up, church hot like fire, and all of us were jumping and shouting in reverence to God and all his hosts (people fool fool ei nuh, looking back at that night). The woman had her seal on the ground and on it were many things, she did tie up de whole ah we unda de seal. Well as I said she was spiritual Baptist (This type of church can be found in the Islands, Trinidad mainly, but it was St. Vincent where it all began), she wanted the Jamaicans to be with her so we, who did not know better thought she was revival and worshiped with her faithfully every night, so we tink but she did obeah out we baxide fi deh deh ah night by de hook or by de crook.
According to her, she liked me, of course she would, I stepped into her church every night wid mi crew. Well on this fateful night, I had no idea that I was a spiritual teacher. I did not know that my initiation which I had gone through and was still going through at the time, made me a teacher of every spiritual order, therefore I knew of all spiritual matters, regardless of any secrets they may have. The problem was I had no idea that I knew and this night all was about to come out and create for me a great enemy.
The night started off as usual, the prayers, the singing the dancing and all the excitement, we were having a great time, the time got up into the three am hours and the church showed no signs of slowing down, the place felt hot and all were in a frenzy. I was always cool at church, I am always Composed, unless mi silly school girl personality comes up, and she cannot be held back, lol (I am just cool like that naturally, the Fonz have nothing on me) but on that night, all the woman’s lies were about to be exposed, by no other than me, and unbeknownst to me.
The spirit took me over and I ran around the woman’s seal, picked up her Egun flag, wrapped it around my face and began to pull what spiritual baptist people call daption. Not revival sounds but Trinidadian’s daption. I taught them all in the church that night what every thing on the Altar meant, and I also revealed that we were all under there, this came out in language, but was translated to me, and I think she understood also. and for the first time, we all realized that the woman was not revival, and not who we all thought she was. She even shouted out to all of them that they should listen to me because I was teaching them, I guess she was a bit nervous.
In the morning while I slept I had a dream, where my life was revealed to me, of who I was and what I would become. It came to me by way of a seal which I was instructed to draw on white paper. She called me at the crack of dawn and asked me what gift did I receive, I stupidly told her and she told me to bring the seal to her for her to see, I did and she took if from me and kept it, claiming that she wanted to study it, but what she did not know was that the spirit instructed me to make a copy while I was on my way to her, I was told by spirit to get off the bus and make a copy, I had it hidden in my bosom, on top of it, she thought she outwitted me but the seal was undone so she did not steal all my messages.
When I got back home, I instructed once again to finish the seal which I did and I still have.
This woman gave me the fight of my life for one year straight with Juju, because after that night we all did not return to her church, well not true, we slowly withdrew ourselves and so did other people, and she blamed me.
This is just one example of my experience with wicked people/women, the Juju/Obeah which she threw at me was unwarranted. I was innocent and I have no idea to this day why she was offended when it was the spirit that moved me.
Women, we are life, we represent life, why do we fight each other, why can’t we love each other? Why are we jealous of our sisters, why do we betray each other? Don’t you think as powerful as we are we should stand together?, We are in a male dominated world, yet we are stronger than all the men put together, but because we seek to compete with each other instead of bonding together, the world looks to men as our great leaders, when the world itself belongs to the woman!
Well, I want all of you to vent here today, about whatever, release all you care to. I am waiting!
Ejò tí àgbàlagbà fi ìbẹ̀rù bojo jù sílẹ̀, lọmọdé kì mọ́lẹ̀; bí ọmọ náà ò bá bọ̀wọ̀ fún àgbà, o yẹ kó lè bẹẹ̀rù ejò. /
A snake dropped by an elder in fear, is the one picked up by a child; if he has no respect for the elder, he should at least fear the snake……Yoruba Proverb!
[One should not be presumptuous or outdare oneself]
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…. Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji