The drunk evangelist…

On the central line on the way home from Westfield shopping centre I encountered a man clutching a can of Stella Artois preaching about Jesus. It wasn’t how he had almost stumbled and lost his balance on the way to his seat which was next to mine (ironically I was praying he wouldn’t sit there). It wasn’t the fist bump he shared with the man sitting opposite or my unwillingness to engage with a man my father would’ve told me to cross the road and avoid. Continue reading “The drunk evangelist…”

One last time…

As I watched the final speech of President Barack Obama, my throat couldn’t help but join my eyes in an ensemble of grief and sadness. Having never met the man or stepped foot in American soil I could only admire from a screen as he gave his last address as President. It was emotionally moving. The tears halted at my lids and would not give way until he unashamedly applauded and praised the First Lady, his wife, the floods then took over. Continue reading “One last time…”

2016 in summary…

In short, absence is 2016. I’ve felt overjoyed seeing friends transition from singleness to married life and have been thrown into sorrow with the wave of deaths in Hollywood. I’ve also met some incredible artists in the music world including William Bell, Dobet Gnahore and the Roy Hargrove Quintet, could 2016 be as random as my posts, I think so. Brexit, trump and Harambe, so much has happened that if someone said I could somersault it back to 2015 I would do it. Sadly in the middle of the roundabout I’ve been absent. I woke up yesterday only to realise that Mohamed Ali is no longer with us, when did this happen? Was I still crying over Prince…it still hurts.

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Milestones…

Today marks 4 years after i graduated and a couple of months ago ‘Beneath the Canvas’ became 5….what is it about milestones that make us reflect on our successes, failures, good moments and bad? I will tell you one thing, life would be boring if we didn’t have them. This blog started out simply because I wanted to write but now it has formed to have a purpose. The same thing with my degree, Lord knows how much i hated post-graduation blues of no mans land but the degree had a purpose. Even as portugal celebrates it’s milestone and Murry and Serena hold their honour, let’s remember to celebrate ourselves in our achievements. You and I deserve to be celebrated as we leap into part 2 of 2016. God had a plan for us  even before we were made so no matter the weather….just celebrate and praise God that you made it this far and the next step will be greater

My inspiration….winnings

My topic….milestones

My opinion….stated

I keep on falling….

Chasing money till my roots grew old without a pass in the shadows
Medullar oblingata my breathe has gone stoccata
Into the deep where the river stopped flowing
Life stopped for me but it continued for you
Was I too selfish to protect me from thee or pretend like we never existed between the thick air that clouded our conversations
I too wrestled the fight between sin and temptation and wanted freedom
But I had to be free, I needed to be me, I need to be me
Im sorry that I was prematurly innocent
If only I knew how, I would express my deepest sympathies

If there is a word I say too often its im sorry; the greatest phase that follows after is maturity. I was thinking back on a friendship I decided to let go of years ago and I will say that it was painful and looking back I could have done something which i know now that i didn’t know then. It was hard because I cared for the person but I realised that it was a toxic friendship that would suck me dry.  Some losses we should count as blessings whether its financial, emotional or physical. We must all learn from baby steps that falling is due to being weak and to be strong we must risk falling again and again. Why do I say sorry alot? Because I fall alot, in fact daily but I still dust of off my feet and keep on going.

Inspiration….old friends

Topic….growth

Opinion….stated

To kill an ambitionite….

I HAD A DREAM, i killed a dream in a cloud of doubt and resentment
It left a bitterness in my eyes as i looked to the hills and cried…LORD please help me

Veins contracting retracting, a spurge, a spark, i see light and then dark Continue reading “To kill an ambitionite….”