What have you been up to lately? I am currently stuck on a piece and everything has been difficult,down to the images are being hard to lay my hands on..sigh. I hope that means it’s going to be a great read.Currently frustrated and letting weeks pass by without posting because I am busy working on a paper smh,may I vent.
Hope you guys are having a great week,I have recently started watching Game of thrones and drinking unsweetened chocolate tea before bed,do i sound like an old lady or a frustrated, normal, young adult enjoying the little moments life offers.
This is an impromptu write,see you guys soon with something a little more interesting.
Women hold grudges,years pass by and we hold unto it closer than we hug our best friends..
She hated work ,Alice felt like she was being haunted by all her past lovers as she wore insecurity as a daily garment,worn in rag like attire,not pretty at all,rather uncomfortable. She often felt embarrassed that others could see its dirty edges beneath her formal wear and most likely they did.
Alice had many boyfriends or guys she got close to,flirted with foreplay which ended before she even knew she was in a game of being heart broken. She felt prey to many situation ships and it added to her grotesque robe of pity and hatred.
Alice couldn’t bear seeing her exes lovers or girlfriends as she often compared her self to them living her incomplete and unhappy. Life seemed to be cruel to Alice as she began seeing them more often.
She felt life was unfair as they seemed to be on every road she strutted upon,at every corner,she felt the envy at every meeting,the long,hard stares,the awkward silence,the gazes,she felt they knew her stories because she was stupid enough to share them with him.
Alice was like many women creating her own monsters in her head,fighting her existence,trying to prove herself to her allies that she too was worthy. Jealousy choked her like a heavy bead necklace she couldn’t dare rest at the dressing table before bed at night.
She compared her curves,her eyes,her hands,lips to hers,her reflection in the mirror was never kind as she thought he’d always prefer hers.
Alice was living a lie,sealed in a shell of self deception as she held unto something that was no longer in her grip. She had to fight off the demon of her insecurity and be grounded in who she is and love that person fiercely.
Alice owed it to herself to let go, move on,be strong and be free from comparisons and be and LOVE her individual self as God would desire her too.
Pops Restaurant is situated in the heart of the primary town of Dominica,Roseau. A cozy little restaurant with an american theme,modern architecture with red drapes at the windows onlooking into the streets. I step in and feel quite welcomed.
Greeted by the staff at the counter after I scrolled through the offered menu i decided on the “Grand Slam” an all inclusive big breakfast pf champions just to be informed that they do not have eggs or sausages. i frowned and ordered- bacon,buttered toast,pancakes and iced tea.
My appetite dances and is highly anticipating of the meal it is about to receive,which my palates are already thankful for. I am served within 15 minutes but i stare in disbelief as the young waitress brings a white Styrofoam container to my table along with a plastic fork in a white napkin. I opened the container to find my ordered breakfast squeezed together,toast, pancakes and bacon all over each other. The iced tea was also in a Styrofoam cup. I did not understand the reason for having such cheap table wear at an upscale looking restaurant. I did expect silverware folks and a knife please,a glass and a porclein plate at least,I did say I was going to stay in the restaurant to eat it and not take it home with me.I also had to wait to use the syrup as it was being passed around.
Nonetheless I took a bite and to my horror the pancakes were bitter,the bacon was salty and the iced tea could have taken more sugar. The only palatable item was the buttered toast. Forced to tear through the bacon and pancakes with my hands since i was not given a knife. I placed my focus elsewhere to escape this torture i placed upon myself. To add insult to injury two young boys entered the restaurant for tea and were very loud and obnoxious, laughing very loudly without stopping and refusing the waitresses demand to step outside or be quiet.
I emitted that place before I could see how long they could keep up with their lack of discipline
That restaurant was not what I expected and fell below expectations in several areas. The ambiance is good but the food doesn’t fall through with what is surmised.
It’s Friday and I’m leaving the office,stepping over the noises of the familiar voices I’ve been hearing all week. My bag is heavy on my side,it holds my lap top and my makeup i have my lunch bag in my hand,I sigh it’s been a long week,but a good one.
I’ts a carnival weekend,a festive one,a season where women get excused for dressing up and parading the streets with next to nothing on. A weekend of anticipated drunkenness and reveling the streets. But I’m stepping out just thankful it’s another TGIF,a phrase that’s being trended all over the world today and yes I’m thankful.
Before I could get hold of the door,he stops me,or I stop him,he says he hates me for always leaving without saying good bye,I smile and turn to face him and tapping him on the shoulder “Oh I forgot to tell you,be safe this weekend,don’t drink and drive”
“Again” he corrects me
“Again”now a crowd is forming,more of my co workers are leaving.His eyes never leaves me,I smile”Good bye Sam”
I make my way towards Cat Cafe on King George the fifth Street,this small, rustic restaurant that sells crepes and coffee. I know the owner,she’s french,I actually liked to work there. Now it’s just where I hang occasionally,I order the Cat Cafe,the coffee with the white frosting on top,sprinkled with cinnamon. I breathe in deeply,
I hope I’m not too late in wishing my readers and fellow bloggers a Happy and prosperous New Year..I have been busy procrastinating to say the least. I will be honest with you,it has been a while since I’ve written and as usual a lot has happened since then. But my blog site has always been in my mind and heart and my thoughts are always on here thinking of my next,new post. I have not written in here but that doesn’t mean I have stopped writing,doodling in note pads,pieces of paper all over my house. Truly, I may have gotten lazy but I will never cease to write,I will forever love this gift of writing and will forever hope to inspire. So Happy 2018 and I hope the year started off well for you and that many of you are still at your New Years resolutions and wont give up on them by next month and more than that kudos to those who are just continuing on the projects they started last year and bringing them to fruition or higher heights.
Last year My country experienced a category 5 Hurricane,Hurricane Maria,one which took many lives and homes,hopefully this time I didn’t suffer such a loss but it was like dejai vous since I’ve already gone through similar catastrophe,one that forced me to vacate my home in the summer of 2016. My place of residence has been different for almost three years now and without the presence of my brother home has been and felt different too.(That’s another blog). But yes my country Dominica,is currently under reconstruction,trying to stand after she was brought to her knees,the healing has been slow but steady. Many people are still without homes,jobs and still grieving loved ones.
Hence,one word that sums up my 2017 is Grateful, I am forever grateful for life,my family,my present home and for every blessed day and thing i have been given. For every moment we live and breathe is a blessing for tomorrow is not promised.
I do not know what 2018 holds but I know God holds my 2018 and His word says don’t worry about tomorrow because He is in control.
So, I did not write down many resolutions per say but I do desire to acquire greater discipline in finishing things I start,stop living in the past,stop comparing my journey/life with others,be focused and avoid distractions. I hope we as writers/bloggers write and blog more this year and truly inspire others to be their best selves and live their best lives. From one blogger to another,let’s blog shall we?
Two years now since I’ve been natural and its been a bitter sweet experience. I did the big chop and I texturized my hair because I thought it would be more manageable.
I didn’t quite embrace my natural hair at first,I would texturize it because it was so short and I didn’t know how to handle it.
I decided to go back natural because I was fed up of the relaxers who did more harm than good. My hair was breaking badly,the color had changed from black to brown and I couldn’t wet my hair as freely as I wished without me looking like a stray cat. I wanted freedom and relaxing my hair every three months was also costly. Moreover I heard that relaxers are toxic and damage your scalp,I believed so because I was a victim of having several scalp burns and oozing painful sores after I tried economizing and let my sister do my hair. Dollars were saved but my scalp wasn’t.
My cousin gave me my first relaxer just before attending high school since I wouldn’t have time to comb my naturally thick hair in the mornings before school,relaxers made it easier.
I recall my hair reaching my back the first day I did my hair,was so thick and long,I felt amazing. I flipped that hair and I felt like magic. With years my hair got damaged and broke horribly and my hair got short at the fronts. I started not liking my hair but still relaxed it because it was what I had become accustomed to. I hated how I got roots fast every time I wet or washed my hair. Sea and river baths became less enjoyable since I had my hair to worth about after. Every night we were required to set it in rollers so it could curl the next day,no doubt there were good hairstyle days but my hair always got roots fast and was still breaking.
Endured damaged hair for years and I decided to dye my hair on my birthday,bleach it actually. Oh my I looked so gorgeous with blonde curls however up keeping it was tedious as I couldn’t wet it as I pleased. So I got fed up and was motivated to go natural because almost all those around me was becoming hair conscious and natural was the new trend. I was reluctant at first but went all the way in Feb 2015.
The first year was hard and at times I wanted to give up as it was so short and couldn’t style as I wanted. I so desired to have my hair in one,up in a messy bun but I had to endure the afro season and it was tough.
I thank God for my best friend who also joined the natural journey and she assisted me greatly with product usage. I honestly did not do proper research before embarking on this journey. I didn’t know how to care for my hair using modernised and more fulfilling products that suited my hair texture. She told me about sulphate free shampoos,leave in conditioners and deep conditioners.
It was a whole new world and I became excited about my journey since i began experimenting with new products. Before that I felt stuck in a rut and texturized my hair as I didn’t like the texture. My hair also was still breaking, I was upset about that since that was one of the reasons why I went natural in the first place to avoid breakage. My bestie rescued me again and hooked me up with some hair mayonnaise that elimated breakage.
So doing your research before you return natural is very important. Research your texture and discover what works for your type of hair. It took some trials with different products to decide what I liked best. I decided I wanted products that enhanced my natural curls and encouraged growth so I use Olive oil deep conditioner.
My hair texture has changed significantly from when I was a kid. As a child I had very course,thick short difficult hair. That was why I texturized my hair to make it more manageable,but I wasn’t embracing my natut hair,there was still chemicals added in my hair. I must say my encouragement to go all the way natural came from the huge wave of naturals posting embracing their natural hair all over social media hashtag team natural bombarded me and I seemed to be missing out.
I got so motivated that I followed these natural hair queens and the products they used and started experimenting some more. I got to more growth but the ends were still texturized, one day after washing my hair I got so frustrated with those straight ends that I took a scissors and began chopping the straight ends. I wanted to be fully natural.
So with patience I got all the texturized ends out and I was all natural. My hair had to undergo me being very patient and loving my hair. I developed a hair regimen,I got the products and my hair has gotten curlier and longer.
The journey has been bittersweet, ups and downs but the longer I stick it out the more I see my hair transforming to the curly long hair I desire. The key is patience,self love, love the crap out of your hair and don’t be afraid to experiment different hairstyles and products.
Natural hair journey may not be for everyone,but it’s a personal decision I made for personal reasons which I stated and its doing what works best for you and loving yourself no matter what.
Travel light he says, it’s a hike, most you’ll need is water, and he being a photographer felt it ideal to hold his camera. That wasn’t going to be easy for me, knowing I’m the girl who never travels light even when she really wants to. I always feel the need to hold stuff in case such an such a scenario arises, I hold extra food, clothing, water and extra clothes because there was always this one time I under packed and I deeply regretted it, hence I believe it left me paranoid and ever since I feel the need to hold extra.
So my friend of over four years decided we should go on this hike from my village Point Mitchell to the next village Soufriere a 4.4mile hike. Soufriere being a lovely village of beaches and hot springs ,he particularly wanted to visit the hot springs since he recently sprained his shoulder, he said he needed the springs healing properties ,I personally needed the walk to burn off some extra calories.
So that morning started off being a bit overcast and before the hike I rushed to town to buy a “few” necessities and before I knew it I was in town for over two hours and hauling several grocery bags. I hurriedly messaged my friend Jackson to apologize for my tardiness when I told him I wouldn’t be late. He laughed and assured me it was ok as we had the whole day. I got back home and quickly prepared two sandwiches got my back pack held some snacks and one grocery bag with water and energy drinks and out the door I went.
At that time it was noon and the sun was out in full blast, I wished we had gone earlier, with me already exhausted from my early morning shopping my energy levels were down. I waited on Jackson and decided not to think about it too much, he eventually arrived with nothing but a back pack, a huge grin on his face and a huge umbrella. I found it a bit extra and funny at first but proved to save our behinds when we began walking, that sun was blasting our skins and that umbrella seemed like the only oasis to us. We were a little distance just above my village, undertaking a twirling road that had me sweating profusely, “Can you make it?”he asked I shook my head up and down but my body seemed to say no, I wanted this hike so bad but here I was struggling just a few minutes in, vehicles were passing us often and I tried hiding the embarrassed look on my face. We made it to the top of that the road which was u flat, which I was grateful for. I began to notice the trees properly and green mountain capes and the hike began to seem doable, then Jackson eyed his watch and decided to stop a bus. We hopped on and he explained that we wouldn’t be able to make it in time as it was nearing 1pm. The bus ride proved him correct, it was rather lengthy but what lovely sights his camera missed, and he couldn’t catch them on a moving bus.
We safely made it to Soufriere and the villager’s eyes were curious but welcoming, I noticed the paint was chipping on some of the wooden houses, and the children were shirtless, careless and free running up and down the road. We met up with a small group of villager’s looking at a cricket match being played on the field. Jackson made out one of his friends that was playing fieldsman and he hid behind a tree and took his picture. The trees were majestic aligned on both sides on the amazing road that lead to the springs, and we were soon greeted by scouts in their green berets running down the roads.
Jackson soon began taking pictures of me and next thing I knew I was demonstrating model behavior in a knee high jeans, a worn tennis shoe and colored vest, I felt so ordinary but Jackson hunger for building his portfolio made him take several snaps as possible. Trees and more trees, guava, coconut, mangoes all sorts of tropical trees welcomed us to their part of the village. The mountain wore several shades of green, creating a spectacular background; I thanked God I resided in such a lovely place. A group of young girls arrived as soon as we made it to the parking lot before the springs; there was this huge clearing an information center which was currently closed, two wooden houses with washrooms and exchange rooms.
As we got closer the scent of sulfur hung in the air welcoming us to its serenity, there was this huge sulfur pool where several kids were playing, Jackson and I decided to go higher into the forest to the pools that were more secluded and private. The forest was covered in dead leaves and stones and sulfur rich soils created a path leading us to three amazing pools.
The First one was rather lukewarm so we went to the second one, which was way hotter. Our bodies eventually adjusted to the temperature and we sat back, as we were engulfed by sulfuric waters that soothed our minds, bodies and spirits. Cleansing from all stress and trauma and flowing out our systems,cleaning our pores from blemish and scars. Melting our aches and releasing them back out into the dirt where it belongs. Jackson and I sat back and enjoyed each other’s company and the lovely island in which we were born.
Thanks for taking time out to read my blog, keep following as I take you along my adventures as a blogger.
Hi guys, My name is Laurna and for those of you who recently started following my blog i say welcome and thank you,i do hope your visit to my page brings you as much joy as writing does to me. In this blog here i have a link which leads to a vid showing the most beautiful features of where i live, my lovely country,island Dominica,please take the time out to watch the entire vid and tell me what you think,and do visit us soon,you are soo welcome. Do enjoy!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_Pdj9iUcrs
Today I went on a little adventure, decided to take a stroll up the road behind my friend’s house and disappear into the forest.
The road before the forest was quite busy with the constant passing of vehicles with various persons peering out the windows as I walked on, staring at a girl who properly looked like a lost tourist, and though I felt nervous with the constant peering of eyes my desire for an adventure kept me going. The sky was clear and blue, and I could hear the nearby flowing of streams. The trees stood tall, wide and green as birds sang their praises. I thanked God for these awesome surroundings of nature at its best, I soon came near the estate of a Rasta man that’s known to be vicious. Walking closer I recalled always admiring this house many years ago while I rode the bus to and from town before my family and I relocated. I would admire how it looked old, and worn out but somehow I felt it had history as it resembled an old maser dwelling.
I stood on the road staring at the house in the distance, heard the owner only uses solar energy and lived all alone and enjoyed wading off any trespassers. I could see the dirt path aligned with dry leaves, some ruins of another building, birds chirping loudly and I even noticed a bridge leading to the house, all things that beckoned me to come closer. I didn’t know the man and God knows what he could do to me if I dare neared his property.
I decided to ignore my wild curiosity and the better me decided to keep on walking as there was also a trail a little higher that I wanted to explore. This was a trail I also admired while I would transit down these roads and to finally explore it was a dream come true.
The dry leaves were piled along the man made path that lead into the dense of the forest, mango and coconut trees stretching towards a blue sky, creating a natural canopy. Though the forest got darker with every step I took I became lost in my surroundings. Branches and wild flowers reaching out to me, I pulled out my phone and right there I was filled of dread as I wished I had my canon. But I took pictures regardless ,took snaps of ferns, leaves, various plants all along the trail was most decorated with nature’s splendor. Soon enough my exploring was cut short by this huge fenced gate, confined by a silver lock. I couldn’t believe my exploring was brought to a halt when I felt I was just getting started, beyond the gate I saw a wooden shed battered by rain I could see the rust forming on the galvanize and noticed a water catchment that was surrounded by the most beautiful flowers I’d ever seen. My excitement grew and I knew this was a no trespass zone but I couldn’t ignore my curious impulses. What was in that shed, who placed it there? Was it the owner of the wooden house I’d just pass, was he hiding something. My investigative skills peeked up a notch and I decided to climb over the gate.
The task was most difficult and I wasn’t as light and fit as I would hope, I kept looking over my shoulders and tripping. I got several arm and leg scratches as I made my landing on the other side. I of course landed on my butt and I quickly stood brushing some dirt off my hands and looked nervously around as if someone was watching. Being now confined within the gate made my heart race rather quickly or was it due to my total lack of exercise. Turning around made me shake some more as I stood inches awy from the shed I took out my camera from my back pack and took photos of the outside of the shed, the flowers,oh wow those water lilies were spectacular, I stooped and held one in my hand when I heard a clicking sound.
I turned around quickly and saw this black, middle aged rasta man looking at me sternly on the outside of the gate .I gulped as I stood slowly “Good afternoon” I said with my voice cracking and my throat hurting with fear. He didn’t answer, he looked at me from head to toe,”Y’all don’t respect people’s property eh? What are you doing in there?”
“I, I wanted to take pictures of the flowers and”
“Get the hell out of there! Now! ” he said piercingly I quickly headed towards the gate.
He took his keys out and opened the gate” I shook in fear I was all alone on this strangers land God knows what he could do to me I was scared for my life “and never come here again you hear me” he huffed as I passed near him and stepped out. “Yes Sir “ I replied and hurried away, I run as fast as my feet could carry me ,I could hear me shouting at me in the distance but I was too far gone, thanking God with very leap I took and also asking Him to protect me, never looking back. My rebellious and curiosity almost cost me my life that day, and I don’t know why he didn’t harm me when he had the chance to, I was just so glad that he didn’t.
I luckily made it back to my friend’s house where I found her asleep I just sat there with my heart pounding and staring blankly at her. I could be screaming for help and she wouldn’t have heard me, she could have lost her friend today as she slept on in slumber. I sighed as I sat back in a chair and thanked God I was alive with sweat running down my face and back. That look on his face though, looked pure murderous and that shed was obviously his and what on earth was he hiding there.