When One Suffers…

When I would hear about a tragedy happening to someone, whether I knew them or not, I would immediately say, “that is so terrible” and immediately think, “thank God it’s not me!” I was relieved I had been spared the suffering that person was enduring at that time and I prayed fervently to God that it would never be my experience. You see, I naively believed that I was more special than others in their darkest moments. Little did I know that it was just that my turn had not come yet, but it would.

Now I believe that when one of us suffers we all suffer. Since the pandemic, I have heard too much of death and loss, of sudden tragedies and life-threatening emergencies. Through them, I have come to be more compassionate. So now my first thought is not that I must be lucky, but what can I do, what can I say to lessen the blow for that person. How can I be of service to ease some of their anxieties and pain? How much bearable those moments of loss, suffering and pain would be if we realised the importance of really, sincerely and authentically supporting each other. I know there is a sense of peace and comfort with knowing that many are with you, praying for you that many support and will lift you if you should fall and fall hard. It is good to know and this brings peace of mind that money or any valuable possession can never replace. W need each other.

For me, this is a truth I can see more clearly at times like these when uncertainties seem ever more present than they were before. We need each other, not to be separated by perceived advantages that make some feel more valuable, more visible and less silenced. We need each other because our very survival depends on it. Without each other, each of us will get lost along the way until there is no one who can if you a hand. No one to cheer you on, loudly and passionately, to the finish line

It is easy to turn away from someone else’s pain and suffering if we want to do so. However, because there are many threads that connect us in some way or another, it is impossible to avoid. So instead of trying to avoid the impossible, why not see your humanity in them and support, encourage and uplift them to where they can be healed. So that when your time comes there will be someone or many someones there to advise you, help you to find and apply the antidote and help to nurse you back to health. When one suffers we all will suffer and when one is honoured we all must rejoice.

Some like the Dark

Some like the Dark

Some people are afraid of the light
and can only hide in the dark
quietly
shallow breath
they wait timidly
overwhelmed by the possibility
of being seen
measure
weighed
found wanting.
So they strike 
like a shadow
a phantom of doom
knowing no way
out of their tomb
created by fear
of being seen
andd found wanting.
There they lurk
ghostly figures
trying to refashion ans rework
all the inadequacies
they see in their eyes.

Across the Sea

Do you have a song you can go through for months, even years without hearing and the next time you hear it, it tastes like a sweet piece of your childhood? Well for me one of those songs is “Dreamland” by Marcia Griffiths. Since February is Reggae Month, on the radio you hear every era of reggae music there is, repeatedly. As a child who grew up in the 1990s, this is one of the songs that I would hear all the time on the radio, because my grandmother -saying great-grandmother is too much- would always have the radio on one particular station and this at times was in heavy rotation. So it reminds me of love, the love she had for me reflected in all the sacrifices she made so I lacked nothing. It reminds me of how free I was as a child, free to tell the truth and speak my mind, to be myself -which was often a most precocious child – and to just not worry about what was happening all around me. It reminds me of nights my cousin Gandy and I would have impromptu sing-offs on the verandah where our grandmother would yell at us to, “stop the noise before she shut us up”. And we would stop for a while and then continue, because, hey what were a few minutes of passionate beatings for a good time. Now, those moments, that time, seem so dreamy, bittersweet dreams. At that time we did not know we were making memories that would sustain us through the harsh realities of life. Those moments are frozen in time and from time to time something triggers is to go back and look, and smile teary-eyed smiles of great nostalgic euphoria. So I offer this poem which today this song triggered. I hope you enjoy it.

Across the Sea

What lies there is beyond imagining
only the finer things
at your finger tips
straight to your lips.
nothing as sweet
as knowing your life is complete
your treasure
wild nectar 
dripping slowly down your throat
to hit that sweet spot
then press repeat.
Let's ride the waves of this waterfall
water so pristine
so clear and true
until we hear the call
to levitate to the sky
and count them stars.

After all
this is our dream
we belong to this world
nothing is too extreme
anything and anyone can be redeemed.
After all
isn't this heaven?
Isn't this a dreamland?



One of those days

One of those days.

Just one of those days
when nothing seems to go right
when all around
life's pleasures no longer suffice.
Just one of those days
when you are twisted 
inside out.
Just one of those days
when Joy is no where about
and your nerves have ran away.
Just one of those days
when all you have to celebrate
is making it through that day.

I’m Tired

I'm Tired

I'm tired of you
and all you do
to make lies true
when you do whatever to
make me the one who
had to pursue
while you unbothered pursue
your pleasures.

I'm tired
and I want out
now!
Do you hear me?
Can you see me?
Do you even know me?
I don't think you do.
But that's staying true to you
so what's new.
I guess I was the fool
who clung to this mirage of untruths.

Praise Song

Praise Song

Hallel

From the deepest bowels of hell
I scream
my release
"born, born, born again 
thank God I'm born again"...
forged from fire
born of water and the spirit
and the blood...
My tears 
fall away like scales
Thank God
I am no longer for sale
no longer a slave!
From my mouth
a spring well of sage
sayings.

Sifa.

see how far you are
if the voice you carry
carries thunder and fire
to ignite and inspire
the dead to rise again.
bow low
but stand tall
when you hear the call
the call to worship.

I am planted deep
and deep
I come from
now
always...

shalom