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Compounds and Elements
It's painful to recall my so head full or rocks.
Inorganic chemistry was for me, plain, mysterious bedrock!
Luckily my chemistry partner must have been from heaven sent.
To me, with a brain made of rock hard cement.
Fires I started and experiments exploded!
My professor stared at me~ I saw his mind being imploded.
This was at Loyola University in Chicago,that's right near the lake.
I think I prayed at night for God my soul to take!
I was sure I was going to fail this course.
I stared at my student nurse's face with total remorse.
The day for final grades,so horribly came,
I figured he would fail this dizzy dame.
To the professor's office I went with my knees knocking.
I was about to learn something totally shocking.
He was such a sweet, short, lovely man sitting,
with a smile on his face.
I had the feeling, perhaps I would not be disgraced!
" I know how good a nurse you will be.
So I decided not to fail you, but give you a D!"
Happy as a lark,as grateful, as can be.
I went to our Madonna De La Strada Chapel, thanking the
Lord for sending this compassionate professor to me.
July 28, l2020
4pm PST
This is a factual account of some of the
best days of my life at Loyola.
"Ad Majorem Dei Gloria"
I tell you, in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than ninety-nine righteous people who do not need repentance. Luke 15:7
We don't go to the doctor just for the fun of it.
We may be sick, or need a check-up,
or want the doctor's advice about healthy living.
There are many reasons to go to God in prayer
but none as important
as seeking a cure for our spiritual illness
and restoring our relationship with God.
After all, Jesus says
there will be great joy in heaven
over the one who repents.
When we repent, we come to ourselves in truth
and recognise our very real need
for God's forgiveness.
Then, we are ready to be washed in God's love.
Loving God,
you know everything that is in our hearts.
Help us to trust in your love
that we may turn to you in our sinfulness and be healed.
Inspired by St. Ignatius of Loyola
Barely weeks of seven of the orgy
Space crash of 117 people in a Bellview
Tragedy came knocking
This time harder with anger to
Ginger blood off its hunger
Unto the street of heaven came the commotion
On the Flyers descendant to the open
Field in the Rivers of Port-Harcourt
Emerge the Sosoliso Tsunami
Sixty future seeds of the Nation with
Fourty eight others including the Woman of God
Who churn out words for the Bachelors and Spinsters
Burnt into ashes as the Flyer caught fire with power
Before their very eyes they got burnt with
The Sosoliso bird of 1145 providing the
Shield to which the fire fired in Port-Harcourt
Parents of the future seeds of Ignatius Loyola Jesuit
Were garbed with the toga of helplessness
Other loved ones waiting at the open field
To receive them, had the cap of loneliness on
But for one survivor they had all perished
Burnt for their Negligence
Burnt for their palpable Levity
Burnt for their Greediness
To whom shall we point accusing
Finger of Sosoliso Tsunami?
Unto whose neck shall we hang
The blood of the Innocent lives of Bellview 117?
Unto whose head shall we heap all these
Garbage of calamity and catastrophe?
Who shall replace the three shinning
Future seeds of the Ilabor family?
Unto them that sold the People’s
Fliers for surplus value
Unto them at the top of the Rock
Who loot and siphon cowries meant for the People
Unto them I say ,Unto those who shirks their
Responsibilities and hang it on Private mediocres
Unto them whose insidious desire is to sell
Our land and the inhabitants
Unto them whose long throats and wicked eyes
Is driven only by profit
Unto them all who shall be burnt into
Ashes of Filthy history and memories
Alayande Stephen .T
14th of December,2005
11.23pm
For Victims of Bellview 117 and Sosoliso 108
Those that Nigerian Government sent on a
Mission impossible on air for their negligence
And looting galore in the Aviation Industry
Form:
....On Receiving my Nursing Cap......
On the shores of Lake Michigan, I bowed my head,
and received my nursing cap.
At Madonna de LaStrada Chapel, long before the
days there was a life overcome with Apps!
In those days we wore uniforms, white stockings
and white shoes.
Rules were strict, there was no " dress as you like"
loose rules.
I miss those days, of caring directly for others.
Learning to give injections, scared the life out of me
and my nursing school sisters and brothers!
I admire those who give their days and nights, to
work with the very ill.
But memories of wrapping dead bodies in bags,
still gives me a chill!
There were no computers back then, we wrote notes
neatly down.
At bedtime, we gave those who chose, a wonderful
massage and nightly rub down!
Midway through nursing school, God sent to me,
my love!
I gave up nursing school, eloped, and became both
wife, and turtedove!
Still, those tender moments, I love so to recall.
Loyola University, in Evanston, Saint Francis Hospital,
And caring for my patients, most of all!
3/28/2021
~1~
Notes: I changed majors and attended other universities
to get a Bachelor of Education.
Major: Science Minor: Philosphy
I did teach in elementary schools in Chicago and later in
the San Francisco Unified School District.
I attended the University of Chicago after that, to study
famous painters, sculpturers and classical music.
"Stardust Memories"
Theme of our college dance.
The dance card in the walnut hutch now rests.
My date's handwriting, still alive in it.
Pink, sparkling, decades old, the wristlet dance card is.
Filled with sorority sisters' names.
The band's name, so classy.
The Tam O'Shanter Country Club.
A night of tuxedoed,gorgeous young men.
And their beautifully gowned young women.
Dancing softly under tender lights.
The spring breezes, so fragrant.
You and I, kissing in innocence under silver moonlight.
Nights like this never do end, the music still sings in me,
Caressed by today's sweet winds,
And my heart's forever feelings!
* College Days~ Memories of Loyola University, Chicago"
August 17, 2020
8pm PST
D. Trump
we dumped
Ted Cruz
you lose
Cuomo
should go
Newsom's*
gruesome
Biden's
hidin'
Faucci's
grouchy
Meghan's
ragin'
Harry's
scary
Queen Mom's
aplomb
Prince Charles
just snarls
ISIS
crisis
Iran
new bomb
Kim Jong
King Kong
Bit coin
come join
T-bonds
abscond
Oil price
up twice
Brit Spears
cry tears
Doc Seuss
cut loose
Big Dance*
short pants
Sis Jean*
Prom Queen
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*Notes:
Newsom - California governor whom voters are trying to recall
The 'Big Dance' is a nickname for the NCAA basketball tourney,
which begins this week.
Sis Jean is Sister Jean, a 101 year-old nun who works at Loyola
University, which made the 'Big Dance' for the second time in the
last four years. At age 98, she accompanied the team to the 'Dance,'
sat on the bench, hugged and cheered players, even gave them
advice(!) and Loyola came made it to the Final Four! Wow! This year,
she's going back again, at 101! What a gal!