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Busy Bee, Busy Bree, Busy Me What’s the quote? The devil finds work for idle hands? I work harder than the devil I bet, because I cannot sit still for one single second.   Peace that passes all man’s understanding, I am promised. And I’m sure I’ve received it. That’s why nothing’s happening.   Be still and know that I am God . Psalm 46:10   Can I get a fidget spinner at least, please, God? Because I’ve turned into one trying to sit still . I know that you are God, but can I please have something to do, other than nothing? How can I just sit here when there’s so much work to be done? I get it, you don’t need me to complete Your work in this world, but You really want me to just be still ?   I discovered what faith meant in a 20-minute conversation. Simply put: all God asks us to do is trust in Him and obey His Word while we wait on Him. That’s faith. Whatever you do to fill the time is your business. But those are the two requirements as a Chri...

This is it. This is the Peace, the piece of God I’ve always asked for. "Um Pôr do Sol na Praia" - Silva e Ludmilla The kettle whistles. I think to myself, “Wow, I really love making my cup of tea.” I pour the boiling water into my teacup, already filled with my creamer, sugar and of course the black tea bag. (Fight me, this is the right way to make tea.) I sit down at the dining table and think “Wow, I really have nothing to do.” I don’t have any obligations at this point in time. Yet, I’m still searching, seeking really, for something to do. It’s funny how I’ve got to learn how to relax. Literally sit myself down. Breathe in. Breathe out. These are conscious thoughts that I have to make. My teeth have actually been hurting the past couple of days because of how tight I’ve been clenching my teeth, biting down. The less things I have to do, the more agitated I become. Why? As my schedule frees up and I have less and less obligations that I actually have to tend to, ...

I was waiting pour mon Prince Charmant “Who is he?” you ask. Well, the one who charms you the most, obviously. What does it mean to charm someone? To have them under a spell. A spell of good looks, humour, wonderful words, whatever the sort may be. It’s my fault for believing he’d show up. Life is no fairytale. It’s my fault for watching all those Disney princess movies. Life is no fairytale. It’s my fault for believing in happily ever after’s. Life is no fairytale.   I relate the most to Belle, in terms of Disney princesses, I mean. Her name means Beauty in French. She read all the day long. And loved her father very dearly. She didn’t intend to be charmed or fall in love with the Beast. It just happened. We saw how fed up she was with her small town and wouldn’t even give the Charmer of the Town, Gaston, the time of day. The whole town marvelled at her yet made her feel like an outcast because she was a mystery to them. She was headstrong, well-read and beautiful. Doe...

What is the human cost of war? Humans. Uh duhhh. I heard a CNN anchor pose this question in passing the TV that everyone’s been glued to during this Russia-Ukraine conflict. I don’t know if it was a quote or if this question was actually being asked, but my reaction was “Is this even a question?” in a bewildered manner. It was a form of rhetoric to get us, as viewers, thinking. The cost of war is human life. Period.   There’s no circumlocuting the point. No beating around the bush. There’s no need for the use of rhetoric when it comes to times like these. The evidence is clear. Human lives are at stake. This topic is not one to be danced around. It’s become so common. 24/7 surveillance of war. Truly desensitising. All morality has been lost at this point.   When countries choose to fight, when they choose to engage in war as opposed to engage in conflict resolution, they make the choice to endanger human lives. There’s no if’s, and’s or but’s about it. Wh...

Lock up, lock up, lock up. Make sure your door is double locked. Are all the doors locked? Did you check the windows too? Okay, good. Just making sure. Good, now no one can get in. Can you get out? Good, so only those with a key can get out then? Okay good, only those you let in can get in.   Seems like a pretty good security system to me. I hope you feel safe. Locked away from everyone. I hope they feel deterred, on the other side of the fence. I hope they know your house is off limits. I hope they never try to get in.   Wait, you wanted to be a part of a community? But how can they get in? But why would they want you to let them in? Have you seen how your house looks from the outside? So, you’ll take all the locks off the door? But what about your safety?        

You know if you’re a fly, you like faeces. If you’re a bee, you like flowers. You like what you like, and you’ll like it until you stop. And some people just don’t know any better.   Let me pose this question to you: What is the difference between a gated community and a ghetto? Both are under surveillance: one by usage of cameras, the other, policed. Both have reserved geographical areas: one, the suburban ring, the other, the inner city. Both are bound to these areas, who enjoys it? Hiding away for so long left me forgetful of the feeling of belonging. Now that I’ve re-entered the world and to be surrounded by so much positivity and light, I ask why I kept myself away for so long?   For those that don’t know me very well, I haven’t been, or at least have been on and off social media for the past two years and I’ve only just re-joined society, if you will, about a couple days ago, with this blog actually.   I remember my cousin asking me if “I was on the run” because I h...