“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want, and not let the cattle stand in your way.”  – Janet Fitch, White Oleander


Simon Cowell’s Golden Buzzer Act

These two amazing, young boys – Leondre (rapper) is aged 13, Charlie (singer) is aged 15 are writing and performing their own songs in a bid to try and publicize subjects such as bullying. It is not easy to sing your heart out in front of thousands of people. Personally I think they are very talented and huge role models to their and younger generation.

The LYRICS are as follows:

Check it out
Oh no
Here we go

Please help me God, I feel so alone
I’m just a kid, how can I take it on my own
I’ve lost too many tears just writing this song
Trying to fit in, where do I belong?
I wake up every day, don’t want to leave my home
My momma’s askin’ me why I’m always alone
Too scared to say, too scared to holler
I’m walking to school with sweat around my collar
I’m just a kid, I don’t want no threats
My gloves are bad, my life’s a mess
The names you call me, they hurt real bad
I want to tell my Mom
She’s havin’ trouble with my Dad
I feel so tight there’s nowhere to turn
Just goin’ to school
Don’t wanna fight I wanna learn
So please mister bully
Tell me what I’ve done
You know I have no Dad
I’m livin’ with my Mom

Hopeful, yes I am
Hope for today
Take this music where you sit
Let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful
And He’ll make a way
I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay
Just be hopeful

Why do you trip every single thing?
I didn’t ask to be born but now I have to pay
I ain’t got no money, take all I have
When I give it to you, you search all my bags
I feel so scared when you shout me down
You kick me, punch me, throw me to the ground
When I ask you what have I done
You hit me again, make fun of my Mom!

Hopeful, yes I am
Hope for today
Take this music where you sit
Let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful
And He’ll make a way
I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay
Just be hopeful

What I wear is all I have
I look so hobo, livin’ from a bag
Yo mister bully, help me please
I’m flesh and blood, accept me please
Hey mister bully, I don’t know what to do
My mind it can’t explain what it did to you
Mister bully, take a moment please
Every single day you bring me to my knees

Hopeful, yes I am
Hope for today
Take this music where you sit
Let it take you away
And be hopeful, hopeful
And He’ll make a way
I know it ain’t easy but that’s okay
Just be hopeful

Show or Tell

When you show someone how you make them feel, it is creative and genuine. However when you just use words and tell someone how you feel, it might mean nothing but just a habit or expectation. You can say two words or the three words, any combination of words do not give you the rare experience of actually feeling what someone will do for you; the situation can be a happy one, a sad one, a challenge or even an opportunity. When you do something for a loved one, it is the combination of efforts, comfort, well-being, self-assurance, wonder and admiration.

show me

So you think you can ignore?

You want to ignore me – please be my guest.

Ignoring someone in the same room, can be a bit of a task. It is not that you choose to be this person, however circumstance/ situations make you keeping running into such people.

So I have observed what people do and maybe I should share these tips:

  1. Avoid eye contact. I think this is by far the best and the safest way to do it. As long as your eyes do not meet and you do not acknowledge the person actually exists. You are doing a good job.
  2. Distance yourself. Obviously if you were important enough, you would be greeted differently, rather meet each other half way. But you know you are not on the list of greetings so stop right there and pretend to be busy elsewhere and wait for them to get the message. No point lingering around such people to catch up. Leave enough personal space for both of you to move away in a relaxed manner (although we both know what’s going on)
  3. Body Language. If you are close to the person, simply cross your legs, sip your drink, slouch, no need to smile or frown and even better make conversation to the person on the left or right.
  4. Best tool is your mobile. Call, text, click pics or play a game. Keep your hands full and eyes focused on your mobile. This keeps you and your body busy.

So just follow these simple tricks that I have observed and learned lately. Ignoring people socially is no rocket science. In short:

  • Smile, stay busy with other friends.
  • Dance, with who you want to dance, not with someone who only wants to be seen in the picture.
  • Be engaged with your purse, your hair, your watch or your phone and pretend that nothing is going on.

Happy Ignoring !!


“I rise”


You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou