August 14, 2014 Obara Meji 160Comment

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When I was growing up in Jamaica, although I grew to see my mother and my father together and I loved both, I had a strong admiration for my mother. If you read many of my posts you will see in them how much I love and respect my mother. She may not have done  everything “right” by me all the time while I was growing up, but as I am now who I am as Obara Meji and have certain understanding of life and its inner workings, I realize that not only was she my mother, she was also one of my greatest teachers, she set me on my way and taught me many things in life which I still apply today as well as teaching others and also my most beloved children.

Today I am not feeling well, but I will be fine, it is due to what women face every time which is what affecting me. My wish is to lay in bed all day and for the next couple of days until I feel better, but I still have to keep it moving, things have to get done, after they are finished I can relax.

Women do not always get the credit we deserve, and over time we have been demonized and vilified for just being us, viewed as sex objects most of the times, and regarded as nothing more that a breeding bag and a house keeper, regardless of our jobs, profession, intellect or education.

The bible seems to have no use for us and it makes the statement so clear in showing up our wily ways in outsmarting the dominant man (lol).  A very silly and dumb Adam being outsmarted by his much younger whore of a wife Eve. If the Bible were to be believed, (its a funny story but BS to me, and if you read it again with an open mind, you will begin to smell the horse manure) Eve, having been born from Adams Rib, and handed over to him as wife, both were warned by God not to eat the “fruit” and one day bad gal Eve jus sey Whara, but si yah Why? and did what the Lord say not to do, she found the fruit extremely sweet and tempted Adam to eat from it and fool fool (this word mean stupid, AMH) him guh nyam it, and the rest is history.

I say Eve was not the one to be blamed, but the stupidest person in the Garden was to be, one of two, and it was not Eve so you guessed it!

Then there was Delila (mi love har name), Good old Samson was so strong in physical strength that the steroids may have shrunk his brain or kill off his brain cells, there he was beating off and killing the philistines, bad from him bawn and was fell by the wiles of a woman??, who betrayed him for money.  Again Delila is suppose to look bad according the the bibles portrayal of her, but to me she was just a smart business woman, who happened to be evil and love money, he fell for the wrong girl, ish happens, a girl has got to eat.

The witch Jezebel (Love that name also), who ruled the hell out of her husband the story goes as follows;

Naboth’s Vineyard

21 Some time later there was an incident involving a vineyard belonging to Naboth the Jezreelite. The vineyard was in Jezreel, close to the palace of Ahab king of Samaria.Ahab said to Naboth, “Let me have your vineyard to use for a vegetable garden, since it is close to my palace. In exchange I will give you a better vineyard or, if you prefer, I will pay you whatever it is worth.”

But Naboth replied, “The Lord forbid that I should give you the inheritance of my ancestors.”

So Ahab went home, sullen and angry because Naboth the Jezreelite had said, “I will not give you the inheritance of my ancestors.” He lay on his bed sulking and refused to eat.

His wife Jezebel came in and asked him, “Why are you so sullen? Why won’t you eat?”

He answered her, “Because I said to Naboth the Jezreelite, ‘Sell me your vineyard; or if you prefer, I will give you another vineyard in its place.’ But he said, ‘I will not give you my vineyard.’”

Jezebel his wife said, “Is this how you act as king over Israel? Get up and eat! Cheer up. I’ll get you the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite.”

So she wrote letters in Ahab’s name, placed his seal on them, and sent them to the elders and nobles who lived in Naboth’s city with him. In those letters she wrote:

“Proclaim a day of fasting and seat Naboth in a prominent place among the people.10 But seat two scoundrels opposite him and have them bring charges that he has cursed both God and the king. Then take him out and stone him to death.”

11 So the elders and nobles who lived in Naboth’s city did as Jezebel directed in the letters she had written to them. 12 They proclaimed a fast and seated Naboth in a prominent place among the people. 13 Then two scoundrels came and sat opposite him and brought charges against Naboth before the people, saying, “Naboth has cursed both God and the king.” So they took him outside the city and stoned him to death.14 Then they sent word to Jezebel: “Naboth has been stoned to death.”

15 As soon as Jezebel heard that Naboth had been stoned to death, she said to Ahab, “Get up and take possession of the vineyard of Naboth the Jezreelite that he refused to sell you. He is no longer alive, but dead.” 16 When Ahab heard that Naboth was dead, he got up and went down to take possession of Naboth’s vineyard.

17 Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the Tishbite: 18 “Go down to meet Ahab king of Israel, who rules in Samaria. He is now in Naboth’s vineyard, where he has gone to take possession of it. 19 Say to him, ‘This is what the Lord says: Have you not murdered a man and seized his property?’ Then say to him, ‘This is what the Lord says: In the place where dogs licked up Naboth’s blood, dogs will lick up your blood—yes, yours!’”

20 Ahab said to Elijah, “So you have found me, my enemy!”

“I have found you,” he answered, “because you have sold yourself to do evil in the eyes of the Lord. 21 He says, ‘I am going to bring disaster on you. I will wipe out your descendants and cut off from Ahab every last male in Israel—slave or free.[a] 22 I will make your house like that of Jeroboam son of Nebat and that of Baasha son of Ahijah, because you have aroused my anger and have caused Israel to sin.’

23 “And also concerning Jezebel the Lord says: ‘Dogs will devour Jezebel by the wall of[b]Jezreel.’

24 “Dogs will eat those belonging to Ahab who die in the city, and the birds will feed on those who die in the country.”

25 (There was never anyone like Ahab, who sold himself to do evil in the eyes of theLord, urged on by Jezebel his wife. 26 He behaved in the vilest manner by going after idols, like the Amorites the Lord drove out before Israel.)

27 When Ahab heard these words, he tore his clothes, put on sackcloth and fasted. He lay in sackcloth and went around meekly.

28 Then the word of the Lord came to Elijah the Tishbite: 29 “Have you noticed how Ahab has humbled himself before me? Because he has humbled himself, I will not bring this disaster in his day, but I will bring it on his house in the days of his son.”

Obara Meji continues her story

Jezebel was indeed stoned and the dogs licked her blood fi choot, but while I admit she was evil, wasn’t it the bad mind of Ahab  the King which started this whole thing, the woman was trying to please her husband! And pleased him, she did!

Women are excellent, we are life, we are the mothers, we are to be honored, revered, respected and loved, what the hell fling in Worship, yes I said worshiped! Why the hell not, when we are the ones to carry the belly and deliver it whether through vaginal delivery, C-section, having at times to contend with breech birth, and pickney whey nuh waan come out, ugly we up, then the dirty diapers and late night feedings making sure to sit up and breast feed, so our breasts do not end up looking like two wet socks or a pair of slippers! Then often times when the father may run (as in my case, no father for any of my kids), the women, real women (there are some bad ones) will not leave their child/children, come hell or high water, it is very hard for a woman to abandon her child.

Every now and again I get in a mood where I honor myself as a woman, a strong one and a proud one, able to hold everything down, hammer, nails, hard hat and all while still in my high heels and lipstick. I was in a car the other day and somebody made a bad move while driving and the driver who was driving my vehicle who was a man made the comment that almost every man makes when they see a bad driver on the road, “I bet you that is a woman”! I was highly offended, and it wasn’t a woman. I am always offended by these remarks, because I am a woman and an excellent driver. As a Jamaican I can say, Mi ah Boom driva! As a matter of fact there is much that I can do and do very well even better than that fellow over there.

My mother taught me a lot and when she saw I had gotten pregnant while still in High School, she said “get out”. Her Spirit knew that I would survive, I was the middle child, she pampered the older and the younger and was the hardest on me, which at times, when I stopped to think about it, I would cry, back then not now, but because of her actions I learned life the best way possible, and I returned to her with gifts and money and more love if that were possible. I even helped school  (teaching them about life) the ones she kept home with her and pampered. She set me on my path, for she was a loving and caring mother to me in the beginning, according to her my pregnancy brought her shame and disgrace, the baby brought me joy and fun.

I know now that this was how my life was set up and even though she looks like the bad guy here, she really is not, she did what had to be done in order for me to become who I am whether she was aware of it or not, I thank her!I want to share a Story with you about a great woman of Antiquity. Her name was Queen Anna Nizinga of Angola. Her story is impressive and as you read I want you all to share with all of us today your story of women who have affected your life, in a negative way or a positive way. If the story is negative, then tell if you have learned from it and what, if the story is positive please do the same. The woman can be someone you know, a famous person, or a Biblical or Koranic  or any religious figure, it can be anyone you choose. Iron sharpeneth Iron and the countenance of one brightens the other

Queen Anna Nzinga Of Angola

 

One of the great women rulers of Africa, Queen Anna Nzinga (circa 1581–1663) of Angola fought against the slave trade and European influence in the seventeenth century. Known for being an astute diplomat and visionary military leader, she resisted Portuguese invasion and slave raids for 30 years. A skilled negotiator, she allied herself with the Dutch and pitted them against the Portuguese in an effort to wrest free of Portuguese domination. She fought for a free Angola until her death at age 82, after which weak rulers left the country open for the Portuguese to regain control.

Here is one of her stories as there are many variations;

Queen Ana Nzinga of the Mbundu people of Angola, neé Ana de Sousa Nzinga, is one of Africa’s most prominent monarchs.

Born in 1583 to Kangela and King Ngola Kiluanji Kia Samba of the house of the Ndongo, young Ana would go on to become the queen of the Ndongo and Matamba Kingdoms in Angola in the 17th century.

Her name came from the Kimbundu verb “kujinga”, meaning twist or turn, and it was given to her because she was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. According to Ndongo tradition, this meant that she would be a proud and arrogant girl, and her mother was told that she would be queen of the lands one day.

She grew up with a brother, Mbandi, and two sisters, Kifunji and Mukambu. According to her, she was very close to her father, who took her to war and was allowed to watch on as he governed his kingdom; so she could learn how to be a monarch. However, she was born during a very tumultuous era for Angola, as it was being annexed by slave trading Portuguese sailors.

When England and France started to threaten the Portuguese Atlantic Slave trade, they decided to go further down and when they stumbled upon the kingdom, they were incapable of identifying or comprehending anything. In fact, they foolishly mistook the ruler’s title, “ngola”, for the name of the country, and hence dubbed it Angola – its current name.

In 1618, the Portuguese governor Mendes de Vasconcelos had built a fortress on Mbundu soil, as well as having stolen several people in order to cruelly go on and sell them. NgolaMbande, her brother, was in charge of the kingdom at the time and sent her as an envoy to the governor to demand that he immediately leave the lands and return the people he had enslaved, and also to stop hiring Imbangala mercenaries to raid their lands. The Portuguese wanted to force Ngola to become a subject of their lands, tearing apart their legacy. However, Nzinga overwhelmed him at the meeting and managed to secure a treaty granting them their legitimate and fair requests.

However, that was all just a fairy-tale. The cunning Portuguese never intended to honour their words of course, and did nothing that they had agreed to. Moreover, they accused Nzinga of poisoning her brother (who had allegedly committed suicide due to his fruitless effort to defend his lands) and declared that they would continue to violate Mbundu traditions. Nzinga became the regent for his young son Kaza,who had been residing with the Imbangala but was then killed.

In 1641, the now Queen of the Ndongo sent an embassy to the Dutch, who had worked together with the Kingdom of Kongo to conquer Luanda. She sought to punish the Portuguese for their treacherous behaviour and also recover some of the lands she had lost to them. She convinced the Dutch to agree to a deal, and she then moved her capital to the northern realms of her former domain, in Kavanga. The Portuguese had settled in Masangano, forming raiding parties to pillage and terrorize the outlying lands.

In Ngoleme, in 1644, she led an army to victory over the Portuguese, but failed to follow up on her victory and was defeated in 1646. Her sister and personal files were captured, and it was thus that the Portuguese discovered that one of Queen Nzinga’s sisters was working in the Kongo government as a spy. She had been relaying secret Portuguese plans to her sister, and they had been completely unaware of it the whole time.  Officially, she was executed, but rumours arose that she’d fled to modern-day Namibia.

With Dutch assistance, Queen Nzinga routed the Portuguese in a great victory in 1647. She pushed on to lay siege to Masango, but the Portuguese had brought a reserve Brazilian force that recaptured Luanda, weakening her power base. She fought the Portuguese invaders well into her 3rd age, but by 1657 she had seen enough of war, and enough of her people suffering.

She reluctantly signed a peace treaty with the Portuguese and focused her attentions of rebuilding her war-torn and starving kingdom. The question of succession was still unresolved, and she was adamant that it should not fall to the Imbangala. In her peace treaty with the Portuguese, she surreptitiously inserted a clause that bound the Portuguese government to the protection of her land’s heritage. She had no son to succed her, and tried to marry into the NgolaKaninifamly, but priests claimed he already had a life and the marriage was not allowed.

She slowly retired from active governance duties, and towards her later years, she would devote most of her remaining energy to helping women bear children free from any cultural or colonial trouble. She would also spend time making sure that children in the kingdom were well-fed and lived healthier lives.

O the 17th of December 1663, Queen Nzinga would die as one of Africa’s most respected monarchs. Without her iron will on the throne, the Portuguese quickly annexed the rest of her nation and expanded their criminal slave trade.

Today, she is widely loved in Angola and women often marry near her statue in Kinaxixi. She is one of, if not the greatest monarch Angola and Africa have ever had.

 

Here is another, in case the first one left some things out;

Queen Nzinga (Nzinga Mbande), the monarch of the Mbundu people, was a resilient leader who fought against the Portuguese and their expanding slave trade in Central Africa.

During the late 16th Century, the French and the English threatened the Portuguese near monopoly on the sources of slaves along the West African coast, forcing it to seek new areas for exploitation.  By 1580 they had already established a trading relationship with Afonso I in the nearby Kongo Kingdom. They then turned to Angola, south of the Kongo.

The Portuguese established a fort and settlement at Luanda in 1617, encroaching on Mbundu land.  In 1622 they invited Ngola (King) Mbande to attend a peace conference there to end the hostilities with the Mbundu.  Mbande sent his sister, Nzinga, to represent him in a meeting with Portuguese Governor Joao Corria de Sousa.  Nzinga was aware of her diplomatically awkward position.  She knew of events in the Kongo which had led to Portuguese domination of the nominally independent nation.  She also recognized, however, that to refuse to trade with the Portuguese would remove a potential ally and the major source of guns for her own state.

In the first of a series of meetings Nzinga sought to establish her equality with the representative of the Portugal crown.  Noting that the only chair in the room belonged to Governor Corria, she immediately motioned to one of her assistants who fell on her hands and knees and served as a chair for Nzinga for the rest of the meeting.

Despite that display, Nzinga made accommodations with the Portuguese.  She converted to Christianity and adopted the name Dona Anna de Souza.  She was baptized in honor of the governor’s wife who also became her godmother.  Shortly afterwards Nzinga urged a reluctant Ngola Mbande to order the conversion of his people to Christianity.

In 1626 Nzinga became Queen of the Mbundu when her brother committed suicide in the face of rising Portuguese demands for slave trade concessions.  Nzinga, however, refused to allow them to control her nation.  In 1627, after forming alliances with former rival states, she led her army against the Portuguese, initiating a thirty year war against them.  She exploited European rivalry by forging an alliance with the Dutch who had conquered Luanda in 1641. With their help, Nzinga defeated a Portuguese army in 1647.  When the Dutch were in turn defeated by the Portuguese the following year and withdrew from Central Africa, Nzinga continued her struggle against the Portuguese.  Now in her 60s she still personally led troops in battle.   She also orchestrated guerilla attacks on the Portuguese which would continue long after her death and inspire the ultimately successful 20th Century armed resistance against the Portuguese that resulted in independent Angola in 1975.

Despite repeated attempts by the Portuguese and their allies to capture or kill Queen Nzinga, she died peacefully in her eighties on December 17, 1663.

 

Méèló ni èèrà tó wípé aràn ńyọ òun l’ẹ́nu? /
How big is the ant that claimed that it’s being ailed by worms?…..Yoruba Proverb 

[Decrying inordinate arrogance]

All religions are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…..Obara Meji!

There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned…..Obara Meji!

 

 

 

 

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travail a domicile
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fantastic issues altogether, you just received a new reader.
What might you recommend about your submit that
you made some days in the past? Any positive?

Courtney
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Morning ALL! 🙂

Cami
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Morning Spiritual family. Happy Friday to you all. If onu nu see me- me gone sleep fi a bit. Why do I sleep so much, onu ask? lolololll… My occupational hours are odd and me is a house rat, a loner and a tv/African movie watcher. Onu know one African movie take days fi watch…dwl

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Happy Friday house rat Cami Cam! Lolol! I love being alone as well! I aint mad at ya! and what better way fi ‘kip yuh company dan some sweet piece a African entertainment! Hooked!

Sleep well!

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BTW, you held a very good session last night Yazzy ((high five)).

Soon come back

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Can’t sleep too well cause last week me report in late…lol Obara if night fall and me nu show wake me O. Cause I don’t want to feel yu wrath O.

Yazzy
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Hailmentz to the rest of the ESP Fam a.k.a my sweeties!! Special Holla Holla Holla @ dem boys! Peeperz…. Happy Friday! HAPPY WEEKEND errrrbadi!

MTH
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Morning Teach, AMH and all bloggers and peepers…

AMH
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Good Morning Fam! I loved this post Teach. I would like to share about some wonderful women in my life but work is very hectic. I will try later.

Yazzy
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Happy Friday AMH! Can’t wait to hear about this wonderful woman….

MTH
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Morning all…

Yazzy
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Happy Friday MTH!! Missed you!

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Good morning beautiful people sorry i missed out last night. I have house guest for bout a month now and was busy on di road wid dem.

Great memories unno have lol enjoyed reading bout everyones positive and negative teachers… Mrs. Hughes from the moment I saw her I knew she was royalty…such a regal queen. She was my 6th grade teacher and she did not play wid me. LOL Very stern lady but she meant no harm as she saw my potential before i knew it was there. I worked very hard to never let her down as I always felt she scrutinized my work harder. Mrs. Hughes helped me discover a whole new literary world and knowledge inside of books. I always enjoyed reading and still do today. I am definitely on board for a book club and would suggust a few books. A while back mommy called saying Mrs. Hughes had passed on and I remember being very sad even though I had not seen her for many years. I realize that she made a great impact on my life.

Mrs. Shake n Bake, Ican’t remember her name. I now realize she either had parkinson or was an alcoholic. She was the next teacher that encouraged my reading and writing skills. She said my imagination was very wild and she didn’t know where I get my stories from but I talk to much in her class. LOL Nuff times I had to set in the hall to finish writing my papers….alone. I would talk in the hallway to myself. Mrs. Shake n Bake would come out and shake her head. LOL

Then there was Ms. Virga hmmmm Algebra 1. Mi did hate math isi I don’t know if it was her or the math but I disliked her class something terrible. from mi likkle i could count my money an told har i don’t need to learn equations and dem rubbish deh. LOL I would skip her class an tek double lunch or go drivers ed for two periods. She see mi later an ask why I wasn’t in class. Nuff detentions mi get from she. I eventually settled down and passed her class. Mrs. Virga smiled at me all smug with her crooked nose saying “See you learned it!” Mi jus cut yeye and kmt!

Yes, mi did brite n facety still is…Hail Sango!!! There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned….

Big up all di women dem!! Mothers of the earth

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Happy Friday Kia boooo!!! Shout out to your former regal queen, Mrs. Hughes!

Mrs. Shake ‘n’ Bake tho?? Lolol yuh too bad! Hmmmmm

You and Courtney a bad gyal a school! Poor Mrs. Virga!! Atleast ya “got it” ya now! Pow!

Love how you closed with one of Obara Meji’s fav quotes of allll time! ..

“There are no disappointments in life… only lessons learnt” ….

boom bam bam CONNECT!! 😀

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Goodnight folks

Cami
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Good Night…pleasant dreams.

Courtney
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I’m back sorry went to the studio and finished late.

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His name was George Sidaros ,Chef and culinary wizard. I met this teacher during my time as a waitress in college. Me being an international student the only options I had for employment were work study programs at the school or to wait tables in the fine dining restaurant that was owned and operated by the school culinary department.

When I interviewed for the position I got hired right away and we were to spend two weeks in training At this time I knew nothing about the culinary industry and had no clue about anything related to fine dining. In walks our trainer and boss Chef George. Chef George was a very polished Egyptian man who spoke 5 languages, ran the entire airport food and beverage department, and most of all he was the nicest person one could ever meet.

He was the best teacher although he was so worldly he was never to big to polish glasses with us international students working for extra money and he would tell us stories about his upbringing in Egypt to his hellish experience in a French culinary school. He would teach us the art of folding napkins ( its a process!!) and how properly serve wine. He would encourage us to open our minds and explore everything.He taught us about food and wines and encouraged us to reach for the stars. He was on the road to becoming a Master Chef but he always remained humble and kind. To this day I had no better job than working under him and learning all he had to offer.

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I love that about your teacher Courtney! Worldly yet humble, people like that make you look forward to learning.I remember this professor I knew the man was a true academic but oh so high on himself and condescending; a real schmuck

Obara meji
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You are welcome Ty

Ty
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So good to have good teachers, especially the ones who leave a positive mark and wonderful memories…

I am off to bad sweeties…pleasant, sweet dreams to all

Thanks Obara for yet again a wonderful and stimulating blog…

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Night Ty

Yazzy
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Kia boo????? Where are u??

Yazzy
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I don’t wanna laff eenuh… and mi nah try crack nuh joke pan Ms. Wright … but I already formed this image in my head of her… so it dragged my thoughts a bit about the descriptions to come for Naughty Fridays’ Blind Date Edition!! Bombaaaat!! Mi wah some papcawn fi da one ya.. one oxygen tank and 2 mask!!

NuNu
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Like the bredda wha like off Toy, wid di junjo teet dem an di oversize peg dem,lol, torey guh ripe!!

Yazzy
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Toy, cum defen yuh man! Lol!

Yazzy
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Ty
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Hey everyone…sorry I am late to the party…

The pic with kid above is so sad…what dat grown ass man get out of scaring a kid…

Well for homework part two, my teacher story is Miss Wright

She was my kindergarten teacher, the woman had a full beard and looked like a man…I was scared of her from I first saw her…then to add to that my mother told her to do whatever it took to get the info in my thick head, just spare the eye…I look back now and can laugh but i was very afraid at the time…At that time I used mostly my left hand to write, Miss Wright was not having that…she told me that the earth turn right on its axis and so everything is made for right handed people…she refused to allow me to write with my left hand…I cried daily for a long time because I had to re learn how to hold the pencil and write,…she saw me crying one day and told me, one day I would thank her…little did I know she was right…

Lol…she used to say I am Miss Wright and I am always right…lol

Well I eventually wrote exclusively with my right hand and still do to this day…I am essentially ambidextrous and it was and still is a HUGE advantage…it allowed me to excel in sports…

I would later write her a letter telling her that she was right, it did help me… I thanked her…I later found out she had an ovarian tumor that released testosterone and hence her manly voice and full facial beard… I prayed for her, for she was a great teacher in my life…

Miss Wright, wherever you are, THaNK YOU!!!

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Very Good Ty!! I like that.

Yazzy
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Hey Ty!!!!! We missed u!

Bwouy, a mek yuh head get style up suh?? Thick head??? Hahahaha!

Ms. Wright I thought was too harsh at first… but she is Ms.Wright and she is always Wright! Lolol. I’m very happy it turned out very well for you in the end. At first mi cudnt ‘tomach the image a Ms. Wright to how yuh did a describe har caw yuh know at that age kids are the most honest and I can image how da image de tan up inna yuh likkle head! Scary. But finding out that a tumor caused that is so terrible … I feel bad. Hope she’s well! Big up Ms. Wright!

Ty
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Same so Yazzy… The tumor and her illness made me process that experience better…

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Hey Ty! I can imagine for a kindergartener seeing that lady with a full beard and manly voice. Lol

Ty
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Yep it was scary…

NuNu
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Lolololol!!! This nuh right!!!Ty! Si wha happen when yuh miss class! No behavior.
Prefect M! Come get di class on line!

Yazzy
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Nunu yuh unleash all types a beast in ya ya now!

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Yazzy mi nuh wan’ get boost up ie nuh causen mi wi chat too much!!lol TMI, den afta mi done di shame sekkle pon mi lol. Seet deh now all ice cream duppy wha nuh got nutten fi duh wid di torey tun staple!!!lol

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Lol! A Cami fault! A she mek mi mind gawn all di way back desso, cho!
Arite blind date story a guh buss!

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Yes Teach! Mi haffi look respectable Sat-Thurs memba a ongle Friday mi get fi ‘let down mi afro puff’ plus mi kinda shame suh mi haffi wait till friday fi tell di whole story one time an done!lol

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Mek me remind yu from now sey me wan fi hear bout de ice cream eating, freaky duppy.

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Lol! Cami yuh deh tink too hawd pon da ice cream duppy deh ie nuh!! Lol

Yazzy
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I second dat Cami!

Yazzy
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Nunu… plz dont kill mi!! Nunu seh she affi look respectable Sat-Thurs!! A weakkkk in ya! A cry mi a cry… unuh too good!!

NuNu
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Remind mi fi tell unoo tomorrow how mi meet dis yute an guh duh research pon hintanet and embarrass miself causen it neva work out suh well! Lol

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Baxside ole!!!! Mix up and blenda!!!!

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Paging Ty!

Courtney
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lmao I could write a book!! Then I took on my guidance counselor who was her lil minion! I fix the two a dem on time!

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Courtney hi, yu had a mongrel teacha..lol

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Hey everyone 🙂

Negative Teacher

From as far back as I could remember I always had enemies. The main teacher who hated me was named Renee Russell.She began to hate me in the third grade, her son and my brother were in the same class. My brother is and always was a genius, everyone in his classed lived in his shadow academically and she couldn’t stand it. So it was the morning of the big assembly in school where they would announce who was head boy or head girl, her son lost the head boy position to my brother and she was livid. Me being the adoring little sister jumped up and down cheering as they called his name and can u believe she tried to tell me to SIT DOWN and SHUT UP! Well me being a rebel from time gave her the side eye, ignored her and continued to cheer for my brother.(She couldn’t have been talking to me!!!) Our war began that morning and continued up until i left high school.

She eventually became the vice principal and I became head girl despite her efforts to ruin me. Me knowing that she was my arch nemesis of course aligned myself with the principal who thought i could do no wrong as I was well known for my many accolades as a teen. Therefore i was untouchable and she knew it.Many of my teachers came to me and said to look out for this woman because she hated me and would speak about me with malice in her voice. Even as a teen I was never scared and every morning as I walked into school late, like I was the boss no less we would have these epic stare downs. It was like I could feel her hatred and she could feel me giving her the middle finger every morning daring her to say something. lol (I was a terror) Everyone knew she hated me and everyone knew i would take her on.

She was one of my first opponents in life and she taught me that hate comes in all forms, She made me sharpen my fangs early on and taught me how to use them. Old witch!!!

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Courtney you assassinated your assignment!!! Bam!! I TOTALLY LOVE IT GIRL!!! You’re so apart of us! You write very well… I got an eye out for more of your tales!

As for your teacher… she’s a roach.. but she underestimated ya.. and you sprayed her dammit! **high five** 😀 😀

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Courtney, yuh did ready fi her nuh chue!!lol Vice principal beat down!

NuNu
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Wow! No regard for those ‘animals’ according to one of the Ferguson officers. This dehumanization and abuse must stop. And look how him casual wid it tuh!!!! Ole racist jancro!!!!

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mek him nu go mace one of the men? time will get its share wid him.

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YAZZY you wished he gave you some detentions so you could stay behind…

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lololol…

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M!!!!! Is like yuh de read mi good eenuh!!!!! Mi not even want memba yow… so many missed opps! Lmfaooooo

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Positive Teacher:

I can’t say his name here so let’s nickname him Professor Walker (a Trevor mi did wah name him enuh but mi neva want unuh beat mi in ya… so di next bes name was Walker aka Walker Texas Ranger so it reminds me of Trevor)

Professor Walker was an amazing Teacher. He headed the Performing Arts department and led our school to many victories! I was head over heels for the Performing Arts and EQUALLY head over heels for my professor… secretively!

I was a very quiet child but very much expressed myself academically thru performance. I sang. I danced. I modelled. I did acts. I did speeches. I wore manyyyy hats… and these were my escapes …. and thru them all was this familiar face that always cheered me on…. and it was that of Professor Walker!!! He was never inappropriate just very supportive!!

His eyes were piercing and his heart so filled with passion for his work and for teaching his work… tho all I fantasized about was his passion for me. Was there any??? I never dared to find out!!!… but I often searched his glazes to see if they yearned for me but even if they didn’t… in my young, impressionable and a tad bit delusional mind… YUH CUDNT TELL MI SEHHHHH HIM YEYE NEVA A YEARN FI MI!!!… I even searched his pants with glances for more proof…. **no further comment**

His love for the arts and my love for the arts gave me life.. and fueled a secret passion/ lust for him and he taught me many many things that no other has ever opened me up to academically …and for that I am eternally grateful but I would have been even more grateful if HE HAD TAUGHT ME a LIL BIT MORE!!!!!!!!! **wink wink** **covers face***

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dwln…yu “artsy’ professor. O teacha would ave answer yu yearning…lol

NuNu my 3rd grade teach in Jamaica was nutty, noisey and evil.

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Yazzy yuh did a deep pree Proffy Walker! Lol

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Lmfaoooo Nunu!!!! A me fi tell yuh!!

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Cami wad up muma…

Thimking about the teachers assingment…

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Negative Teacher:
When I came to the states they put me back a grade. I was teased, beaten and tormented fi an entire school year. My good days was when Mrs. Goldman came to school and when she gave out her star, sprinkle cookies. She would give me an extra and wipe my eyes. She took sick and an Black American gal name Ms. Williams came to teach. That nastiness of a human gave me just about the same amount of hell as the ratbat students.

Final straw was when she had me hold up my hand for the bathroom and never mek me go…I pissed on myself while seated in the class. I cried and went home went in the cold winter. My mother went up to school the next morning and tell that mange about herself wid a few offers of getting bax dung. I remained a shadow in that class until we moved out of that school zone the next semister and Mrs. Goldman never came back during the semister…sad.

Positive Teachers:

Mrs. M. Kopp and Mrs. G. Crescente Crosby….love them and hope their children and childrens children live a great life. They pushed me forward all the time and rewarded me in return.

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Ps, Cami, us gurls here at the Meji Chinn University ongle talarate bedroom bullies!!..

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lolol…

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Cami, I DESPISE BULLYS!! School bullying is so traumatic! I’m very proud you didn’t fall victim to the expose of it forever. Something tells me you’re now somewhat of a scholar … look who’s laughing now. **high five sweetie**

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Hola! Obara pon de job…blessings. MTH good to see you, since yah big up single moms…then we can go back to big up Barack Mum..now on to my MUMMY (I’m her out of wedlock brat) big up the Ms. Dotties, Inz, Lottie, and all females that stand firm in life battles. I’m drawn to female warriors and have been honored to meet a few. Soon contribute on one or two.

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Hey Cami, big up yuh mummy!! I love the strength of female warriors!!!

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See what they say Parkinson Disease is:

Parkinson’s disease (PD also known as idiopathic or primary parkinsonism, hypokinetic rigid syndrome/HRS, or paralysis agitans) is a degenerative disorder of the central nervous system. The motor symptoms of Parkinson’s disease result from the death of dopamine-generating cells in the substantia nigra, a region of the midbrain; the cause of this cell death is unknown. Early in the course of the disease, the most obvious symptoms are movement-related; these include shaking, rigidity, slowness of movement and difficulty with walking and gait. Later, thinking and behavioral problems may arise, with dementia commonly occurring in the advanced stages of the disease, whereas depression is the most common psychiatric symptom. Other symptoms include sensory, sleep and emotional problems. Parkinson’s disease is more common in older people, with most cases occurring after the age of 50.

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MTH, big up yuh chess!! A weh yuh feel like???? Nobadi cant even twist yuh up when it come on to being a mother cawz all inna dream ya get confirmation mi sweetie!!! A you seh strong African Queen!!!!

MTH, it dont look good!!!!! 😀 😀 mek ya show off suh wid yuh mixology skillz??? M, weh mi drink de????

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Spot on Teach re the Robin Williams’ story…

TY, respect. Your grandmother lost more than she gained by what she did to you…

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Happy Thursday again my sweeties!

Obara, your story about you and your mom is very bittersweet for me. I prefer to focus on the lessen from your life experience which is that had it not been for her strict, tough motherly love (which I dont necessarily agree with. Im a little torn inside… honestly! Mi nah guh lie yuh!) you would not be where you are today but I wanna go a little further and say had YOU not channeled that inner lioness you would have never survived! So hats tipped to you African Queen!!

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Loved the history of Angola’s queen Nzingha

So many strong women abound…we are the vessel that bear fruit to a new generation…

Big up to all the women out there…

In my life I have met some wonderful women and some Jezebels…

Let me start with my Jezebel…my paternal grandmother…from birth she despised me for I am the only child of my father, her most successful child…additiionally, she realized that I would not be manipulated as she had done with my father…the evils that she did to me are too many to name…she obeahed my mom to make her never have another child…my mother subsequently had many miscarriages… my grandmother still lives and does many amazing things for others, it was just me and my mom that she did not care for… before I despised her, now I do not, I just stay away…I have even helped her…you may ask why…she single handed was and still is one of my greatest teachers…for she saw before my birth how special, strong, and independent I would be…she made me realize my strengths before I knew I had them…She made me see that evil comes in many forms and that the most vilest person can have a heart…I wish her no illl will but do not embrace her or allow her in my space…

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Ty, all now I can’t bring myself to come to grips wid how a GRAND MOTHER can be wicked to her grandchild! I always thought that no matter what kind of f*ck ups our parents are…. that it’s our grandparents… esp our grandmother’s that always right the wrongs! Wow! Yuh see what can happen when people love likes!!! I never got to spend much quality time with my paternal grandparents to analyse di ting propa but at a glimpse dem was “ok” but I grew up with my maternal grandparents and can’t imagine weh mi life wuda be like if dem did wicked… a dem me bill from. A swear! Dem nice bad.

Anyhoos Ty, I’m happy that in spite a all di shit she do to yuh yuh neva become har! Yuh just tek yuh lessen and took off!!

Gwaan tru yet aneda African Queen! A unuh seh survival of the fittest!…. mi see unuh. .. unuh fit badddddddddddd!!!!!! 😀

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A coming!!! Mi a read a come…:D

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Maximum respect to women lile Sonya Carson, mother of Dr. Ben Carson. She married Ben Carson’s dad at the age of 13…At some point something went wron in the relationship and she was left to take care of 2 sons. Not very literate, she instilled good values, morals etc in her boys. She insisted that they read 2 books per week and did book reports. The world is now a better place, because of the contributions Ben Carson has made.

Maya Angelou, Inyanla Vanzant, Oprah, Sourjourner Truth and our beloved, Obara Meji. All teenage mothers who have gone on to become world changers…

I like Michelle Obama. She was very accomplished when she met the ‘would-be’ president, Barrack Obama. One certain Mr. Barrack Obama didnt have it going…He used to smoke, drink, from a bi-racial family. Raised by a single white woman…Michelle looked beyond that and today, they are in the White House…(Easy Michi Boo cause yu good….Big up Michelle). You did followed your heart..

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Women have always been the ‘fall-guy’ for me. In (not so) recent times, we have Yoko Ono as the one ‘credited’ for breaking up the Beatles. They say, Peter Tosh’s wife, Marlene Brown, is the reason the group was broken up…

Women can be some wenches when they are ready, but to blame a woman for the break up of a ‘dynasty’ is just wrong. Men need to stop looking for scapegoats when they mess up.

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Toy, mi girl, feeling much better. How you?

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Mth how are feeling? Morning everyone. I am going to go and read. I will come back a little later. I have to run errands.

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Big up Teach…Just like State Farm you are always there. Through sickness and health…Heheheheh!! Mek a guh read!!!

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Lawd M, a you seh lyrics! 😀

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