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From tragedy to triumph – but oh the journey in between. Sexual molestation starting from before age ten, pregnant at 14, spousal abuse, parental abuse, other abusive relatives and strangers… Hard work; hungry days; dishonest friends … You name it – she went through it.
But in spite of it all, today she has emerged as an entrepreneur to be reckoned with – a household brand for the diaspora. If you are into good Jamaican food – you will know of Sonia’s Homestyle.

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I believe that words can change a life. Sometimes it takes only one word to derail or encourage progress. Each of us has an individual journey and will therefore digest these words in different ways….~Jenese~

There is a poem for every occasion…every emotion.

your moment – now

The day you accepted your destiny, your success became reality.

Your journey, though uphill at times encouraged a spirit of will.

A pillar of salt has no place in your stride and since faith blankets your intention, life will not slow meaningful steps. Stay humble.

Be grounded in experience.

As you learn…grow. As you grow…know.

When the knowledge of humility saturates the creases of mental strain, make space for joy, there is no need to race ahead of time.

Life is when and where you claim it.

Live now.

humanity

We live across streets, up lanes and down avenues.
We share polite excuses, criss-crossing supermarket isles and for a short while we entertain a quiet ‘hello’; but just as quickly…we let it go.

We encounter potential friendships; pick, choose… and still we refuse to be aware of the single spiritual consciousness that is so near.

We hold on tight to aloneness which ripples into a lonely life –
fear dictates our choice:

It scares us to entertain another and find it’s like talking to ourselves.

The blood that connects humanity flows from the same vein, that single spiritual consciousness has the simple Human name.

The sensation in fingertips tingles on human cue, the pump of love deep with each breath….
a human rhythm –
Me. You.

head or tail?

I helped you out of a situation that was sticky as paste, and in your haste to thank me, salty streams wriggled free from grateful eyelids and you worried that my life was on hold…
my youth would not unfold because of the chains that bind an old woman.

I kiss the salty stream and my dream was of your fears …away.

For my youth to make sense, I cannot speak of you in the past tense.

I live with the joy of knowing that you live with the joy of knowing me.

It’s enough to make me spin the coin and walk away with the satisfaction of its balance.

hope

A short story sneak peek…

“What happened to my life?” Hope whispered. A single teardrop slowly rolled down her right cheek. She had spent the night crying; in fact, she had spent the entire weekend swimming in her own tears. Maybe one tear was all she had left. She chuckled without humour. “Great, now I am running out of tears…what’s next?” She exhaled forcibly, slowly pushed herself up from the sofa, dragged her feet across the room and stood in front of the mirror. Hope stared. Everyone thought she was beautiful. At 5ft 8” tall, she had inherited her mother’s athletic features without ever having to work hard for it. Her body had matured with enough curves in the right places to make you wonder if God still had the mold. Her chocolate brown skin was without a hint of blemish, her wide sparkly eyes, always fluid with curiosity and determination and an impressive head of thick black locks running almost to her waistline completed a package of natural beauty.
But the person that looked back at her was not an attractive 27 year old woman. Her face was haggard and she felt broken, damaged and lost. “Where did I go wrong?” But she already knew the answer. Byron. How was it possible to love and fear someone at the same time? It made no sense. Hope was beginning to believe that what she saw as love, was something else entirely.
Fear, she understood……