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I Still Remember Mama's Cooking

I still remember mama's cooking.
It is said that one never forgets , no matter what age, now matter what stage, mama's cooking always remains,etched in my memory.
I remember her famous fried chicken, her stewed peas( hold any Jamaican man) and rice the aroma of succulent pork, not often ,but a taste to die for.
I remember her Sunday special, it was always special, as it was that time of the week for bonding, I looked forward to that, Sunday matinee on then JBC ,Sunday family chit chat.
Tales of what happened at the hospital, the gruesome,detailed tales,lol, but somewhat riveting,almost as interesting as the movies.
I remember mama's cooking. Come to think it she was always there to cook Sunday dinner, even now that I think about it, she must have been exhausted, after a long ,arduous day at the hospital, but never failing ,she was always there to cook Sunday dinner.
I remember mama's cooking.
Mama always seem to have the touch, that special touch to make everything taste delectable, anything ,Calaloo, greens of some sort, which I guess most children hated at some point,curried goat,dumplus, and her chicken soup,hmmm!!!, THAT!! I have fond memories, the cure for any and all ailments ,whatever it was ,it was just right, after all ,its my mama's cooking.
I remember mama's cooking.
She taught me how to help myself, as in the future, believe me came in very handy " A man must learn how to help himself in the kitchen," she always said.
I remember mama's cooking.
Even when at play one knew that ,by the fragrance from the kitchen that dinner was nearly ready .Funnily enough her cooking was the bench mark ,all others are judged , wifey, girlfriend, if its not up to mama's standard ,you better learn and learn quick.
She doesn't cook anymore , ( sigh ) but wherever I go ,I still remember her cooking ,my mama's cooking.

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You Made a Difference

Baby,

You have become a fixture in my mind...
treading lightly... meaningfully... with purpose.
with each traverse, the words and wisdom you impart
leave an indelible print..for one so..might i say youthful.

I've often wondered why my intrigue hasnt
diminished... my interest hasnt waned...however I dare not
ask questions I dont want answers to, ...more than one
of those anectdotal text I do take as a message..
in other words i take what you say and analyse..
and i guess what you have been saying and has taught me to receive
each day as a gift , simply say thank-you to the
higher power that allowed it to happen....and share
those revelations with someone else if i am able
Days will pass without a word... a concern for your
well-being gives way to the loop which plays in my
head reasoning I have no entitlement to these
feelings..

Just when I assumingly give my good-while-it-lasted
adieu, you grace me with another cerebral-sensual
affirmation of faith: .... my inoculation against
the ills of a sometimes cruel world... and re-igniting
the embers of passion

On Friday... all day..I was feeling quite out of it.. it was not an
unprecedented first Friday in my life I had ever
spent alone and wild or destructive thoughts of how many more
of these there might be crept into my mind... it had
never mattered before and suddenly it did.
Friends..not sure if I have many left...I mean...I have Brethrens
We hang..we drink ..same old same old...male bonding they say...
talking the same thing over and over..who dem sleeping with..
dem conquest etc etc etc...sick of it ..NOW..
Thats where you come in..you came at a critical juncture..
.I find our conversations refreshing..exhilarating..

But that day..You sent me a text...a simple text..
But I'm ashamed that I have become that weak
as to be so easily swept from dispair to elation by a
simple smile or a text... from you...go figure..

And i am just kidding.. It wouldn't have mattered, even a hello from you would have had a cathartic effect.

What you sent me that day was a text... one of many..but the timing was impeccable...
Just when I needed it....
and it simply filled me up. It made me stop wishing for
things that once were and helped me gracefully
accept..
I shouldnt need to be reminded, ....I shouldnt 'need'
...

So went home and played some tunes...Babyface, Neyo,Luther..

I played this sultry Patti Labelle" If you asked me to" track over and over......there's an exotic sexxy obsessiveness about
the music ..... burgundy velvet, ...slow-flowing sweet
syrup, ...Port, Brandy, Amarone ...wax bleeding down
the shaft of a candle that has
burned solo all evening... pooling at its base.... -teasing the baser instincts, all the while remaining coy and
sophisticated...with a certain wisdom.. sort of
like you..pretty lady

I know you listen to these songs .I like that.......this old skool
genre of R and B Mixes, drummers and
percussionists just your taste... and mine

i just wanted you to know you make a difference...

Me..

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I Hope You Dance

I hope you Dance..
One thing I have learnt , especially with this boy, Oh!! for the mind of a child..We need to view things from a child's perspective. 
With children there is a dance for everything .
There's the bathroom dance,
There's the shower dance..
There is the getting jook at the doctor dance..
There's the getting ready for school putting on clothes dance. 
Then of course there is the " pee pee" dance ,learnt from their mother. 
There is the " food nice " dance ,like when they are having ice cream...
The movie dance, watching some silly cartoon..but then of course there is the dreaded " spanking dance" most of us can relate. 
So the point is in our daily life ,we must be able to find one thing to just let go and dance with wild abandon..you know ..like no one is watching you ,my dear friend,
I sincerely hope you  find a reason to dance ...
Random thought..

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With a Gleam In Her Eyes

She still has that gleam in her eyes..
The only surety in life is change,that's the reality ,and time has ensured that whether we like it or not we all have to endure ..but one thing never changes is that gleam in her eyes.
After age, now bordering 90years, though time has removed alot of her near memories, though when you look carefully you see nothing but that gleam..
She stares into nothingness, not exactly sure what goes through her mind at this stage..
But I do know there is a gleam in her eyes whenever she looks at me, with her exclamation of " I didn't know you were here?" And her eyes alight " where is my little man?.."
"Tahh..."..
She still can't remember my son's name..
But there is a gleam in her eyes..
When she recounts ,days of old ,of stories some untold,but passed through the generations..
Why I can tell everything from Jamaicas past,from tram cars, to bustamante sweets,from Louise Bennett to Mass Ran..
And then there is that gleam, as she stares in the skies , exclaiming how beautiful the day is, to her ,the sun is always shining, with a little bit of haze,and a cool breeze..
Then there is that gleam in her eyes as she devours one of many mangoes , some times I think she forgets that she just had 1/2 doz..but she does so with that gleam ..in her eyes..
With that gleam in her eyes she remembers the birthday dates of all her siblings, not remembering that they have all left her, and await her,
But she does so with that gleam in her eyes,
Then when she receives a call from a sister,a friend a nurse.. by the way she is affectionately called nurse.. ..she squeals like a little girl ..
But then in the next 10mins there after remembers no one had called,
But with that gleam in her eyes..
I look at her now, I stare into those eyes, she smiles ,stares back , says nothing ,but does so, with a gleam in her eyes..

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How To Survive Pms ,From a Male's Perspective

PMS..
1.IF YOU SUSPECT ITS APPROACH ING THAT TIME OF MONTH, WORK DONE 5.30  MEK SURE YOU AT HOME 5.45..
2.MAKE SURE YOU WALK THROUGH THAT DOOR WITH ICE CREAM..OR CHOCOLATE,OR ANYTHING SWEET.
3.TEST WATER BY ASKING HOW WAS YOUR DAY DARLING? WIT A SMILE
4.RUB FEET WITHOUT BEING ASKED..DO IT WITH A SMILE..
5.SPOON FEED ICE CREAM, BUT PREPARE FOR HER TANTRUM..
6.RUB SHOULDERS
7.PUT PHONE ON SILENT..
8.REMOVE ALL FLYING OBJECTS FROM HER REACH.
.PLATES,KNIVES,PHONES ETC.
9.BEFORE GOING TO BED ,MAKE SURE HER SIDE IS NICE AND COOL AND COMFY..
10.GENTLEMEN DON'T EVEN MENTION THE WORD SEX..CAN BE DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR HEALTH .MAY HAVE TO SLEEP ON VERANDAH ..

DID I MISS ANYTHING..?

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The Dinner

Your eyes were locked on target, looking beyond what you saw into the unknown, (me) and as you stared at me, I felt like everyone of my last thoughts you owned.
As you sat there..i could hear your voice..such sweet sounds..I heard ..I listened I sat in awe.I felt envious of me and all the men in that room that night
As the waiter brings the first entree and you sip...you burst out laughing..that gleeful laugh that calms the hardest of souls..A bit too hot for your liking..yuh nuh like nottin too hot.
And as i watch you..a myriad of thoughts cross my mind.
"Life allows us to meet the wrong people first, so when we meet the right ones we know them."
You are able to see things in me that people who are close to me fail to see that sums up why I feel so connected to you: "" You've gotten me to express myself in ways I usually wouldn't.
I have seen many sides to your persona..the tough, no nonsense,the business and the soft, fragile and sensitive side to you. The "enigma" to you which is all you,
I have realised its not a show , it's just the side to you that's easiest for you to portray..it attracts,disarms,but,I want to go beyond that. beyond your smile, your upbeat spirit and your some-what flawless happy-go-lucky demeanor .
But then i have digressed.
The sound of your laughter brings me back to you.
the aroma from the food,curry,not your fave ,but then on a cold portland night ,it hits the spot.
The wine ..white wine goes down smoothly..enhancing that glow on your face...
after we dine,we are conscious of the music in the background ,our song ..yes we do have a song.
(if only for one night,luther vandross)
We excuse ourselves from the table...
....i lead you onto the balcony.
as we look ou,the landscape,everything is in sync,the stars,the breeze..the music
as we embrace,a sigh escapes from you...as if all your cares,thoughts.were let loose....I run my hand down your arm,soft..your body seems to have become entwined with mine.. separated by lace ..brush against me..i can feel you slowly wining,your hand roam beneath my shirt all over my smoothly shaven skin..I slowly run my hand over your assets . feeling those curves,i feel my hands trembling..its so hard to play it cool.. when deep down deep down..my heart races...
I feel you come up on me,twin mounds still stiff..as if about to explode...
and as we dance , we have reached another plateau.
.and i cant resist .
my tongue reaches your ear.
..your body tightens on mine.
i feel you tighten.

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Some People Feel the Warmth of the Sun

And I walked..

It was going to be a hot day,not unusual for this time of year.This is Jamaica.
But I could feel the intense heat as I set out that morning..
It was bright and as I walked in that sun , I cursed it was blazing, and as I walked , I felt beads of perspiration beginning to build , I tried to hasten my steps ,to see if there could be a little relief from this what seemed like torture.
As I walked I looked up the glare was unbearable..and cursed even more..but I walked..and as I walked I passed an elderly man also walking, taking his time ,step by painstaking step.
I wondered to myself , isn't he sure to be burning up..
And I walked, and as I walked briskly my mind wandered ,myriad of thoughts traversed my mind..I thought about persons abroad who would literally die for a day such as this, I snickered ..
And I walked ,and as I walked my thoughts drifted to that elderly man, who yes, he was taking his time ,but he was very fortunate to be able to walk any ..
And I walked..
and as I walked, I thought of the many persons who were deprived of the opportunity to see the sun this morning.Whether though ill health, incarceration,
And I walked..
But my walk began to slow somewhat and as I walked
I thought about those persons who never made it into this day ,those who passed away before this dawn..
And my walk slowed ..
And as I walked I realized I have so much to give thanks for..Yes I am walking ,I am seeing ,I made it through the night..
I am indeed blessed..
And I walked ,but as I walked I looked at the beautiful foliage, I looked at the clear sky ,the clouds, the spattering of birds in all their glory..
And my pace slowed to almost the pace of the elder I passed earlier..
But it was a different walk ..I know longer felt that urgency to get out of the sun..
I actually barely felt it..
You see it's all about perspective..
Some persons will feel the warmth of that sun while others just feel the heat..
Blessings..

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I Wish It Would Rain

That gentle sound of the rain as it pitters on leaves..the fresh aroma as it blends with the earth..that chill of the morning's dawn..The feel of a woman as she nestles to exchange warmth..Sigh!!
I wish it would rain more often

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Love Will Find You Again

A random thought on us..
For the past year, I've been getting to know someone as a friend. I wasn't looking for a relationship neither was she. I wasn't expecting anything out of it. I wasn't at a place in my life where I wanted to be with someone. And so, we would learn about each other. We would have meaningful conversations. We would talk about things with substance. Once the general stuff was out of the way, that's when we got into the deeper things. That's when we really started to open up to each other. That's when we showed our true selves to one another. Keep in mind, this is all happening in a matter of months. This was a process, and a very slow process at that. It like we talked every single day hours at a time. We're both living our own individual lives. We're not really scouting.. potential in other people
People crossed our paths that never seem to measure up. But we've always kept each other in mind, I went to go visit her mobay ,clear to mobay and spend time with her. The most fulfilling thing I got to do with her was to getting to know her better and to really know who she is as a person.
The intimacy was electric..There was a day where we literally sat on a couch for hours and we did nothing but talk and while that might sound boring, that was honestly all I wanted and it was so much fun. To someone to let you look into their soul is such a rarity these days, and I'm fortunate enough to say that I've been able to do that.

Honey what I have learned.. what you have to understand is you have to love someone as a friend first before you could love that person as something more because the friendship between you two has to have a strong spiritual foundation to stand in order for it to even have a chance to grow. Most people skip being friends ..There was never a friendship that was established between the two of you so when the lust wears off and the interest fades, what do you really have with that person? Nothing.
To my best friend, my lover,my soul mate..

'Stimulate a girl's mind first before her body, earn her respect first before her affection, and win her trust first before her love because only something genuine will last and it takes time to build."

Be patient and love will find you again.

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Lost Love

She thought about all that she had given up... her family, friends, financial security
She recalled the sacrifices she had made... no job, no money, heartless and cruel in-laws
She remembered the love that she had given.. pure, selfless, unconditional and true
For what..?
How had it come to this..?
Her perfect life.. perfect man.. perfect love..
Swiftly disappearing like quicksand through fingers
The more she tried to hold on.. 
The harder she fought..
The faster it slipped from her grasp
She thought she could make it right; after all love conquers all
But time proved her so wrong
She went through the stages:
Denial..........this could not be happening to her
Anger..........how could he do this? she didnt deserve it
Bargaining....please reconsider please dont do this
Depression...how was she going to make it all alone?
Acceptance..it was all over
Even then...
She didnt understand it...
She still didnt get it
All she knew was...
Hope was gone..
Faith was gone..
Trust was gone..
Love was gone