Good morning to one and all and in the words of Orunmila I greet you all Aboru Aboye ABosise, to which you would reply Agbo Ato Asure Iwori Wofun. I know it is a mouth full to which most of you would not even begin to know how to pronounce but as we progress with this blog, as we travel together, you will learn unfamiliar words and their meanings which will not only strengthen your vocabulary but also tune you in through words of another language, the Yoruba Language, learning is fun! This mornings topic is as written in the title; Love Is More Than Saying The Words, and in the world we live in today it is important that we get this. In other words, it is important that we understand this and apply it to our daily lives.
Out of all my children, there is one, a son, who I will allow you to meet today. When I was pregnant with him, ( I never ever had a happy pregnancy), his was one of the most stressful pregnancies I had and all of them were very stressful. I had my Beauty Salon at the time and when I found out that I was pregnant and told the father, he instructed me to get rid of it. I was worried and scared, this child were to be my third if I brought him in, because I was under pressure to not bring him, and although I wanted to bring him I felt trapped in what to do. Even though the wicked father told me to get rid of the child he did not provide the money for the abortion, and so I called my mother to borrow some money to make up what I had to do, the procedure. The place that I wanted to go was an exclusive place and it was very expensive I guess due to the type of well to do people who went there for abortions. The morning I was scheduled to go I opened my shop for the workers to come in and I waited for my driver to come and get me. The appointment was for 12 noon that day. My driver came and we left, no one knew what I went to do or where I went for that matter, only my mother as she had loaned me some money toward it. I arrived at the place and sat in the car with my driver 36, that was what we called him, 36. He asked no questions and I was confident that he would never betray me. I sat in his car lost in thought for about ten minutes until he asked me if I was ok, which brought me back to the now and I told him to please give me a few. I had arrived twenty minutes early for my appointment, and so I had a little time.
My eyes misted for a few and I was aware of 36 watching me through his rear view mirror, he said nothing but I felt the compassion for me. I sat up, drew in my breath and told him to take me home, he did. When I got home, the house keeper was asleep and the other two children were still at school, so I went to the kitchen and made myself a cup of soup which I was to have with crackers. As I sat down in the couch in my Parlor, in walked the devil’s incarnate, surprised at seeing me he asked me what I was doing home. I resented this man, this/Beast/Hog/Son Of a Bitch/Satan Spawned/Dirt Bag/ Skum/Mother Effer/ some more choice words, so much, I pretended not to hear him, I drank my soup and munched on my crackers. My pregnancy was early so I was not feeling well. He came over to me, towering over me, as how Napoleon Bonaparte would tower someone (lol, please get that joke, it is very funny) and asked again, short of ignoring him I could not pretend not to hear him as he was right there almost brushing my arm with his person, I decided to test him. I lied. I told him that I had done the abortion and that I was not feeling well, and that was why I was home. While I spoke all this, I held my head down, staring at my soup as I spoke, I could not look his face, as I lied to him, when I finished speaking, I heard nothing, no response, there was silence for a while and I decided to look up. Surprised, I looked harder and I saw what seemed to be some semblance of regret in his eyes, could it be that this monster had feelings?, I held my breath, I dared not speak, I did not want to lose the moment of thinking that Frankenstein had a soul which,I had began to think that Prison had stolen or perhaps the Grinch who stole Christmas. He broke the silence by saying, “I am sorry, I know you did not want to have the abortion, but the children are coming too quickly and we have so many things to do”, Lies all lies! I felt it deep down in my soul (I had one), that while he may have been feeling something in that moment it was not TOTAL REGRET OR EVEN REGARD FOR ME! I said nothing, I did not respond and he walked away.
I called 36 to come and get me to bring me to my shop and by this time he was laying down on the couch in the parlor, I took my bag up and headed for the door and he asked where I was going, I responded that I was going to work he got up and took his keys up ready to take me, but I stopped him by placing my hand on his chest, I looked him square in the eye and said softly, “let me tell you from now, and I have a very strong suspicion that what I am about to say will ruin your day, but I will say it anyway, I am pregnant, I did not do the abortion which you suggested, It is not about what you want, it is about me and my baby who I already love”. I walked away, I knew in my heart that our relationship would not last very long, there were to be one more child for this man (I had no idea of this), and then it all be over. I have never regretted walking away from him, but I love all my children. When my son was born he was the splitting image, the twin of the father, nothing for me, nothing. Jamaican people have a saying, an old wives tale so to speak, that when a woman is pregnant and the mother hates the father or anyone for that matter, the child comes out looking exactly like the person you hate, I proved it with this boy and the father, The stress which I went through with the pregnancy made my son hardly move for the eight months while I was pregnant, yes you read correct, eight months, I had him a month early, stress!!
The boy while in my belly hardly made a move, it was as if he knew the condition I was under and so he did not want to disturb me further or cause me any distress, and I was worried for him also because of this, all the other children played net ball and foot ball in my stomach but this one was quiet as a lamb. He weighed three pounds when he was born, all was well with him, just small (Mth he grew well in de nedda area mi proud fi sey, *wink*, caws nuh paw paw tree nuh de America) and he had to stay in the hospital for a month in an incubator. As he grew, he was quiet, he never gave any trouble none of them did, and he tried not to ask me for anything or distress me in anyway. He would do as I asked and he never argued back or asked me why if I requested anything of him. He aimed to make me happy, because of how he was with me there were times when I ignored him. There were times when he would ask me for something and I would say yes, I will do it or give it and while the other children would have reminded me if I never did it, or if I took too long, he never reminded me of anything. He would ask and if he did not get it, he let it alone. Often times it would be months when I would remember and when I asked him why he never said anything, he would say that he did not want to bother me. I felt bad. He grew and stilled maintained to be the splitting image of his father, which meant he was extremely handsome, the father, I cannot tell a lie even though I want to, was a handsome man.
Of all my children this boy, asked the least of me and did the most for me. I want to say this all my children, except one, are similar in this behavior in which I am their first priority and they love me almost as how they loved their God, but the exception with this boy is that he will deny himself food, if he comes home and I cook and he is hungry and I am sleeping, he will not disturb my sleep for me to give it to him. I have a rule in my house, that nobody goes into my pot, if they do I will not eat from it. So they know when food is cooked, I am the one to share. When it comes to loving up and kissing up the children which I do often, he is often times left out, because he is so quiet I use to forget that he was there. I have since realized that, because I did it unintentionally, and so I had a heart felt discussion with him and told him that I realize that for years, I took it for granted that he was there because of him being so quite, I asked him to do the most for me, because he did not sigh, grumble or hem and haw, he did the most and I neglected him the most. I worried about that, it played on my conscience and so I prayed and asked for guidance in making it up to him. He never complained if he went to the shop a hundred times for the day and he did. He alone would go to the shop for me, take out the garbage while the other galiss one, (galiss is a Jamaican word which means, men who like many women) my other son laid in bed speaking on the phone with his girlfriends, and this one did all the work. In recent years I have made it up to him, I have become more attentive, I preempt his needs before he asks for anything, I hug him more and share him the largest plate at dinner time, he enjoys my cooking and tells me that I will have to teach his wife to cook like me. The idea of sharing my son, this quiet one, (with the other, de horse done gone choo de gate) with a wife, oh my God, will I be like Marie from everybody loves Raymond?
It is important to show your love, if you love someone let it show in you actions. This blog is about spirituality and every aspect of it and without love which is the strongest emotion what use is there for life as we know it? Here on this blog, we send out love and light always to each other and while we may not know each other in the flesh there is a camaraderie here which makes us feel for each other as if we were in fact related which in fact we are, spiritually. We are all related spiritually, all of who blogs daily with us did not find the site by chance, we were all placed here by our Ori and our guides. The other day a blogger emailed me and asked me to call her, I did, she said that she did not feel my love anymore on the site from me, she said she felt neglected and that she was hurt and she even cried about it. I was at first touched that she was troubled at the thought that I had neglected her, which I hurriedly told her no not at all, but touched at the fact that she did feel my love on the site enough for her to react when she thought that is was withdrawn. Her speech showed me that regardless of the computer and us operating and congregating through cyber world, love was/is felt by us all. That, to me is a great thing!
There is something special about quality instead of quantity. I am a Jamaican woman, who is an Initiate into an African Religion, who blogs about it and tells of sacrifice and of Obeah and Juju and witchcraft and of my wicked baby father and horrible sisters, beautiful children and of Africa and of my fears, hopes and courage, of my dreams, and nostalgic memories of my sweet home Jamaica, and I am quirky and funny, I joke and I laugh, I sing and I play music, I DJ on the blog, talk about cats doing the rukumbine and men using the Jamaican paw paw tree to “grow” and all sorts of stuff, yet I have found on this site bloggers who are like mined, who all have fun with me and my quirky ways, and who are all fun loving people also…wonderful!
To the blogger who felt neglected (for one day, yuh too damn spoil), I love you honey, I do. There is nothing that you can do to remove my love and appreciation from you (unless tek mi man, homey don’t play that!). Love is the most significant element of happiness, we need to know that when love is about, we are happy. In matters of the heart and with any relationship people will have their ups and downs but love conquers all. We need to show appreciation for all the people in our lives who we love and have deep feelings for, too often we neglect the people we love or take them for granted as I did my son. Words do not show love or tell of its realness, it is the actions by which we will know, as the saying goes, “Actions speaks louder than words” and that is true. We love God and all that we have around us in possessions and in family (for some), take the time out to rub your wife’s feet when she comes home from work or rub his feet when he comes home, geem de wickedest slam when night come, I will not translate dat, lol, do not give bun! Call your mother or father out of the blue and invite them to lunch, buy a family member a gift, call your friend and tell him or her that you were just thinking about them, show your love, send flowers, or write a love note, hug someone today, It is important.
Live, love laugh. Share with me today a love story, I have always shared mine, do in kind and give me something to read, I implore you!
Olójú kan kìí mọ’yì Ọlọ́run à fi tí nǹkan bá gbọ̀n sí. /
A person with only one good eye is seldom thankful to God, until a speck enters the eye…..Yoruba Proverb!
[Remain grateful in every situation.]
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…Obara Meji!
Bubblez mi still feel bad. Mi girl I hope you get that job…
What’s up with this new plane…
I hope you feeling better Mth…hugs…
also Mth hope yu feel betta hunny drink sum mint or ginga tea. mind is yu preggo M a yu 1 av all di suitors n long lost ex lol
Ekaso Nunu mamerrrrrrrrr dat mi seh too smh mi tink russia shoot down di next malaysian flight if mi eva si malaysian a come fi mi mi tek off runninnnnnn aye sah
MTH mi waa yu stap call mi name wid belly n baby eno doan do it lol if mi eva tell yu how long mi a keep to mi seh yu drap outa di ppl office chair
Sup M, Yazz, kia how unoo doing?
Good afternoon fam! Man Malaysian airline is so bad lucky another plane went down over the Ukraine, 280 passengers dead
Bubblez love wad up? Mi yah man, mi feel bad…(like when yu have young belly). Bout 3 weeks now mi a feel suh. Mark it dubg 10, smaddy pregnant but maybe dem nuh now…Bubblez check yu self….
Mi naah wash out mi mouth pan nuh baddy but mi have a strong feelings sey a Ty…Normally pregnancy rolls in 3s..Brenda, Ty and Bubblez!!!!
Ekasoooooooo fambo love n light to each a yu n ur families
Obara wi a wait patiently…nuh rush nuh fuss
Ty thanks fi di praya it was felt ina mi spirit. appreciate every word. dats why mi seh nuh rush cah dat tardiness save yu ere ma Yazzy Yaz papa love is a special kinda a love. mi glad yu enjoyed it an him loved sharing dat love wid yu an him family. M afternoon sunshine how yu neva si mi teef ur blue pumps fi mi interview today. eeeh late night a chat to wharra cho sleep mi drap sleep last night wid out seh ekale
I feel goood *sing out* dancin n twirling
Respect fi dat chune Yazzy!!!!
vent Yazzy vent!!..I have plenty to do today and I am currently writing today’s post, mi soon come, prefect rally back nuh mi miss yuh
Mommy O, mi done vent ya now man!!
Right ya now mi feel nice! Right ya now mi happier than a swine inna ****
Right ya now I wanna shout out all my sweeties here. Hol’ an pan dis…
http://youtu.be/HDan4GiflkA
I am a morning person…Mi like pass thru di lane fi si wey a gwan. Teach mussi busy a write today’s post.
Mi a study and a peep same time. I can’t wait for our trip to Mama Africa!!!
Teach I wudda love yu put mi in charge a di redista. Cause dem ppl yah start cum a school late. Nunu she caan wake a mawning time. Bubblez love stay up late a chat to man pan fone suh shi caan wake a mawning time.
Das why mi miss Brenda. Brenda might likkle bit baddish now, but shi a good girl nonetheless.
Lmaoo @ MTH. I use to be the morning person but I’m now gonna be present mostly at nights, however, mi ago try fi show mi cute face a mawnin time jus fi peep een fi see weh mi de miss!
grung pred whey… yu naave nutn name behavior hehehehehe looooool
Ty, you were spared, bless the Lord.
Yazzy, big up papa. Papa to di world. Papa a di real man.
Ekaro Mommy O. Ekaro my other sweeties. “Love is more than saying the words”
The more I repeat these words…. the more tearful I feel. My mind races with many memories of my childhood in Jamaica.
At 10 months old, I was left by my mom, with her parents, as my mother migrated. I had the world’s greatest maternal grandparents. Oh my Gosh man. I discovered LOVE thru their eyes. Mama and papa LOVE da pickney ya is a shame! I speak of my LOVELY grandmother quite often as she is one of my WURL CLASS OOMAN!!! but today I wanna talk about my granddaddy! PAPA!!! THE WORLD CLASS MAN OF ALLLLLLLL TIME!! (YOWW!! Where is KANYE WHEN YA NEED HIM SON?? )
Kanye: “Imma letchu finish BUT YAZZY had THE BESTEST WORLD CLASS MAN OF ALLLLLLLL TIME!!!!!!!”
He’s my WORLD CLASS MAN because he is the ONLY man that has ever graced my life that gave me his unconditional love and never asked for anything or tried to take anything in return. He’s my world class man because he is the ONLY man in my life that looked at me and never saw a piece of meat. He’s my world class man because he’s the ONLY man in my life that protected me from like a Lion and his cub. The way he loved me, he spared the rod and spoiled the child. He’s the man I think about when I date. His character is what I look for in men I date. He was blessed with only girls. Four girls and NEVA EVA EVA has he ever violated their bodies or their minds. While others may take this for granted, this to me, speaks volumes. In his love, is where I found altruistic love from a man. In his love, is how I learnt how men should treat their ladies. In his love I saw how daughters can genuinely love their dad’s with their innocence intact. In his eyes, I saw compassion. In his arms, I was secure. In his home…. I was at peace. My spirit was content. In his mind, I was his pride and joy. His little putus. In his words, I found real knowledge and wisdom. In his actions I, YAZZY, knew what real LOVE IS.
I honor you, MY PAPA OOOO!!! I even went out and legally dash weh mi surname and REPLACED it with yours! Undeniably one of my greatest decisions of ALLLLLLL TIME!!!!
I LOVE YOU!!!
Obara, thanks for this platform to rant and vent! Lolol…. now let me go dry my tears….
I love this story…Yazzy you are special and lucky to have had Papa…hugs…
and you will have long love TY, aseeeee
ASE, ASE, ASE!!!
ASE!!
aseeeeeeeeeee gbe! bwoy Ty you pray like a real Yoruba, lol
lol…I started my day with fasting, prayer and mediation…and let me tell you I feel nice…
Even more important because of all this things I did this morning, I was late…I am not ususally late…on my usual driving route to work there was a HUGE accident…I sent up more prayers of thanksgiving because my life was spared….
GOD is an awesome GOD…
Ekaro fambo. Gwan stay strong. Ty, my cup cake big up yuself mi darling. Kiss dem babies for me…Have a great day and may everything good finds itself to you.
Thank you my pardie…I am praying for everyone today…
Ekaro mi family…
Obara…ore j ore…I meditated and prayed with cardamom seeds this morning as you had mentioned in a previous post…WOW!!!
Thank Obara Meji for that!
Love and light to everyone…
May god give you all the strength you need today…May you be surrounded by your guiding white enlightened spirits, and your ancestors…May Your head lead your way and you not waver…May Orunmilla continue to rain down wisdom on us all…May Esu open ways for us and make things possible…May Osun my sweet mother, sweeten our life’s journey and nourish us with her sweet water,..May Ogun and Osoosi be by our sides to fight any battles we may face…May Yemoja and Olokun continue to share their knowledge …May all the other Orishas and forces of nature be our guiding principles…
Long life, good health, love, happiness, and prosperity to you all my fambo…
Ase, ase, ase!!!
Ase!!
Obara if you say homey don’t play that one more time you are going to kill with laughter. I tell you I forgot about that line, yo, you have brought it back to life. I laugh until I am Weak everytime I see it. Lol. Odaro everyone! Sending love and light to each and everyone of you.
Yazzy, I was really touched by ur comments about my friend. I try to honour him everyday. Nas can confirm what a gentle soul he his.
Nunu gwan hold di fort. Gonna shut me eyes for a minute and honour Yemoja and do my affirmation. Love and light mi fambo…
I hope YW sees how him unleash dis fambo ting an everybody a run wid it…Mi notice Ty, Yazzy, Bubblez, Teach and Nunu wid dis fambo ting…Lion Paw mi fambo…Have a great night….
Mr. Nile, enjoy di ress a yu earth strong…
Night M in the morrows
Night everybody!!
Night Nunu boo! Yuh gone bed ya now?
No yazz, it was a yail up
Bwouy, mi slow ee Nunu. Lol
Yow Yazzy I am so greatful for Mr. G. He is a nice person. Nas loves him and she was floored by him gentleness towards me and Little M.
Bubblez, nuh watch nuh face. I come here for the love and friendship. Ty your stories were amazing as usual.
Teach I would love to hear about Ruthibell and the spirit that comes around when you are cooking.
Nas dropping me home so she will come on later…
Two if your bags MTH?
Me second dat M!!!
MTH, he’s family. When someone gives you their heart, cherish the blessing and return the love. When you genuinely big him up daily like dis… anyweh him de your love is with him.
Teach, I was wondering why 2 of the bags kept coming back to shore?
Yazzy, mi gay friend a fi mi one numo…Him seet yu si. Nice bwoy…
Bubblez, mi order up some steam fish and bammy. A few lobsters and some conch soup..Stay suh mi fambo…
MTH, nuh seh a wud baby love. Mi know dem way de bra bra. A fi yuh numo mi gyal. Lololol!! Mi love him fi yuh. Mi happy he’s a part of your life. Lion paw fi my yout…
Niceeeee
Goodnight I am MTH’s friend. She has been telling me about the blog and has taught me a few things. She told me about honoring Yemojaj and we agreed to go today.
For the past week, I really did not have any money at all, I was so glad to prove this Yemoja. While in the car we were talking about how I did not have any money. I did not even have money to pay on the toll. As we pulled up to the beach, I lifted the arm rest and there was money. Mind you, it was not a whole lot, but sufficient enough to do a few things. Yemoja rewarded us even before we honored her.
EPA Yemoja…
Welcome Nas…
People when you honor Yemoja we say EPA YEMOJA!!! Thank you Nas and welcome, yemoja will provide big things even more for you
Night Nunu
Good night welcome NAS Yemoja omi oooo thanks for sharing. Plz visit often
EPA Yemoja!!!!! I can’t wait to honor you omi ooo!
NAS, welcome!!! I’m so happppppy for uuuu!!
Howdy Nas! Welcome
Yagga yow mi parrie…Just a come from Hellshire Beach. Mi guh pay Yemoja har respect. When mi touch di beach, beach di ruff and water cole like ice. Mi gi Yemoja some flowers and onion me an mi frien bring fi har. Water got a bit calmer and warm. Mi haffi sey a you dat, Yemojah. When it come time fi dash out di sugar, when yu lost pickney, a ova di whole a dem dey.
Wi walk out di whole a di beach until wi fine some wey. Wi dash out di sugar and two (of the fourteen) was up back…
My friend NAS will come and share har story…Unno mek har feel welcome.
EPA Yemoja!!!
Mi love di story Mth
Rope in Nas, we welcome you here…hugs all around..
Yooowwww MTH, mi love off yuh gay fren eenuh. Waaappen, share him nah?? What a man love you and your Lil sweetie. I love the respect btw you two. I live for it… it’s a blessing. I like your love story.
Yemoja!! I can’t wait to hear more awesome experiences. Weh wi new linky, NAS, de?? We ready eenuh!
Yemoja oooo M u cudden bring nuh steam fish n bammy fi Nile pawty lol welcome NAs come feel at home with ES
Ekale my loving family Obara M Nunu Ty Yw Nile Yazzy Cami Cas Toy Amh Lady T Cgoh Shawny Oguntunde ES fambo unno is special to me. I feel so loved here, i just come faithfully to see everyone n feel the love that radiates from this blog. I havent felt this loved in awhile so i thank u and return the love. Love n light fi all a unno n all yu hold dear.
Hey Kiaaaaaa!
Kia Boo. More love and light right back at you sweetie.
Hey Kiab
Some topic suggestions
1. More Yoruba lessons, we haffi prepare fo Africa
2. More odu stories or patakis…
Ok great, I will do that Ty
Yazzy ah gwine put de comments in full tomorrow, lol
Mommy O, your love for your children is absolutely beautiful.
You know what I LOVE about you?? Here you are an Accomplished woman, a scholar (ya darn sure ya are.. yuh nuh need the likes of society to confirm that you are indeed a scholar), you’re an amazing traditionalist, an dangerously sweet spiritualist, A WOMAN OF GOD, a lover of people, a giver, an educator, a medium, a comedian, a friend, a daughter, a sister… Lawd gash, di list too long man cho.. mi a stop ya suh… yuh know I would be here for days…
But my point is, you wear the many hats above and then some… but the best hat you wear is that of a MOM. That’s your major role. Chuss me, not even an Oscar would have been note worthy for this. Now, mi know seh ya hottaz, and yuh young and rae rae.. but I love that your best hat is your MOMMY OBARA MEJI hat! And what I LOVE about you is that it’s your most humbling hat/role. In spite of being everything else that you are… you’re still a mom first… but not just any mom… your the mom that acknowledges that your kids are your parents. This for me, has always been a humbling act of humility and grace.
I love you!!!
So true Yazzy…
Awwww, I love you too Yazzy
de odda day mi ah look chu some ole comments and found these one when me GG and maniac did, ah grung mi land look yah
Obara Meji
Jul 01, 2011 @ 08:38:13 Edit
GGGodazzzzzzzz! mi hear yuh ah call mi from dung de road!!!,mi nuh know whey mainy deh, mi did see har ah screechie wid de coolie bwoy from dung de lane laas night, yuh know ah who man, de tall goodlooking yute, whey have de bandy leg and play foot ball fi jungle, whey dem sey him a rude yute and ah him did breed Patsy whey sell fish dung a town dawta Michelle, de batterey bait gal whey use to inna statement crew, whey Stacy statement did beat tru she did ah tek bad man Bunny, and it di tun out sey de pickney ah neva de coolie bwoy own, cawsen sey ah did jackit and him did beat har narly kill har pon Sint. Joseph road man, ah Dolly from pretty from we bawn crew, did haffi beg fi har and baby coffin foot Shirley did go call police mek de bwoy did haffi run man and from dat him hate har germs buckit Michelle!!, yeah ah him draw whey maniac last night, mi deeven know if ah by gun point caws mi did to much inna de fight whey barnaid Irma bruk wid big ooman fatty from de dry cleana, caws irma kecth fatty ah chat har!…….mi deh ya GG soon come mi ah put in mi post, ah 4 o’colck mi go ah bed dis morning !!!
Gog3tt3r
Jul 01, 2011 @ 08:49:21 Edit
Obara suh yuh never tell Maniac seh him nuh hab nuh hood and him bruk and just him bandyleg and cute face him hab..
Obara Meji
Jul 01, 2011 @ 09:08:06 Edit
Wara GG??…ah wi cuss and galang bad enuh….GG mek ah tek time tawk fah mi nuh waan informa Dottie hear, fah yuh know fi har mout nu join church!, how mi fi tell de ooma dat, han mi nuh know bout,! Cutie desrine whey wuk inna de pattie shop, did pinch mi and tell mi but she neva sey it lickle, she sey it sofy, sofy but ah tru him smoke de whole heap ah weed, and mi tell har sey ah lie dat cwasen sey stiff rod Mike smoke a ton ah weed every day an yuh hear him name??, plus a ME yuh waan bad man come knock out, tru mi a pred ruma pon him name…mi hear sey him ave one house a gun, GG..nuh mix mi!! do GG nuh mix mi!!
Gog3tt3r
Jul 01, 2011 @ 09:22:5
a dry up foot dawn mi hear talk it n yuh kno she tek everymissa baddy suh u kno seh it a come from good source
Lolol, what a convoluted pieca mix up dat yuh an GG did a gwaan wid teach! Suh how it did work out wid Mainy an di coolie yute lol
Dayyyyuuum! Hahahahahaha!! Now that’s the way yuh season a pot! Miss Maniac bad ya now…
Yw 1 2 and soon 3, Nunu yuh too funny
send on tomorrows topic y’all
What about Rubybell? A suh shi name? I call for something on the realms
Or maybe another Orisha, Ogun aka the Mighty
This site is so full of love… I feel in everyone’s post… Obara is in love with love, her love spilling over, her warmth infectious…Mth, love her kids and everybody, she is my pardie and she full a vibes….Yazzy just light up di place when she roll in…Nunu, Cogh, Mumzy, Amh is the ultimate family, love deh there can done….Kiab bubbly and always giving out love…Nile love everyone and the universe, him will sacrifice him all for his family…Cami we know you mushy no matter how you waan gwaan…Toy, me know your love Nuff…Cas we miss you and know the love real…Maniac and Sharlenrose, hurry up and come back…Shawnyrob and Oguntunde show we love and makes us want to be better…Safo, Lady T when unno dip in we get so excited…Peepers keep coming…we love you too
If me forget anybody please call me out, me have Nuff more love and hugs to share…
I am honored to be around such a wonderful set of people…many times as we traverse thru life we often wonder if there are still good people out there…thank you all for making me still believe in good people…
Thank you Ty, that made me feel warm and fuzzy, I love all of you, wi love you and Yw and Yw jr 1,2 and soon to be 3!
Donna, Trojan, Vanessa, Dream too! ♡♡♡
lol, mi self ah me pay fi de venue
Arite den everyting done set up suh wi juss waiting on di guest of honor
mi deh yah now mama and papa, jus tek yuh han from yuh jaw
Teach a wha yuh deh carry come a Missa Nile pawty?
Nuh true Cam
An one more roun de road ah wait fi yuh Ty
Wha yuh seh Teach!!!! Ty daughter want mek an appearance
Ok next story…As a child I never wanted children…I constantly heard from my mom how getting pregnant as a teenager was difficult …. I also had some nasty aunts who were very fertile and because I was a loving child would tell me that I was going to breed young and Nuff…
When I got pregnant with my first son I was worried and unsure, because I had believed that because I had put it in the universe for me not to have children that I would have many issues… I had an easy pregnancy, easy labor and easy delivery…he was perfect…I love him dearly …
I went on to have another son who I love also…so here is this person who thought she would never have children or be a mother, with 2 wonderful boys… I tell them I love them constantly…
Lawd Ty yuh have mi a sigh over here…sigh
Nunu you not alone, sis. The mommy love stories make me sigh and hope.
Unoo mek mi deh consida yah now. I wish I could experience some a that ♥♥♥sweet love. Big up to the mumzy and Cg still, cause a me and them from day one ♡
Big up Cgoh and Mumzy…Nuff love to dem…you are very lucky to have them…
I have no brothers or sisters…
Thanks Ty
Not sure which story to share, will give this one…the love of my father…
My father is the 3rd child of 12 children…my grandmother had him with a married man, she claims that she did not know that my fathers dad was married at the time…hmmm…well he grow up without knowing who his dad was…when he asked my grandmother she would tell him his father is God…he left home at 14 to go work, was successful…when he was 18, his dad tried to contact him, he refused to make contact…
He had me when he was 23 and vowed to be the best dad he could be…I am his only child…he calls me every day at 6 pm to just say he loves me and find out how my day is going…he may not be perfect and had a learning curve to be a good father, but I must say he loves me…and I love him too…
That is so beautiful Ty, God bless him, I LOVE stories about good fathers, maybe because mi neva have one, and also black men get a bad rep for the most part based on what’s put out there you’d swear no rightid black fathers nuh deh bout. Big up Daddy Ty!
Thank you Nunu…
Hi Nunu, once me awake me de bout.
Ty! your grandma is oh so fiesty…she say god is your grandfather? lol That’s an original right there. If she still around when yah hug har fling in an extra cause I love sharp tongue women.
Lol…Cami she sample…she did well an know who him father is…
Hey Nunu and Mth…wassup…here catching up…
Send in your topics guys
For a post teach?
Ty yuh nah drop off sumn for Mr. Nile party ova suh? Mi already beg Yw fi a jug a rum punch
I will bring di cake, red velvet…I will also bring di cess,..
Alright Ty mi dem two off di list, lol
Lol, mi know M, mi deh a bringle chue mi cyaan share no story, so mi bright miself and dash di blame pon poor teach who nuh have nutten fi duh wid mi lack of “love story” all di mumzy she deh laugh afta mi
Obara, I must say that the love here on Esp is palpable…
We love you cannot dun…we love you for you…
When you right about your children it warms our hearts…hugs to you…
LOVE and light to you all…
Yailings Ty!
Hey fambo…the love thick here on Esp…
For the blogger who felt neglected, we love u baaad…Nuff love always…mek we know anytime you extra love…
Mth, old fire stick easy fi ketch…
Lawks Nunu, mi nuh bex wid yu. A show mi a show off.
Yes teach!!! Yuh guh ask question wha mi cyaan answer,an show mi up, seet deh now M nah buss di likkle secret. And di one Cami she juss drop off a pocket change an gawn
Teach mi a guh tell u one numo. Mi naah tell Nunu cause all now Nunu nuh bus fi har story…
Teach Mr. Ex an mi did a talk. Just light civil convo. Nuh looking nor such delight. We both just want a friendship.
Nunu mi touch road
Teach yuh si how yuh mek M come bex wid mi
No M mi nuh like hear that yuh ftiend sound like such a nice yute mk nuh want nutten happen to him
Me!!! Nunu, yuh wicked eeh
Mth what happen
Evening Teach
wha happen
Mi giddy yah now…Mi naah tell unno why, just know sey an everlasting smile dey pan mi face…
Did someone say love and light for MTH? I feel like a like a million darts of love was released on me…
M yuh nuh know seh a always rainbows and unicorns over here
M yuh deh keep secret from wi ova ya?
Nunu him sed one mi get didream bout. I appreciate him so much as he might not be around that long.
Lol, Cami
Group hug for the person who felt left out…Some people say that I am a meany, but the creator help you if I like/love you, lol.
Obara, I can’t go into the emotional bank go withdraw today…lol. That withdraw can be oh so draining; I just gave the unknown blogger what’s in my “purse”.
Here is my love story.
My gay friend and I are very close. We have some an awesome friendship. People have told us that we look like a married couple. Children at the nursery when they see him the will say to Little M your daddy is here. Little M really loves him and she hugs him every morning when her drops her off and every evening when he picks her up.
The new aunties at the nursery think that she is his daughter and one day when I called to check on her, they told me her dad was just there.
Sometime I reflect on how bad my friend had treated me and out of nowhere this friend has come and has been such a great friend to me and my daughter. He is gentle when he deals with me and he makes a big fuss when it comes to my daughter and I.
In his world, I am the most important woman (next to his mom of course). His treatment towards me reminds me of just how special I am. I could never date a man who does treat me the way this platonic friend treats me. He has lifted the bar very high and for that I am grateful…Along the way I had forgotten just how special I am…
M this is not the friend yuh had the dreams for?
Mi agree wid yuh right there
Yeah, but right about now as much as mi still a carry a small torch fi him, mi more focussed on my spirituality. There are somethings wey mi a pree…
Nunu a juss me and yu one dey yah, run yu love story nuh…Mi dey yah man, mi a listen…
Mi nuh got none mumz, neva have a man
M mi juss si whe yuh seh yuh get shy.lol, M a blush yuh did a blush ova di phone?
Teach God bless your quiet son and 36…
Yard man nuh generally short enno, suh mi juss draw fi dat ele.
Nunu it look like a mi an yu one numo dey yah…Mek wi gwan talk yaah…
It seems suh, teach feel romantic and gawn
Lolol M a wha yuh deh seh bout di yaad man dem, run een Ele!
Mi get shy…Mi a sey a sign an wonder…Mi inna this job for almost 9 weeks and di man neva call nuh meeting and as di youte a guh call mi meeting. Meeting productive but it cunna di kip last week, next week etc…
Obara haffi guh tell mi if mi fi call him back…LOL
Teach mek me be dijudge of that!!!! A joke mi a mek yaah..(No a joke mi a mek sey a joke mi a mek).LOL
Suh wha mek yuh neva call back M?
Mi know unno nuh waan hear nutten from mi but mi caan help it…
A little over a month ago my favourite ex sent me a “what’s app message’ in error. (now I had my pic up and he made a mistake…yeah right)…We ‘talk’ occassionally.
Today, we texted each other and said we would call and speak officially. Just as homeboy was to call me. My boss came out and said he wants a meeting will all the Supervisors. Mi sey a wad di blood fire diss…After me an him nuh talk fi years as di man a draw back fi mi, meeting call…A sign or wonda dis?
Come out a di meeting and sure enough there was a miss call. Mi a guh low him, maybe a mi Egbe dem nuh want it…Boy look good and tun up like wow.
None ah dem doe need no Paw paw tree, I proud ei si!
barra whara kine ah dawkas NUNU!
Lolol, teach yuh mek mi fraid a yuh yah now!
Nunu yu should a si mi face a bwal when mi dey read, when mi si Teach a draw up di smaddy an sey shi will always love di smaddy unless di smaddy tek har man cause homey dont play dat. I laugh yu fennay…
Nuh true M!!!! A teach seh shi nuh ramp!!! Dem cant even borrow di dawkas and tek a prips, Teach wi tear dem up same way, lol
Teach, my co-workers are convinced that I have deep issues…I started crying then all of a sudden, one dutty nasty bad wud fly outta mi mouth. (Memba sey dem know sey mi nuh too lang baptize).
Teach, how yu love di fuc*ry suh??? I laugh tell a piss up miself when mi si yu write bout yu son wey nuh need fi know bout paw paw tree.
Grung…
Teach wha kinda love story yuh taking bout?
God bless yuh son teach, mi can juss picture him seh now; despite all your troubles the Lord gave yuh some beautiful children( the other young man go come roun’ ) mi nuh done read yet but mi haffi laugh and pause up whe yuh seh yuh wi dash out di love, (but collar smaddy di man tief dem!) Lol