The village girl,Lashayna

Lashayna came from a tribe that was considered a dishonor to not make children for your husband.Ever since she was a little girl her parents groomed her for the man that would one day pay her bride price. The highest bidder would wife her,and depends on how rich he is he would have several wives.

Lashayna always despised that tradition and never felt she fit in. Other than having rebellious ways that made her climb trees and fight the village boys for fun the last thing she wanted was a husband she didn’t love. Lashayna was also born with a gift she was yet to understand.

It was a cold, night when Lashayna had a horrible dream that her father was going to die and the next day he did, he fell on his way home and suffered a heart attack just like how she saw it. Was it a weird coincidence? The news saddened the entire village and as much as she disliked his ways it brought a heaviness in her spirit.

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Sick leave

I’m lying here,looking up at a white ceiling,

My feet are cold beneath this blanket,

Silence

The kids are at school, parents are at work,

I’m lying here

Nothing to do but everything to feel

Funny how when you’re at work you wish you were home,

But now that I’m home I actually miss work, I miss the outdoors, the sun gosh I miss the sun,

Though it’s a complete nuisance and annoyance when I’m up and about but today I miss it

I’m thinking of things to do then again I’m required to rest,

But honestly I’m restless my mind is racing,

I can’t be lazy lying in bed makes me sick

But it’s what the doctors recommend

Oh boi

Help!

Written by

L Guiste

Chronicles of a Woman’s mind

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.

Chronicles of a Woman’s Mind..

Written by Laurna Guiste

 

 

 

Happy International Women’s Day

Strong Women,may we know them,may we raise them may we be them..

Untapped Reservoir,so lays the depth of the talent of women,

Unappreciated are the detailed work that we conceive, yet like the certainty of the sun of each new day,we rise,we love,we bear,

Like a tree,planted,our roots have gotten stronger with time as we learn the lessons of the season,

We are beautiful,understated is our strength and wisdom.

We are often overlooked,underpaid,placed on pedestals,failing to make the cut,

Yet we keep blooming,glowing we keep growing,

Forced to wear the pants,

Getting dirty and working hard,becoming our own bosses

Designing our tresses,despite the stresses of being told we’re not lovely or smart enough,

We’ve become tough,we’ve studied the books and we’re coming out.

raising to the tops,

We’re women,man with a womb,not intended to be mocked or ridiculed, or treated less than,

So here we are,doing what we need to do, cause no one aint got us like we got us boo.

So cheers to all women,red, yellow and green,tall,short and in between,

Raise your glass,take a bow,you’re a queen

Written by

Laurna Guiste