May 27, 2014 Obara Meji 20Comment

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God had a plan, yes there was a plan for me, although I had no idea what that plan was I felt Gods presence while growing up. I was a lonely child while I grew, In Jamaica I had a few friends, if you could call them that, but I was always comfortable being by myself. While my peers played dolly house, and dandy shandy and base-ball (our Jamaican way), I would go to Miss Martin Shop, next door from where I lived, and buy the star,I am about seven or eight years old by this. Odd I know, but I had always felt grown and was never up for the frivolities of my counterparts. So I would stand in my yard and play with my holla hoop, and my father had painted out a permanent hop scotch for me in the front yard, which I played on my own. Jamaica was fun, I thank God that I chose Jamaica to be the country of my birth, where I would be born when I received a body to come to earth realm and I would do it all over again if I had to. I was a very bright student and I applied myself to my school work. I remember my friend Sofia Spencer, a Jamaican Indian girl, coolie gal as we say in Jam Dung (Jamaica). She had a forceful personality, and I liked that because I did not like weak people, as I was already aware of how dominant and strong I was even at that tender age. She was a little older that me, but we were in the same class because I had always been placed one class ahead because of my excellence in school work.

I liked Sofia, she was kind and jovial. She treated me as if I was her sister. Sofia had a fight with a couple of the kids in the class and of course I was on her side, ( astrologically I am an Aries and it is an Aries trait, to be loyal. I have met a few dis-loyal ones, but those seemed to be the confused in life ones, the diluted ones…smh…), This was Primary school, possibly what they refer to as Elementary school here in America, and we were in the fifth grade, . The whole class turned against Sophia, and so I did not speak to them even though they had no beef with me. Why should I? She was my friend and if you were her enemy it goes without saying that you were mine also. I still have that mentality, that is why it is hard for me to call someone a friend. I have never found one as loyal as I. Never! Loyalty means a lot to me.

The discord between them lasted a week, and then Sophia, appealed to the class to be her friend again, she begged them, almost on her knees, to my surprise and then suddenly  the beef was over. For her! For me, no! It was not, as a matter of fact they seemed to hate me more than they hated Sofia, because I would not beg to be their friend nor would I back down from them. Sofia stopped speaking to me, because they all told her to. So I was left by myself, with no one. This has always been my portion, betrayal, not very pleasant. All my life. Whenever I stand firm behind someone they always betray me…..It was not until when I discovered ME, spirituality and Embraced it that I found out the numerical value of my life and understood that it carried BETRAYAL with it!

Michael Brown tried to fight me one day, over that same Sofia Spencer situation. How dare I, malice the whole class, like me a bad gal!!…well he and the others said that they were going to show me. My mother, as you have all read before in many of my postings, was a natural born warrior, and would teach us, her children how to defend our selves in a fight. My mother would say….“if someone want to fight yuh, pick up dirt and fling it in de eyes, do it quickly and unexpectedly, blind them temporarily for a moment and then move in with licks, kicks, box and thumps. Bite if you have to, but be determined not to lose, because to lose, to be defeated, it could be your life, so if yuh a fight mi daughter do what yuh have to do to win”, she also cautioned us, with this wisdom..“do not argue for long, if you see  a threat or feel threatened, by someone who yuh ah argue wid, you first throw de first blow, because the possibility for them licking yuh first and killing you is there, so strike first!,.”.…..My Mother…she might not have loved me the way a mother should love her child, but it mattered not to me…I LOVED HER..and still do. Michael Brown and the class included the Judas Sofia Spencer, walked behind me when I left school one day, cussing me and threatening me. My mothers words began to replay inside my head, plus pride and shame over came me, because we were out the school yard, and a lot of spectators had gathered to watch me get my ass whooped!. Mama had also said that if ever I came home crying because children had beat me up she would beat me on top of it.

I looked around and saw dirt and I also spotted a hose, a small piece of hose, so I decided within a second what I would do. Michael Brown, with his beady eyes and broad face was closest to me, pushing his body, his shoulders rather, upon me. I bent down and grabbed a fist full of dirt and threw it Michael’s eyes and that seemed to stun him a bit, then I ran for the hose, picked it up and jumped on Michael, knocking him down with a force. Mama always said if plenty people gang upon you, grab at least one and deal with that one mercilessly, chances are the others will flee. I gave Michael Brown the beating of his life that day. No one helped him. He screamed like the proverbial Bitch!!..which was music to my ears, it took the Principal, BULL DOG, which was our (the students) nick name for him, Mr.Mac Farlene was his name to pull me off Michael Brown.

Hair disheveled, uniformed crushed, I walked home head held high, from beating Michael Brown. Mama was proud and gave me the biggest plate of Stew Peas and Rice for dinner that evening. Of course after a while Michael Brown and I became best of friends and the class all wanted to be close to me, and I forgave them, except Sophia Spencer. She I never forgave. I stood with her and she stood against me, and came out with the mob to hang me, when I had no guilt. Jesus the Christ must have meant something else when he said, “Turn the other cheek”….Why did HE not turn the other cheek when he saw them gambling in his fathers house….Instead Jesus Christ…lost it and beat them each and everyone, turned over tables and galang bad ooooo!!! lol!! Yayyy  go Jesus!, Luke 19: 45-46…Hey King James!!! what say you about this!!!, could you translations have been wrong?…

Sharlene Rose was the blogger who inspired me to write this post when she made this comment:

“FOR INSTANCE…you Obara you are so gifted and the things that you have experienced are unique to you alone…your whole spiritual journey is defined by who you are today…us spiritual babies know that you haven’t acquired your wisdom through age…it’s more than that…cause for a mother woman you’re quite young…it is rather who you came here with…and many other things…the manner in which they chose to give you your knowledge and abilities…its not like you walked up to someone and asked them for this…so it is fascinating to hear your stories in wonder and amazement“………a comment left by Sharlenerose on the Astral Realm Thread. I found it to be funny, because she spoke of me not being old, and having so much experience, and knowing so much.

Sharlene rose, you are something else….You inspired me to pull up this nostalgic memory, from my childhood. I am not fixated on age, but it shocks even me that I can sit here daily and share my life’s experience with you, I have so much to share. I am and indeed youthful I am still young I believe, but also mentally and physically I feel as young as 16 years old. I do not have a generation gap. I am youthful, funny, exciting, active, adventurous and more. Obara Meji is cool, according to my children I am the cool mom and that I am!..

The habit of thinking is the habit of gaining strength….Yoruba Proverb

 

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yo-gabba gabba…lolol. what an meek and gentle child you have MTH. Obara, where yu get that photo with the alien in the background? too funny

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Lol

Obara meji
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Obara meji

Lol

MTH
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Nuh one Cartoon…

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I just want her to toughen up a bit. She is adamant that fighting isnt the way as Yo Gabba-Gabba says…Once Ihad to say to her, “Yo Gabba-Gabba mi bumbo’. If yu eva come in yah an tell mi sey pickney tek wey yu tings or fight yu…Luckily she has a good teacher that doesnt allow fighting.

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I can fight but because I am very unassuming I am misunderstood. My big daughter would fight a lot when she was smaller, now she is so stoosh. As for the little one, she has NEVER fought before, from she was 2 she would say ‘yo Gabba-Gabba says no fighting’. She just keeps herself to herself. I would love to teach her the fighting styles your mom taught you but she is not going to listen.

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i love that your mom taught you to fight..my dad too…he told me to choose my fights carefully, for he could not choose for me…but when I do fight it should be to the death or have atleast 2 people take you off…I have only been in a physical fight 2 times in my life, both I remember very well, but have been fighting all my life…I have passed this same lesson on to both my boys…

I am happy that you Obara have reached to the enlightened state that you have and feel honored that I can say that our paths have crossed…May the Universe continue to be kind to you and your family,..May God continue to bless you and your family always…

MTH
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Sophia dij uss waan fit in. I am a ride or die friend. In Jamica we have a saying death before dishonour.

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Obara as Bob Marley would say, ‘man to man is unjust…

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