This morning I woke up a gleaner article stating that certain roads are being fixed due to the approaching visit of the president of the United States. Of course, like many of my fellow Jamaicans I believe it's really a privilege that the president will be making his presence be felt on our beautiful island. My problem however, is the utter lack of respect that this government apparently has for the regular Jamaican citizens. I watch the news basically every night and almost every night there are citizens protesting about the conditions of roads in their community. My concern really is quite simple is it that we are not worthy of our roads being fixed,are we just peasants and need to reach a certain level in society or perhaps migrate and elevate our status before our concerns will be addressed in such a quick manner? Am I to believe that this is the same government who claims to not have the funds necessary to fix the roads that we as citizens have been complaining about?

I for one am all for the natural hair movement. I have never sewn in any hair in my head but I occasionally wear braids. At the present moment my hair is relaxed and Imam contemplating going back to my natural texture. The problem however that I do have is those natural ladies who try to let other women who choose to keep their hair relaxed or wear false hair feel bad about themselves. These are the same ladies who often speak of how they are ridiculed and made to feel unattractive with their natural hair. The constant hate that we as women show towards those who differ from us in taste and character is what will continually bring us down as women. Also, for women who advocate for women to embrace their natural hair because that is how we were made and  we shouldn't alter our natural bodies please explain to me why you pierce your flesh and tattoo your skin. When you do these things are you not altering the natural state of your flesh? How different is this from altering the natura

Friendships and relationships continue to suffer due to the journey for perfection. People enhance their bodies on the journey to what they view as perfection. People seek knowledge of certain things in order to achieve perfect intellect. This journey towards perfect leaves us from time to time to believe that others around us must themselves step up and be perfect or they no longer fit into our perfect lives. Believe it or not those friends who falter from time to time will help you to either learn from their mistakes or they will inspire you when they overcome the mishaps. As friends we can't drop those who maybe aren't able to keep up with the speed at which we are reaching the end our journeys. Often times I see quotes that speak about drop those who aren't going anywhere behind and go after your dreams. However, we have to make sure that we don't drop those who are progressing but aren't yet at perfection. 

Recently,I have been making observations on social media sites a little more than I usually do. My focus was primarily on the standards that people have these days. What makes someone fall in love and what makes them stay in love? These days it seems as if young girls are conditioned to look first and foremost on the weight of a man's pocket before they look at  his character. Don't get me wrong nothing is wrong with wanting someone who can provide for you but why make it solely about just that? Many of the heartbreak that women face these days are because they are too easily hypnotized by the dollar bills and too easily swayed by a man's status in society. As it relates to men these days something has been puzzling me as well. Why would a man leave a women who stood by him while he had nothing until he achieved his dreams then get up and leave her  for the first gold digger that walks by? Men need to wise up and stop be hypnotized by the sway of hips and naked flesh and st

I am just a child I say to myself as I put on my uniform and my mother greets me with a smile I am just a child but my body makes people question why? Why I as a child have a six months belly before me ? I sit in class and try to learn My baby kicks me as a reminder of the nightmare I now call life The nightmares take me from my class to the night my light turned to darkness I left school about 5pm after netball practice See I was the best player on my team It was late so hurried to catch a bus As I walked the street to my home I realized I wasn't walking alone The footsteps drew closer and I became nervous Two heavy hands held me back and my uniform was lifted from my back His eyes were dark and empty He buried my body with his and took every ounce of my purity I am a child I shouted and he only laughed I am a child I repeated and he only continued to thrust The blood poured from my young vessel and I knew my gift was lost forever He stood up and said thank you

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She made you weak in the knees I made you stand tall She set your lips on fire I made your heart cold  I gave you such pure true love she gave you the ultimate passion  You had the best of both worlds till i became bold  Why continue to sprinkle your dry soul with love when my pastures remained parched  The one who you introduced as your friend was now the one you kissed  The one who stood by your side and cared for you the best was no longer the one to make your eyes sparkle She never shouted at you she wore the pain beneath her smile You lifted your hand to meet her delicate flesh And she already knew what would come next  The tears covered your face as you begged for forgiveness She walked out that day and said goodbye to the world of pain you gave her Now you have moved on and profess to be happy The one who made you weak in the knees now brings you to your knees  You hold her hand and ask her to marry you  You kiss her lips as she says yes and the fa

Sometimes we meet people on a bad day,month or year. Sometimes we don't see the entire story but only a fraction and it may not be pleasing to us. Sometimes we meet people when they are trying to over come an obstacle in life but we don't see that. Sometimes we meet people after they have overcome a heartbreak but we just look at the fear in their eyes and laugh at their weakness. Sometimes we are presented with the old pages of someone life but and we form conclusions without flipping to the new pages. Sometimes we are so caught up in that particular bad moment that we experienced that the newness of a new day are never factored into our analysis.

Can you hear the drums beating? Do you hear the footsteps approaching? Can you hear the horns of the flashy cars blaring? Do you see the lines forming as the supporters come out cheering? The doors are flung open  As the parliamentarians come closer with their perfectly tailored suits and stush shoes The seats are filled as the meeting begins Some lean back with phones in hands  Such looks of disinterest as the plans for the future takes the centre fold Children and women being raped and murdered on street corners The disinterested look grows stronger  The prime minister flashes a bright smile  She seems caring just for a little while  Parliament is in session  We can't disturb Ministers busy discussing the future of our country We dare not say a word The hours roll by and some step out when the tension gets high If Jamaica could cry out she would ask us why Why do we continue to rip her to pieces as the years go by? Her beaches try the b

Our island Jamaica is really going through some hard times recently as it relates to the increase in acts of violence against our children. Recently, a fourteen year old female student was killed in the parish of St.Thomas. Since the brutal murder of the student a lot of talk can be heard about the early hours that students have to wake in order to travel several miles in order to go to school. This is a subject that I am very familiar with as I had to journey from the outskirts of Spanish Town every morning to reach school by 7:30 at Wolmer's High School for girls. Interestingly, however throughout my entire high school life I was probably late just once as I received perfect attendance for several years. This journey taught me good time management and respect for time. There were several times however when I would use my first class to catch up on some well needed sleep this didn't go down well with my teachers.      On the flip side of things, I had the privilege of having a