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THE BIG BAD WOLVES OF LIFE

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Good morning, I hate to be repetitive, but I realize that in some circumstances I am not able to help it. As you all know everyday I worry about what I will write as a post on this blog, and as much as there are many topics which can be discussed and written about daily, I worry because almost every story here on this blog site is about my personal experiences and therefore the truth. Not the truth embellished, just simply the truth, and a part of my worry is in waking up those memories that I have since laid to rest in my mind, not wanting to re-visit them. I must say that often times when I read the posts and see my life in black and  white on the computer screen, I become a little embarrassed about some of my naivety, but then I calm myself  in the realization that maybe naivety was or is not such a bad thing, as I believe I still am. Naivety is the trait of my astrological sign Aries. We are strong, dominant, sure, confident people, kind, loving and caring. We are leaders and go- getters, but naive is a flaw within our character as Aries people, and it is very present in me. Does that make me vulnerable, yes it does, weak? absolutely not.

I have tried to move away from this description of myself and but it is There , innate, apart of my core make up and therefore since I know this I must be more aware and pay attention. I easily trust. There I have said it. I easily trust! In times gone by, I trusted people more, as I grew, it took me some time, but I have wizened up a bit. Although I know that there are some beasts out there, Wolves, disguised in human flesh who walks among us, I cannot help holding onto the fact that not everyone out there is bad. Yet I am the one to drill into my children and other people minds that three quarter of the people who lives in this realm with us are no good. I think about things like these late at nights when the world around me have gone quiet. I sit in the dark during these times, with a candle dimly lit in my room, laid back against my pillows, legs crossed as I go off into oblivion and think of the world and all its inhabitants and some of the bad people that I have met, and I realize that while I may not have met all the worlds population, I have met some very heartless, cold, wicked people, more-so than good ones and often disguised.

After pondering on this for a while, I tried to figure out how to meet GOOD people and avoid the bad ones ( naivety at work again), so when I go  to my shrine to pray, which I do every day, I would lay flat on my belly in front of my Ifa (ee-fah) and before my wonderful Obara Meji and pray for me to just meet good people. I begged them to let the bad ones pass me by, just send on the good ones. I would pray this prayer also for my children and while I prayed, I begged Ifa and Obara Meji to let me be a good person to other people and never a hindrance or be of any harm to anyone. I pray this earnestly everyday, having been scorned, and beaten down mentally by people who I cared for and trusted in the past. I imagine that my Orishas may laugh silently at my naivety of praying to them for only sending “Good” people to me, because that is just impossible. I know it and they know it. My prayer should be “If and when I or my children meet people with bad intentions, please give me the sight to recognize them and the wisdom in how to deal with them, and also the ability see their true intentions swiftly”.

Yesterday I thought back to my first daughters father, the one who knocked me up when I was a teenager. He was much older that I and had just come from Jamaica. I have always written about the Wicked baby father here on Embracing Spirituality, but never about this one. I at first never looked at him as a boyfriend type, because when I met him he was just a nice guy who moved into our building on the first floor while we lived on the Second. My mother had known his mother in Jamaica when they both worked together at The University Hospital Of The West Indies. The woman had come to America and lived with a daughter whom she had not seen since the daughter was five years old. Apparently the daughters father had taken the child to grow her up in the Sates at that age, so mother and daughter were not accustomed to each other. The daughter had sent for the mother and upon arrival, after living together for two weeks the daughter told the mother to get out! Everybody who comes to America to live  has a story to tell. The woman had gotten my mothers number and called  her and as usual my mother allowed her to stay with us and after a while got her a one bedroom apartment on the first floor in our building and then in about a year her two grown sons arrived. The living room was turned into a bed room for them. When he came to live in the building, this was during the time when my mother would drive me out of the house to go and meet friends instead of staying inside and reading everyday. She told me that I was not normal, no other children would stay inside rather than go out and play with friends, she made it seem as if I were odd, and it began to worry me, maybe I was odd, read An Eye Opener    if you read this post it explains somethings not written here. I began to sit on the stoop in front of the building, and this is how I began to have conversations with this guy. As I have said before, I was not looking for a boyfriend, I thought I was too young and I had no interest in boys, I loved books, they were my world, I would read all and everything even a match box, but in the evenings when I came home from school and after doing  my chores, I would reluctantly go outside because Mama wanted me to be ‘normal‘ and have friends. She nor I had no idea that outside laid the Big Bad Wolf with a spliff tail hanging from the side of his mouth, and I was to find out what Big Mouth he had! (read keenly).

We became friends, he was nice, he never approached me at first, in the way of a man wanting a woman. He became my friend. He listened, and he gave good advice, I liked him, because he would look out for me when I came down stairs and often times he suggested we go for a walk. He was new to America, already in his twenties and missed Jamaica like me, we had that in common, and he would tell me stories of him growing up in the ghetto and of fights and running from the police, (all lies I later found out) and his stories fascinated me, they were my beloved books come to life. He loved to read also and he introduced me to Donald Goines books, which were a little too dark and dreary for me, but still we shared a passion for books and I liked that. I was happy to walk with him and showed him around the neighborhood as he was new in the country, and while we walked we spoke of many things and I was quick to realize that he was smart. I liked that, but please keep in mind that I had no thought of him being a  boyfriend to me in my mind, none what so ever. I never saw him that way, nor any boy as a matter of fact. He started taking pictures of me, every opportunity he got he took my picture, he would buy the disposable cameras and click away at every opportunity, again I thought nothing of it, it was pure fun and it got me feeling comfortable out of the house for I had found a friend.

My mother did not seem to mind, he was her friends son and older than me so she never cautioned me about him and she knew that I had no interest in boys. Little did I know that he was biding his time, little did I know that this was a seduction. I was being seduced and I knew it not! He was never fresh. Once in a while he would ask odd questions about sex, but the questions were generalized, never personal and so I felt comfortable, even if I shifted a little under his gaze, but this was once in a while. He would give me compliments and I thought nothing much of it, he was my friend and could do that, but then he would make me sad when he told me how ugly HE was and how back in Jamaica people would call him so and he knew he was ugly he would say, but he did not see the need for people to continue to remind him of the fact. It made me feel sorry  for him, while tapping his back or his hands and telling him that he was not ugly and he mustn’t refer to himself that way. He would tell me that I was the only good friend he ever had, and that he was proud to have someone like me as a friend and the usual pretty girl compliments came, to which I am embarrassed to go into with you here on this post, not wanting to sound vain or other wise, but the slow, methodical seduction continued, and he was to have victory.

Our friendship lasted for a while, and I realized a shift in it when he would come knocking at my door whenever he realized that my mother had a male visitor, It mattered not who the person was, from once he saw a man enter the building, (he lived on the first floor so everyone who came in the building he would know), he would run upstairs and knock at my door and begged me to come out. At first I did not understand why I had to come outside with him whenever a man came, he made it seem as if he just wanted my company, but after a while I saw the pattern, and although it was frustrating, I went with him. He was always complaining of rejection and that of the two brothers he was the ugly one, and that his mother’s favorite was the other brother, so I thought to reject him would add to his already beaten down self esteem and so I always tried to be there for him, as he was always there for me. He began coming to my school. After school was over I would come out to see him waiting for me to walk me home. I was embarrassed by this, because I had now realized that his interest in me was more than a friend, and I did not like it. I did not like him that way. He knew what he was doing, unfortunately I caught on late, but I had and still do have a very soft heart and  a compassionate nature and he played on it. In some ways we had a lot in common. He felt rejected by his family, unwanted to some degree and so did I. He had no friends but me, and I had no friend but him, we enjoyed nature and would often times go walking in the botanical gardens together. He listened, and at that time in my life I needed to talk, I needed to be listened to. I needed some one to be silent and listen to me.

Unfortunately for me, he understood life and how to use manipulation in getting what he wanted, and he wanted me. I knew it not, but he wanted me and he meant to have me. He knew that I was an innocent and so he groomed me and was patient. He played on my emotions and good nature and he waited and waited, and injected now and again salacious conversations, and watched my reactions, when I became uncomfortable with any suggestions of his in this way, which he always generalized, he would apologize and tell me that he just wanted to understand how people in America operated as oppose to what we in Jamaica agreed with. Read keenly, try to understand what I am saying without me writing it here!..He got me! Once! I got pregnant, and was done with him but then stalking began, it was to be a long time to get rid of him, a very long time.

We cannot escape these wolves they are out there, whether you be man or woman they are there. At some point you will meet them, when this time comes, you be the Fox. Use you wit to get pass them. Invoke into your being the wiles of the ever cunning Fox, and if you are able to do this, then you may be able to get by unharmed or unscratched. In life use your head, let it work for you. Listen to yourself, believe your spirits, your guides. Parents take care of your children, let them be, but watch them closely, and listen to them, listen to them, listen to them, also listen to yourself!

I shall gather my bearings and try to write part two to this story which I dredged up last night while lost in thought as I usually do when all is quiet. I cannot regret him at all, nor the the Wicked one, because from them I bore beautiful fruits which I love and adore, and perhaps my seeds had to come through these mis-fits, and as in most cases in life, “The end justifies the means”. He introduced me to life in the most curious of ways. He still lives with his mother in that one bedroom apartment, with the living room as his bedroom. He never moved.  His brother has since moved out and have his own family. My daughter grew without him in her life, he was never missed, I made sure of it. I did not want him and he said If he could not have me, he wanted nothing to do with her, that was not a deal breaker for me, suh we cut. We left. Her and I went into the world in love with each other and  together. I never asked him for anything neither did he offer. I never bothered with child support for either of these two men. I ventured out into the world her and I, alone but together. I headed off into the direction of only God and my ancestors know, where another wolf awaited for me, unbeknownst to me. When my mother said get out  I just held my head up and believed in God and it worked out regardless of all I have been through, it worked out. He too was one of my many teachers, he too played a very major role in my life, he too set me along my path and he left many things with me, not just my daughter but much more, much, much more, lol!…much more!

Agara kì í dá oníṣẹ́ Ọlọ́run. / 
God’s messenger never grows weary…Yoruba Proverb! 

[God cannot be overwhelmed with man’s needs]

 

All religions are valid as long as they teach peace and love …Obara Meji!

 

 

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toy7318
10 years ago

Hello everyone ! I am just reading. I always felt that there is more bad then good in the world . I wonder if your BF reflects back on his life and knows that he missed out on such a beautiful soul like your daughter. This men must think that they are going to be young forever.

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

Sa-Fo take care and all the best while you away from us. YW big up, hope all is well. Daydream, welcome to the blog and apart of this family. Hope you will continue to blog…

Tw/Ty
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Tw/Ty
10 years ago

My absolute pleasure.

Tw/Ty
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Tw/Ty
10 years ago

Good Morning fellow bloggers! Big up Teach. Add courageous to your list of traits because it takes true courage to: 1. rehash trauma in our past, 2. find a positive within that experience, and (not the least) 3. tell it to others so that they may find some lesson that resonates with them. Let all weapons forged against me break and let all those who seek mine hurt find there’s in my stead…….

Cami
10 years ago

O, me catch the method man…3 of them was what netted me, why me catch on.

Sa-Fo
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Sa-Fo
10 years ago

Evening everyone. I’ve been away for a little over a week, not quite back yet. A little busy. Resuming daily posting After July 7. Sorting out some things.

Bless up everyone! Special howdy to Obara.
xo
Sa-Fo

day "dream" alston
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10 years ago

Good Day Everyone! Another interesting and eye opening tale Obara. I too can be naive. I want to believe that most people are good natured. Unfortunately this is not the case. I pray that one day I’ll be able to see the snakes coming. I hope that day comes soon 🙂

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

Teach, based on your experiences which are so simillar to mine. I am really wondering, how many of us have gone through what you have gone through.

Obara meji
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Obara meji
10 years ago
Reply to  MTH

To the day I am the same Day, because I want to see the Good and wanting to see the good often fool you, I want to trust but unfortunately the big bad wolves wants us to do the too so we must pray against it, thanks for stopping by Day l, I live it when you visit! Blessings to you and family

AMH
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AMH
10 years ago

Thank you once again for sharing and teaching. I can relate to so many things in this post. It gives me great hope to know how far you have come through so many different experiences.

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

There is a saying that God does not like ugly…He has not moved out of his mother’s house and literally been stucked in that same position. You have gone on and done well. I am proud of you teach, congrats!!!

Obara meji
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Obara meji
10 years ago
Reply to  MTH

YUh zi mi , thank you

Obara meji
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Obara meji
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara meji

Cami read between the lines on HOW he seduced me, try ketch it caws I cannot spell it out

Obara meji
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Obara meji
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara meji

Indeed Ty, Indeed!

Cami
10 years ago

(Manners) Good day, fellow bloggers.

Cami
10 years ago

Obara, I read this and ‘walked’ into it while reading. I know that wolf (not your own) but it’s a particular breed…my young life was affected by that breed of wolf too.

Can’t wait fi part 2.

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

I know that I have done my best growing my 2 girls.

Teach, when I was growing up, there was a belief that if you had sex with a virgin, then that would cure any std you had. A lot of big men went with younger girls. Men who should be looking out for the children end up abusing children.

It is very sad that some of the older men that should act as unlces, cousins etc have turned around and abuse innocent children.

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Arite mumzy!!

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

Teach, we live in a very judgemental world. For a while, I have dealt with people saying to me, 2 children with 2 different men. You are the common denominator, so the fault must be yours. Some people even have some amount of disdain for you when they know that you have more that one baby-father… Now that I have learnt that your Egbe might have played a role. I take comfort, not that what they said mattered. I am mindful that there are wolves in sheep’s clothing as well as our own stupidity/naivety. Teach what is your take when… Read more »

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Obara I would like to ask something. If you wipe yuh house regularly flash it out an ting why the negative entities com through. Cause di mumzy wake mi up last night something come lie down sida har and shi said her side feel heavy like numb and shi fly up and run it out and shi come get the florida water and put it on

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez
10 years ago

no sah nunu no isolate yu self mumz jus lissen yu self…lissen ur guides. dem a guide wi all along jus affi lissen dem. lissen yu heart, ur mind….yu kno dem whey deh??? wen ur mind seh nuh go there or don’t call him. him anuh good or that job is small but it will lead yu to bigger places. it is in isolation that you will miss ur life lessons nunu Yes Obara Mi honor my spiritual guides thank them. neva knew di right name tho i used to say my spirit neva like them ppl lol or something… Read more »

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  kiabubblez

Yes kia dawling true sound words

Ty
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Ty
10 years ago

Obara, thanks for sharing your innermost stories… this life teacher left you with your wonderful daughter … I am sorry that you ad to endure so much to get her but am happy you have her…

These wolves unfortunately are everywhere… it is a struggle each day to recognise them and their plans…

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  Ty

Hi Ty

Ty
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Ty
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

Howdy teach….

Him lucky him not in jail…I wish the time and effort he used to pursue you, he had given equal time and effort to raise his daughter…

His mother should have step up to the plate too and get him to be more of a man…see she stuck wid him…

All in all, you were the victor…he lost out…

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez
10 years ago

lawd Obara wen yu write bout naive mi did tink a me yu a write bout. dis trait has made mi very cautious n observant to ppl. this is one a di reasons nuff ppl tink mi stush n quiet. and it is not so…just when yu have been hurt by ppl yu trust it makes yu weary of people. Him preyed on ur naivty n innocence an neva kno yu the likkle naive gal wuda step pass him an naaaah luk Yes Nunu wolves ina sheep clothing. that is why yu have to say that likkle pray upa top…sight… Read more »

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  kiabubblez

Yes mi understand what yuh and Obara saying, mi know it nuh possible but mi juss wish mi coulda side step the mess. But I guess there’s no growth in that. Mi heart weak yuh nuh. Dats why mi isolate miself suh

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  Obara Meji

No man, mi deh talk bout fraid fi myself mi heart nuh suh strong fi deal wid certain tings mumz. A it always worry mi, dats why mi worry suh bout dah guy mi juss nuh like deal wid deception!

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago

Lawd Obara reading about your experiences mek mi fraid fi guh outta door! Still I thank you for dredging up these memories to share. It’s like even when yuh try your best to be cautious, wolves are still around the corner waiting! sigh

Tw/Ty
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Tw/Ty
10 years ago
Reply to  NuNu

Even the most perceptive can be duped. There are some that believe that if they can get over on someone then it is that person’s fault. Let them inspire us to be greater than that. Pain is often times recycled.

Tw/Ty
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Tw/Ty
10 years ago
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Manners….Big up Nunu

kiabubblez
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kiabubblez
10 years ago

If and when I or my children meet people with bad intentions, please give me the sight to recognize them and the wisdom in how to deal with them, and also the ability see their true intentions swiftly”. ASEEEEEEEEE
ok mek i finish read

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  kiabubblez

Amen Kia!

MTH
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MTH
10 years ago

Another well written story. I can relate to a lot ofthe things you are saying here.

I think your prayer (or a part thereof) has been answered…You have met some nice & decent people here on this blog…

NuNu
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NuNu
10 years ago
Reply to  MTH

Nuh chue M

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