Merry Christmas

So we’re sitting at his family’s Christmas dinner table and he pulls out this little black box. My heart starts racing,my throat gets dry and I start gulping down more wine.His parents are too distracted over slicing the turkey to notice the serious look on his face. He gives me this intense look that causes me to cough on the Merlot,his sister rubs my back and his cousins starts laughing. The music is loud and he mouths me something, now I’m incredibly terrible at reading lips so I’m lost. After guessing what he said I gave up and decided to lean in closer. In doing so some gravy spilled over my dress and everyone becomes frantic,he rushes over to me and helps me dry my dress with some napkins. He puts the box in his shirt pocket “What were you saying?” I asked nervously.

Never mind he said,I’ll tell you later,I frowned and in came his drunk uncle who wasnt invited he was furious and started throwing a fit. My boyfriend rushes in just in time to suffer a punch in the face that was intended for his dad ,the women scream and Marcus my boyfriend is down flat with blood oozing from his nose.

I rush over and bring napkins to his nose to stop the bleeding.Marcus’s dad is now at his brother’s throat and Marcus’s mom Mitchel is crying as her two daughters come to my side,I couldn’t believe what was suppose to be maybe my best Christmas turned out to be a disaster.

Couple hours later we’re at the hospital with Marcus and his uncle who both shot each other in the leg. I’m sitting in the waiting room with Marcus coat on me as he speaks to the doctors,I remember the box,I numbly reached for it and opened it…

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Laurna Guiste



The Wiseroots Barbershop was renowned back in the 70’s,the days where men rocked their FROs and bells bottoms,taking drugs and partying wild. It was that time when men seemed lost and seemed direction that they would casually have a sit on one of the leather chairs, awaiting their turn for a trim.

The older men would nurture the younger ones with stories from their youth,passing on wisdom and lessons.Players would beg to learn a trick or two but the elders would only share how to be a gentleman and how to treat a lady.

The leather chairs over the years became an arena for discussions over politics,drugs,women,family, culture, race you name it. Nothing wasn’t hidden and the raw truth was spoken on daily life situations. It was at the barbershop Sam sat dumfounded when he found out he was going to be a father,at 18 just out of school with no job,he was given a job at the shop after being lectured on responsibility.

The Wise roots barbershop wasnt the best in latest cuts and trims but they held a warm,educational and entertaining ambience. A spot mothers would drop off their sons when they needed a good talk about being a real man or just a good boy. Many husbands would woo their wives after Mr Taylor told them his secrets of how he kept his marriage of 45 years strong,God,good talk and good sex he often said and the men would laugh at the 82 year old chap.

The barbarshop closed for a few months after the passing of Mr Taylor in the 90’s it was a sad day in that town and since his passing the place hasn’t been the same.

His son took over and runs it up to this day but he isn’t his father and though he tries his best to give advise these days they just are not received as before. The neighborhood has grown cold and filled with violence and drug pushers. The chairs are not as filled and when the talk is just about how it used to be.

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Laurna Guiste

P.S Fiction


Sweet and wise soul

Music and a huge grin is what he was known for,other than being a good accountant there was little I knew about him.

We worked at the same establishment for years and never spoke to each other, and even when I said hi his headphones just seemed a little louder. Can’t quite recall how we became friends or how we started talking but ever since we did we have not stopped.

It’s weird how amazing friendships can be birthed from casual greetings.Getting to know this individual over the years has allowed me to see him evolve into a fine young gentleman. From a character that has matured to be quite ambitious, intelligent, kind,family oriented,to one who is wise,curious and fears God.

I admire this young man’s courage and persistence, even in the midst of his disappointments,heartbreaks and pain I’ve seen him rise in positivity. It’s a blessing to call him friend and the fact we share the same adventurous strike makes it more interesting to have him in my circle.

His smile is still as broad and he still enjoys his music but he has grown to be much wiser than his age,and he continues to inspire me to rise to greatness.

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Laurna Guiste


Count down

So,it’s thirteen more days till Christmas and many of us are very excited to do our last minute shoppings,have family over, sharing of gifts,having lots to eat and drink,most of us throw diets out the window including myself during that time.(lol)

I honestly enjoy this time of year,it’s my favorite holiday,and no matter what age I am,Christmas always has me feeling warm on the inside. I live in the Caribbean where there isn’t any snow to make snow man’s or snow angels,nonetheless that hasn’t kept the kids from believing in Santa Claus and enjoying their new toys.

In the Caribbean we celebrate Christmas by indulging in huge purchases of hams and turkeys, pork,beef.. this is the part where cow’s butchered body is suspended by the legs while a group of buyers stand yelling how much bounds of meat they want . This may seem uncivilized, but this is viewed quite normal in the Caribbean society and the health inspectors ensures it is free from harm and good for consumption.

Canons made from bamboo,being  fired up by an excited boy blowing through a hole on the other end a fun yet risky experience which have left many boys without eye lashes. But nothing compare to the booming sound marking the celebration of the Christmas season,a childhood tradition that never ends.

I recall as a child waiting for my mother to return from town with loads of shopping and with a new doll,no matter how many dolls I had I always wanted a new one. Sodas sold by the crate were many,candy canes,ginger bear,eggnog and fruit cake marked the commencement of a jolly,green Caribbean Christmas.

To be continued

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Laurna Guiste




Give a little..

Today I was reminded to give a dollar not because you want others to see you and say oh what a good person you are,but because you felt led to,it was a heart decision.

I know I gave more before, and stopped mainly because of the stigma that vagrants hold of taking the money to purchase drugs. But today I’m reminded that the word compels me to give and I should obey.

Vagrants reaching out to me reminds me of how we struggle, and we all have needs,whether financial, emotional, physical, we all need someone to be there and show care. It also reminds me to be grateful in all things,for someone out there got it worse than me,and we are indeed blessed to be alive.

When we give it isn’t to get something in return but to picture ourselves in that person’s place and try to make a difference even if but for a moment.

It is better to give than to receive and when we give we shouldn’t tell the world of what we’ve done. This isn’t to impress anyone not even God,we give because it’s the right thing to do.

So let us learn to be a little more selfless and walk in someone’s shoe.

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Laurna Guiste



No-November Meat Challenge

“A woman who takes care of herself becomes her own best friend”  Maya Angelou

My No November Meat challenge has ended and I did not lose 35lbs like I desired however eating healthier has become easier. I know if I was way stricter on myself I would have lost the weight but I’ll be honest and state that I cheated once or twice, eating  meat 1 out of the seven days.

For the past couple of weeks I ate tuna with green bananas, sweet potato, ripe plantains (I decided to add more starch into my meals and I mastered cooking a delicious lentil,pumpkin,spinarch and carrot soup with plantain and sweet potato. My most delicious veg meal yet, added dices of seasoned tuna last Friday. This meal is literally finger licking good, my sister agreed and told me I should do it every day after she had a taste.


My exercises on the other hand were next to nothing during the week of  my menstrual cycle I lacked the energy and just wasn’t in the mood to do any body work, days I managed to do any exercises I only did sit ups. My hormonal swings had me craving fry chicken more than ever, the mare scent had me day dreaming and messed with salivary glands. I’m glad I resisted most days and gave in only one out of seven days not so proud of that but I have made some progress.

The challenge has been by all means difficult and I realized I could have pushed harder and I needed to be more disciplined to achieve greater results. Nothing happens overnight and self disciplined gets harder with time, it’s you who has to push and push really hard to achieve your goals.

This challenge is a process, it isn’t about the destination but it has been all about the journey.  Learning to take better care of myself, demonstrating self love in one of it’s highest form.

P.S I am pleased that my menstrual cycle was regular this month, something it hasn’t been for  some time, hence my  efforts have been recognized and has provided results.  I am motivated to continue on this healthy lifestyle take better care of me and my future God’s willing.

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Laurna Guiste


Fight for your true identity

The uncertainties of self discovery dissipates with age,time forces its impression of who you’ve settled to be and what society expects you to be.It is you who has to push against the mold,break through the barriers of expectations and be who you desire to be.It is a painful and hard experience to be free from the norm of society and as years pass by it becomes harder. But the moment you step out even if by baby steps you begin to accomplish things no other man would,because you dared to try,you dared to change and be different and not settle.
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No-Meat November Challenge continues

So,it’s the second week into my No-meat November Challenge and it  continues to be a royal pain in the butt,it is nothing short of challenging,not only is it more expensive to live a healthier lifestyle, you will also find as a result fewer people are actually encouraging you not to lose weight ,especially when they do not understand why you are on your journey and you have to keep reminding yourself why you starting your journey in the first place.

“Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.” Og Mandino

So for the second week I had soy chucks in coconut and curry gravy with spinach and vegetable rice that was delicious, I made oats one particular day and it was OK, had lots of vegetable rice and whole wheat crackers and banana smoothies for snack. My Vigorous exercises continued and I’m glad to announce I lost 6 lbs I wished it were ten(10) but it is something.


I know there is lots more work to do, I definitely have to push harder, with only two more weeks and a few days remaining in November  I want to lose more and  if not reach get real close to my target of 140lbs. For with God nothing shall be impossible, I will attain my goals.

The Saturday I did some running on the field near where I live along with some squats and sit ups,was painful but worth it. This journey continues with me pushing harder and resisting more each week. This journey testes me daily and helps me to exercise self control, saying no to yummy meats have been so darn hard. I must admit I did eat meat again but there were two pieces and I only ate one so my resistance is increasing.The journey continues.

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Laurna Guiste


First week in my No-November Challenge.

My No -November Challenge has started and I said I would be blogging about it so here goes…

My No-November/No meat challenge started, actually a little earlier than November, I  started on the 31st of October. Woke up for work that day filled of ambition and excitement,a smile on my face as I marched to the kitchen to prepare my meal for the day. I decided to have a lettuce,cucumber and tomato salad with two boiled eggs for  my protein for lunch and a cup of mint tea for breakfast.. I made a kail and banana smoothie with an apple and a couple peanuts for my snack.


14971995_10209343751704897_725413821_n(Kail and Banana smoothie)

I was at work and my co-workers who knew of the challenge shook their head at my excitement,one told me she is keeping me under close observation as she is monitoring my progress.I reminded her of my determination and how I was going to keep at it and not give up,with naysayers now i had to prove them wrong.So lunch came and my excitement simmered down when i honestly felt like a caterpillar eating bitter leaves,my lunch wasn’t as yummy to my taste buds as i highly anticipated,  i knew it would need some getting used to. When i got home that evening i in cooperated  some intense work outs I searched for on YouTube ,which was so intense that i  burnt out in no time lol I ended the night with some  corn meal for dinner.

On November 1st,  the Tuesday the second day into my challenge , my inner thighs were sore from the previous work out. For lunch I made vegetable rice with boiled egg and whole wheat bread with peanut butter and banana  with green tea for breakfast and I made banana,kail,spinach,oats and flax seed smoothie which was enjoyed very much since I am  a huge lover of banana,it adds creaminess and a sweet taste.


When i came home that evening i enrolled in some more vigorous exercises this time working my abs,arms,butt and thighs.I felt less tired afterwards as my body began getting used to it.

The third day into my challenge i had Raisin bran for breakfast with carrot and cucumber  salad and whole wheat bread which i enjoyed very much with a cup of locally made cocoa tea which I indulged in since it was the creole season in my country.


The Thursday rolled in and my usual fast food cravings kicked in,I took the scent of fried chicken and my body reacted like a vampire taking the scent of blood,i told my co-worker put the chicken away the scent was offending me,raising my meat loving beast,he quickly hid it from me.I pushed off the thoughts of fried chicken that taunted me and tried concentrating on the spinach and cucumber and tomato sandwich ,apple and yogurt  i had for lunch.


When i got home I felt rather tired and my determination honestly felt low,i enrolled in just sit ups and squats that night.

Friday came in (TGIF) and it was a public holiday in my country,however I had to work so  i decided just to have a cucumber and tomato sandwich with an apple and peanuts for my snack. Whole week I had successfully avoided meat and though my weight looked the same with me wanting immediate results I felt better inside. My body was awakening to a better,healthier me that could probably become a lifestyle,a good habit.

However , on my way home from work I took the sweet,aroma of fried chicken,brown at the crust scent clouded my mind,i tried to resist but i rationalized the situation and gave in to my weakness,   i rushed to the the snackette and hoped the passing little girl didn’t notice the battle i was having with myself. I asked for fried chicken and luckily they didn’t have any more ,though my taste buds were mad I thank God He intervened.

When i made it to the town though, Festivities were preparing to flood the town so vendors were lined up by the roadside selling barbecue chicken and hot dogs.With hunger kicking in I decided to buy a hot dog,it tasted good but it felt so wrong. I honestly felt guilty afterwards and like i betrayed myself,to add salt to injury when i got home i was still famished i ended up eating meat from the pot!Yes you may be shaking your head but i did. This just proves how challenging this is for me and for anyone out there who is battling a bad habit or trying to alter a negative lifestyle this is obviously difficult and results are not going to happen over night.My story is not one about perfection ,and how i mastered this so quickly, I failed because I  am human ,still weak and i have a long way to go, and i definitely need to be more disciplined.

So,that was my first week into the No November  -no meat challenge ,triumphs were actually making it four days without meat and actually maintain vigorous exercises every night after work and snacking on only healthy snacks,defeats were eating meat today.

I look forward to better days, me becoming even more intense and disciplined in my eating habits,for the upcoming week I want to eat mainly whole grains and absolutely no meats whatsoever. Keep yourself motivated and let’s continue this journey of a better us together. Look out for my next blog of my  progress  next week Friday God spear, Love you and do have a blessed weekend.

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Laurna Guiste



The human Cage

We were bound by our inhibited passions,connected by an invisible chain that made us indebted to each other. I didn’t love me,he didn’t love me,we didn’t love each other so we became slaves to our own masters called lust.Our love was tarnished by broken promises and we butchered each others trust and we hung limply, hoping for better,hoping for a change that would never come unless we allowed God to intervene.

“We often take demons as friends, playing around the bend,burning torches at night without fright because they wear amicable masks,but if we could only see what’s beneath we’d have a heart attack.”



God is merciful and just and will often seek to set his people free,but to those who’ve gone too far,its with them I plea. For self destruction can be one with no remedy,far worst when you delve in self pity and you become lost in the enemy’s web,my prayer is that you find your way back to where your conscience spoke and you obeyed. I wish you   didn’t ignore the cautions,the warnings before the storms and you took heed. I wish you didn’t serve God based on how it feels. Instead you sought to slay these warlocks on your own when you meddle with their toys! Darkness cannot win darkness,it is a losing battle,a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand. This is one to be fought by angels by God and not a mare man. When you lay up late fighting a losing battle,that depress your soul ,you have no warmth,your’e alone and cold, there is one waiting for to reach out to Him to make you whole.

One who can ease your pain and no matter how far you’ve gone,God is able to clean you,deliver you and set you free.

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Laurna Guiste