The time on my watch slowly approaches 9 o’clock. I haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights, perhaps it’s the heat, or the arrangement of my pillows are just not giving me the proper sleeping angle. I semi- sigh as I approach our second branch. Putting my back in my locker I move towards the door that says ‘Staff Only’, and from the moment my hand touches that door handle new life is breathed into me and all the worries of the morning slip away.
On a day when you don’t feel like going out but still do, on a day when the sun shines a bit brighter that it usually does, on a beach somewhere, a glass of specially made rum punch awaits you and the sea, warm and calm invites you in.
Every year on your birthday you, your brain, which is your entire being, your consciousness and your memories, upgrades is software, the micro cells in your body dance in celebration of another year, and your nerves erupt in a candle-light spark because it is your day.
Hey it’s Wynante, Wynante Charles…welcome to your tape.
Hi Everyone It’s officially Hashtag Dominica Day here on the nature isle and twitter fingers are going crazy.
In an effort to put Dominica on the map the Hashtag Dominica campagn was created and organised by Meria Alexis & Monelle Alexis along with Yuri Jones, Garvin Richards and Kerry Severin.
A release from the organisers states “On May 16, 2017, we will be carrying out a social media campaign in an effort to swamp social with #Dominica to get it to be a trending topic on social media for a day. The intent is to encourage everyone to use #Dominica on that day on each post and across all social media platforms. The post could be personal or business related, however, we encourage participants to post content that reflects positively on our island. We are hoping to be one of the most trending topics on social media that day.”
Go forth and #Dominica all those lovely selfies, pictures of rivers, food and all things nature isle!
They said you couldn’t have it,
But God said, “It’s yours.”
They said you won’t make it,
But God said, “I’ll open doors.”
They said it was over for you,
But God said, “It has just begun.”
They said you might as well give up the fight,
But God said, “The battle is already won.
I could quote very line from this song over and over again. Sometimes the simplest of words, speak the most powerful in your life.
Here’s the scenario, I’m sitting outside of my work’s lunch area, a coworker of mine is listening to an audio book. This sounds interesting, it’s intriguing because it sounds like a fiction book…except it’s not.
Happiness; The state of being happy.
It’s that time of year again and we’re busy making New Year’s plans and resolutions. It’s a never ending game that the human race has managed for years on end play, without sensible reasoning nor viable meaning.
And for the few and far in between who acknowledge this downfall within the imprint of human nature, we hardly ever ourselves, seek to reconstruct this mindset and rearrange this foundation.
Talents. Gifts. Abilities.
We are all blessed and cursed alike. Superstition is the blood which flows through my country and accordingly our dreams are harbingers of both the good and the bad.
De ja vu. We’ve all experienced it in some way or another. Likewise, we’ve all been prelude to these gifts of the universe. I believe we’ve all been able to see the future. Coincidences are the incarnation of fate. We shouldn’t ignore it.
In my culture, a dream of a wedding is the indication of death. So much so, that I know people who have gotten up and prayed, not knowing who the angel of death seeks. That night, I had a dream, not of a wedding, but a cemetery. For me, it is an omen, of freedom after pain. Change. I was scared that night. It was a dream that left an uneasy feeling inside me. All dreams of cemeteries do. And when I checked the time, and saw it was 3:00 a.m. I knew something was wrong. I was anxious. I needed the morning to come.
Loss. Sorrow. Emptiness.
I’ve never noticed how much we talked about the weather, till I no longer spoke of it. Grief is inevitable. Being unable to grieve is torture. For two weeks I have put on a brave face during the day and soaked my pillow at night, never fully but just enough. I have been singing funeral hymns religiously and headaches have been a constant.
One day, I thought I was going to lose it. But so far I’ve kept strong. Because why should I cry. This is something I find myself doing often; making my grief invalid. I am scared for the day of your send off, that my composure will break. But it has to, right? I mean it’s only valid that you mourn someone you’ve known your entire life.
Yes sir, I’m behaving, well trying to. My mother, grandmother? They’re doing just fine. The weather sir? The sky does what I cannot do, weep for you and the memories too.
Rest in eternal peace Mr. J…
highly unpleasant physical sensation caused by illness or injury.
“she’s in great pain”
synonyms: suffering, agony, affliction, torture, torment, discomfort, soreness
mental suffering or distress.
“the pain of loss”
synonyms: sorrow, grief, heartache, heartbreak, sadness, unhappiness, distress, desolation, misery, wretchedness, despair, desperation, mental suffering, emotional suffering, trauma;