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HOW TO HELP YOUR CHILD BECOME A SUCCESS!

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

I may not be able to afford certain things like cable tv, or direct tv…but I take my son to the park and help him to train toward tennis scholarships! Also he wants to work on competitive tennis. 
 So I go with him and toss the ball at him fast, slow,  low to the grow and high in the air.  So what am I telling you?  I just try to help as much as I can. 

 

 

Some people like to tell me to stop focusing on my kid so much.  But you know what?   If I do not help him now…he may not be able to support himself or his future wife and kids.  So what is wrong with being there now? 

Oh,  some people have told me…you need to keep yourself happy.  Look,  when I am past the age of 48 that I am now….I would hate to have to look back and see that I did not do all I could to help my child acheive. 

 Hey,  everybody has a diferent reason for what they do in life. 

 I am sitting here blogging….so am I totally consumed with my  son 24 hours a day?????  OF COURSE NOT!  My son plays tennis with other people.  I do not actually play the game. 

I am there to help him to stay focused on the actual training. 

 How do you think Tiger Woods and Venus and Serena made it to the top of their sports and careers?

The parents helped those kids stay focused and  become the men and women that they are today. 

Last week ( at the Kids Day in Queens of the USOPEN)   Serena won $15,000.00 for  a charity that she began her own name…to give back to the community. 

 So all of the effort that  the father of Venus and Serena Williams (Tennis Champions)  placed and focused on helping the two young ladies paid off and it now helps others!

—–  So when my son  gets up to play…I am about 200 to 300 feet away from him.  I also am either shopping, or checking in on my mother…reading a newspaper,  or talking to other parents. 

 My son has to come to his own conclusions about his goals and dreams.

  I AM ONLY A FACILITATOR!!!!!

I drive my son to the golf course in Dyker Brooklyn to the children’s golf course.  I take him to the SPORTS AUTHORITY  look at tennis rackets,  tennis clothing,  golf clubs,  etc.  I take him to Barns and Nobles for books for school,  and reading material.  I drive him to competitions,  and to coaching lessons.  But  the rest is up to him.

So is that wrong?   Hey,  look,  my child did not ask to be born.  My child was a WANTED CHILD!~  I was legally married to my husband for 5 years before I finally got pregnant. 

I have not had any other pregnancies,  or any other husbands.  Soooo for me to sacrifice….is absolutely nothing.  My child  could not raise himself. 

 When you have a child you have to consider atleast….20 years or so to help him or her get educated,  have food,  shelter,  training how to live in this life,  and be able to get a job or career. 

 So for me it will not be the EMPTY NEST SYNDROME….it will be happiness that I gave as much as I could to help someone to accomplish his goals. 

 If he turns around and changes his mind about his goals,  and throws it all away…he cannot blame me.—for I have given all of myself to him to become a man… of stature and respect. 

 If he turns his back on whatever ideals and concepts that have been carefully taught   to  him….I will bare no shame in this….it will be his  choice as a man. 

But if I turn away now…as he just enters  his 10th grade in highschool and is finishing his 15th year of life…then I will be to blame.

My selfishness will begin later.  So right now…I enjoy blogging!  Is there anything wrong with that?  I am on vacation…when I express my views here with you.

So that is why I challenge all of us parents…focus on HOW TO HELP YOUR CHILD BECOME A SUCCESS…YOU WILL NOT REGRET HONEST HARD WORK….AND PURE LOVE GIVEN TO YOUR CHILDREN.

Remember..even Vice President  hopeful Elect Palin has 5 children  and her oldest daughter who is 17 is pregnant according to the news reports on 1010 Wins and AOL NEWS MEDIA,  she fully supports them in all that they do. She supports her 17 year old daughter in her goals for herself and soon to be new family.

 

 The most important thing is keeping an OPEN COMMUNICATION WITH YOUR CHILDREN.  NO MATTER WHAT! 

That will mean your children should come to you with whatever the  condition is.

  It is not easy to do that.  I know.  I am a single parent. 

 I want the best for my son…but I also know that no one’s kid is an angel.  So pray with your kids, and love them…just as the Lord above loves you and forgives you of all your mistakes daily….correct?

Remember no one is perfect,  and  everyone makes mistakes. 

Love your kids….love yourself and don’t be too hard on your kids or yourself. 

 You and your family will live happier,  and longer lives.  TOGETHER!!!

till next blog….

RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY!~

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BACK SEAT DRIVER: THE TOUGH DECISION FOR DEMOCRATIC VICE PRESIDENT BY BARACK OBAMA AND HIS CONSULTANTS

The tables have turned.  The history books have not yet been written,  but the printers and computers are buzzing and very HOT! 

Hillary Clinton  has not broken down and  conceded the Democratic run for the President of the United States.  However,  despite her concession or not….BARAK OBAMA HAS BECOME THE DEMOCRATIC PRESIDENTCIAL CONTENDER WITH MCCAIN!!! 

So, in reality,  it has been a long  hard road.  However,  I do not believe in all of my 48 years as an American citizen,  that I have witnessed such a power struggle.  When Jessie Jackson had attempted to wage a bid on the White House,  it was met with a bit of respect,  but not the fury or the shock that Barak Obama has been met with.

  The Kennedy Family, has stood firm and strong behind Barak Obama.  The Kennedy Family are staunch supporters of Barack  Obama.  They must know something that many of those against Obama do not know.

  I would watch carefully,  and study the next few months.  The moves behind the scenes and the actions taken in public will determine how much the democrats will  be able to influence the Congress, and the Senate.  The voting of the SUPER DELEGATES  has determined that Barack Obama is the presidentcial choice of the democratic party.

So what is the problem for the other half of the democratic party?  Why would voters who state that they want WANT  CHANGE….WANT TO GO IN A NEW DIRECTION….WANT TO GET OUT OF IRAQ,  WANT HEALTHCARE,  WANT JOBS,  WANT CHANGE IN THE OIL CRISIS…..why would the HILLARY CLINTON supporters state that (based on  1010 WINS NEWS REPORTS OVER THE PAST FEW DAYS), that they will turn their votes over to John McCain?

  John McCain represents the same last 8 years of our current president’s thoughts and paradigms….so WHY wouild Hillary  Clinton’s supporters want to even suggest or  threaten to vote against their long fought for views of a NEW TOMORROW that Hillary Clinton has PREACHED, AND SERMONED, AND ADMONISHED HER voters and co-presidential candidates about? 

 Just because Obama Won….and Hillary did not win the intra-party Democratic vote; is that enough to make Hillary Clinton’s  supporters “jump ship”  and join the opposing party,  one which does not agree  with universal health care, and getting out of Iraq immediately,  etc., etc., etc.,?!!!  STRANGE….STRANGE….STRANGE….How an election could swing in the opposite direction midstream because the person that everyone wanted DID NOT GET THE NOMINATION FOR DEMOCRATIC PRESIDENTIAL  HOPEFUL! Is it  that the Hillary Clinton Supporters are  dismayed!????

  If that was done in the Obama Camp,   Obama would have been reprimanded by the Democratic Party for the behavior and negative counter statements of his staffers, and supporters.   To state that half of the democratic party will turn and become republican voters to prove a point….is “like throwing the baby out with the bath water….or cutting off your nose to spite your face!!”

  If  the supporters of Hillary Clinton really were concerned  about “CHANGING THE COURSE OF HISTORY AND THE COURSE OF AMERICA….WHY ARE THE SUPPORTERS TRYING TO DESTROY THE ONLY HOPE THAT THE DEMOCRATS have?

  Why are the Hillary Clinton supporters willing to run behind John McCain….someone who will continue business as usual?  STRANGE HUH?

It is so very sad  that the run for president by Barack Obama has struck a DEEP, DEEP cord in some HILLARY  Clinton Supporters.    There have been some people who   have been making very negative statements about Obama. 

 There was  recently   a  Hillary Clinton  Supporter  who was ranting  so much that it got on U-TUBE!  This woman stated that she would not vote for Obama because he does not meet the standard and that he would not be in the race for president if it was not for Hillary Clinton! 

 Wow!   It  would appear that the credit would go to Obama’s mother and father for giving birth to him. The credit should go to his grandparents, for raising him.

Some people in MIDDLE AMERICA do not have half as much education and world    experience as Barack Obama!!!!

How about that Barak was raised by  his white grandmother, and grandfather.  Although everyone is calling Barack Obama black, simply because his father was black,  he was not raised by any black people. 

 Barack Obama’s father was an educated man however….but he was not raised by his father at all.  So if you want to look at Obama as SO—SEPARATED FROM MIDDLE AMERICA….I think that we need to rethink about Barack Obama’s upbringing. 

 His  white mother was an anthropologist,  a very liberal person,  and free spirit who traveled the world and lived her life in persuit of helping others. 

 She could not instill more public service ideals than that.  Despite his grandparents, and his mother being white….it seems more comfortable to call Barack Obama black.  BLACK, BROWN,  YELLOW SKIN is simply that….SKIN,  SKIN,  SKIN.  Does a black cow give better milk than a white cow? 

 Is a black cat evil?  Does a pink flower smell better than a orange flower?

Society has created a border and a way of separating each other by a color line.  So again…..Why are the Hillary Clinton Supporters trying to separate from Obama  and run to John MCCain?   Just think about it for a minute. 

Oh,  I forgot….people are concerned about Obama’s experience,  right?  Well,  how many  foreign policy, crisis in military, economic meetings with former president Clinton, did  Ms. Clinton sit in on?

  I will not challange this topic too much.  There are others who are already doing a good job of that.

  What I really want to discuss right here and now…is why it would not be good for Hillary Clinton to be Vice President to Obama’s  President. 

A back seat driver does not have the right to turn the wheel of the car.  Although the combined effort of Hillary Clinton and former President Clinton would possibly be a good choice to aide in strenghening the new, president Barack Obama (((if elected)))….it could possibly turn into a battle of power and test of the “wills.” 

 If the new president has a former opponent as a vice president….it would appear that issues could arise behind close doors between the two.

  For example,  if the newly president elect Barack Obama has to make a decision about a foreign policy and it would affect our interacton with Russia….it might turn into a power struggle.

  Because, Hillary Clinton as vice president,  {who would not concede the night she was fully aware that she was closed out from being the presidential hopeful of the democratic party},  might then use the influence of her husband  former President Bill Clinton. 

Now,  the question would be,  does Hillary Clinton have the right to challenge the sitting president and his decisions on foreign policies, etc., in a pubic and political arena?

  Would she keep quiet if she does not agree with her president’s policies…or would she wage a full scale campaign if her views on how to procede on a specific policy by Obama were not in accord.

  Hillary  Clinton is a strong woman,  which  I admire for her candor, and her tenaciousness…however….it may not bode well for a new president.  Each president has to carve his or her own path and agenda for the country that he or she may lead.  However,  to have a formidable foe,  close at hand picking and judgeing  may not prove will for Obama. 

Could Hillary Clinton and Former President Clinton possibly drive the car from the back seat?  Could Vice President Hillary Clinton sit quietly while President Obama makes decisions that she does not agree with?  Would Vice President Clinton be able to maintain decorum and not challenge President Obama’s  goals,  or moves as president? 

I have never heard Mr. Cheny say anything that could be interperted as questioning or challenging President Bush.  Mr.  Cheny appears to always have been supportive.

Therefore it might be a general thought amongst more people than just myself, that Hillary  Clinton might be able to help get Obama elected…but may prove to be more of a staunch critic of Obama and his(((lack of experience))))  under the spotlight of former President Bill Clinton. 

Such powerful company to keep…  but the question is ….can Obama not be intimadated by such a powerful husband and wife team?

What do you think?

******riveroflifelisajoy!

MIDDLE PASSAGE #2 Memories of a slave from the MotherLand to the MIDDLE PASSAGE VOYAGE….FICTION BY RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY SHORT STORY

 

 

http://schooloffish.wordpress.com/2007/10/12/god-is-okay-with-slavery/ This picture was taken from  archives on slavery.  It was placed in this fiction story written by me….I thought a real picture would help the reader to understand the harsh treatment of slaves.  It was a course that I took that enlightened me to the terrible experience of the MIDDLE PASSAGE and what it did to the many tribes that had been taken hostage by the  SLAVE TRADERS. 

 That is why I had written an earlier post regarding PAT BUCHANNON’S shallow view on the slavery of African Americans and how he, (((PAT BUCHANNON))) thought that black people should be thanking “God” for slavery.  

 I will be writing  short stories based loosely on the readings and  course work I took for my education.  I am not an expert….but being African American and having lived in circumstances as an Afrcian American for 48 years may give me a little insight to attempt to “channel” some of my ancestors and their struggles through fictional dipictions of  slave experiences.

  I hope I do them justice.

At the bottom of this you will find a discussion I raised and copied regarding the emancipation of the  slaves due to Lincoln.

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********************  Middle Passage and the Loss of my Village and Family—-Slave Memories…#2

OUR VILLAGE WAS CLOSE BY THE SEA.  MY MOTHER HAD A GARDEN AND MY FATHER  HUNTED FOR OUR FOOD WITH THE OTHER MEN FROM THE TRIBE.  There was a rival tribe that had stolen some of my mothers, and other women’s vegetables from their gardens. 

 Everyone was angry and running around.  I was 8 years old.  My brothers were 12 years old, and 15 years old  and a  7months old.  My parents talked and then my father and my older brothers  ran with their  spears to meet the other tribes men.  They had put on body paint,  and war feathers. 

The tribesmen gather in the center of the village and began to chant and sing and jump up and down until the air was filled with their voices and the dust rose up making swirling clouds around our heads.

  My father and the tribesmen ran from the village in anger and excitement chanting with raised spears.  My mother took me back to our hut and began to prepare the midday meal.  The war was on!  I did not know if my father would be back.

  My mother cooked yam and potatoe and meat.  She seasoned it and then we ate.  Suddenly there was a noise at the far end of the village.  Women were screaming and running in our direction.  My mother dropped her bowl and looked to the center of the village. 

She screamed and then grabbed me and my baby brother.  She pushed us into the jungle and ran, and pushed me and ran some more.  When we came to the beach we saw big things on the water floating. 

 I had never seen anything like that before.  It was brown on the bottom, and had cloth on the top floating in the wind.  Suddenly my mother screamed and I looked up as saw my mother being dragged away from me with my baby brother in her arms. She looked back at me and screamed again and I was picked up and carried away too.

  I began to scream and cry for my mother, and my father.  I remember being in a small boat that carried us to the big brown boat with the floating clothes.  My mother was forced to climb the boat, and I was forced too.  When we got on the boat we were chained together and then put down in a black place that smelled so strong that I gagged and threw up. 

 I was hit from behind and forced to lay down next to my mother and baby brother.  My baby brother had not stopped crying since this all began.  My mother held my hand and I was sobbing. 

 I heard a language I did not understand.  I could only see legs, and arms of people I had never seen before.  They looked angry and they shouted at us.  There were many people from our village, some old men, and some sickly men who had not gone to war with our rival tribe.

  Young boys, girls, and women from our village were on this big boat too.  Everyone was throwing up from the smell.  Everyone was crying and scared of this new tribe that was attacking us in our tribesmen absence. 

What would happen to us?  Where were we being taken?  Why did these tribesmen look so different from us?  Why did they seem so angry at us?  What law of their tribe had we broken?

  Some of my tribesmen and women I heard talking amongst themselves thought that these were evil spirits from our rival tribe that had been sent by their witch doctor to destroy us! 

 What a powerful witch doctor they had…some of the people said.  What will my father think when he comes back from war?  Our tribe was the stronger of the two….we had more people, and our tribe was tall and the rival tribe were not so tall. 

 So our wars with them were usually quick.  Our men would fight and battle for several hours, and injure some of their tribe and then fall back to our village until the next conflict…showing our dominence over them.  But now, who would cook for my father and brothers? 

 Who would cook for all of the tribesmen.  How could they fight this new foe who had taken the whole village captive?  I began to feel sick, and I had to relieve myself.  I was laying down on my back and my legs were aching.  My baby brother was wimpering now. 

 My mother was chanting and squeezing my hand.  The angry strange looking tribesman  started  pulling some of the villagers out of the areas that we were chained to. 

 My mother and baby brother were taken away from me and all I remember was my mother wailing and screaming my name, my baby brother’s name and then her voice cut short and then other villages started to wail and scream to our ancestors.

  Their was alot of noise coming from above my head in the blackness.  I could see specks of light….something dripped on my head and it smell bad.  I threw up again, and then I passed out. 

I woke up again seeing that my mother was gone and so was my baby brother I began to cry.  One of my captors hit the bottoms of my feet with something very hard.  I cried more and then they left me alone.  I had relieved myself on myself.  I smelled it and I threw up again. 

 Next to me was an old man from the village.  He had been quiet for a long time.  I called out to him but he did not answer.  He never answered me.  I knew he was dead.  I screamed for the ancestors to take me away from this black hole and torment. 

 I prayed as my mother had taught me to.  I asked forgiveness of my ancestors for any thing I might have done.  I felt a tug and a yank on my feet and I felt myself pulled to my feet.  The old man came out dead on the floor next to me. 

 My captors separated the chains and then reconnected them to a living  villager man.  They took the old man away and moved me down to the next villager.  They took us out into the open air.

  Something stuck into my foot as I walked.  I stumbled and one of my captors hit me in the back again.  I began to wimper.  I know what wailing would cause to happen so I wimpered to myself and prayed to my ancestors again.

  The sky was clear, blue and few clouds were around.  The big boat rocked from side to side.  I began to feel sick again.  They thrust a liquid in my mouth.  I began to throw  up again. I was hit again from behind and they yelled something at me.  I heard screaming and I saw a woman from the village being chased.

  She ran around the boat while the captors chased her.  They were laughing this time.  She finally was caught and they did  something in a crowd and encircled around her while she screamed out the name of her husband and ancestors. 

 I saw blood come  crawling from beneath the crowd of captors and the woman stoped yelling. 

 There was silence again.  Suddenly one of the captors tossed her dead body over the side of the boat.  Many of us who saw that gasped, and moaned and sung the song of sorrow for the dead. We called as one voice for the ancestors to come to carry her away to our ancestral home.

  We were taken back down to the hole and left until the captors took us out again.  Some men and women and children were beat, until they bled.  Some men were beat until you could see pieces of meat from their backs fly off in different directions.  Then we were taken back into the black hole. 

 Day turned into night and night into day.  One day the big boat stopped and we who had survived were taken from the boat and washed brutally, and greased. 

 New chains were placed on our hands and feet and we were taken into what appeared to be a village with more of the tribes people who looked and dressed differently then us. 

 They looked angry and laughed at the same time.  I passed out.  I awoke on a wood floor.  There was a large animal that looked like something I had never seen before. 

 One of the captors had been sitting and looking away from me.  I looked around and saw some of the villager men who had survived the trip.  I sat up and then I saw a big white hut.  There were other tribes in this new land.  I did not recognize any of them. 

 When the big animal stopped we were all yanked off the wood floor and put on the ground.  I was very weak, and sick.  I began to throw up again.  I was hit again.

  I was yanked to follow my fellow villagers to  a small white hut.  When we arrived more of the strange looking tribesman and some tribes men from my mother land were there.  We were handed bowls of food and we ate.

  This was strange food but it tasted better than the food on the large boat.  I began to feel better.  I looked around and saw animals I had never seen before.  Some were funny….a white bird with a red wobbly skin on its head and neck.  It made funny noises. 

I began to miss my mother and I cried again.  I was hit again. I began to wimper to myself and pray to my ancestors.  I wondered what ever happened to my father and the other tribesman and if they knew what had happened to us. 

I was given a hut to share with other tribesman, and clothes.  I was given work to do in a very, very large garden.  I never forgot my mother, baby brother, and my father and kinsman. 

 I worked until I died from a severe beating. 

~~~~~riveroflifelisajoy

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This is a document regarding the emancipation of the slaves……

COPYWRITE 2003-2008  SON OF THE SOUTH
WWW.SONOFTHESOUTH.NET

paul@sonofthesouth.

 

 

Abraham Lincoln and

 

Abraham Lincoln and Emancipated Slaves, April 1865

Richmond Virginia, the Confederate Capitol fell on April 3, 1865. The following day, April 4, 1865, President Abraham Lincoln went to the fallen city. Throngs of slaves were in the streets, celebrating their first day of freedom, and welcoming Lincoln. Thomas Nast captured this historic event with his drawing presented at your right.  This is perhaps the best portrait of Mr. Lincoln ever produced.  It shows that while Lincoln was to tragically die 10 days later, he did, if only briefly, get to see the fruit of his leadership and resolve.  He was able to see the grateful tears of the emancipated, and hear their cheers of appreciation. There is a fascinating story about this day, so please click on the image for the full story of the day that Abraham Lincoln walked the streets of the fallen Rebel Capitol.

braham Lincoln Entering Richmond Virginia

MORE FROM ***46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES****Power to End Stroke*** You are the Power***Stroke Association.org ~~~~~((SOUP)) CHICKEN SOUP WITH MUSTARD GREENS AND TOMATOES!!! WOW!

 

 

 

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

UNIVERSE AND WEAVE IN HARMONY

 

 

This is another installment to inform and assist  all humanbeings.  As I stated before I went to a job related function and I received this lovely little book on receipes for people of color.  This information was given to me by a nice lady that represented the American Heart Association.  She wanted all of us to get out the word about black Americans and stroke.—-So please understand I am copying from the booklet…the information you are about to read is from the booklet called 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECIPES—

EDITOR Sandra K. Nissenberg,

  CEO  Louis Weber, 

 President Magazine Division Jerry L. Croft, 

Editor-in- Chief James M. O’Connor.   

BEST RECEIPES TM SPECIAL

VOL.1, no. 23, June 12, 2007

2007 Publications International, LTD.

Favorite Brand Name Recipes at www.fbnr.com

For Publications International, LTD. business inquiries call 847-329-5841

AMERICAN HEART ASSOCIATION. ORG—-

REMEMBER: according to 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES AND AMERICAN HEART ASSOCIATION……

STROKE TARGETS BY COLOR.

KNOW WHERE YOU STAND.  The odds are African Americans are twice as likely to suffer a stroke as white Americans.

Beating the odds isn’t about winning. It’s about living. You have the power to end stroke. 1-888-4-stroke/ StrokeAssociation.org.

Now to the receipe of the day!

Chicken Soup with Mustard Greens and Tomatoes!


Serves 4…1 cup per serving

4 cups fat-free, low sodium chicken broth

1 small carrot, thinkly sliced

4 large mustard green leaves, coarsely chopped (about 4 cups)

2 medium italian plum tomatoes, diced

2 ounces diced lower-sodium, low-fat ham (about 1/4 cup)

2 medium green onions, thinly sliced

1 tablespoon imitation bacon bits

1/8 teaspoon salt

1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

Now, according to the receipe follow the next set of directons….

In a large saucepan, bring the broth and carrot to a simmer over medium-high heat.  Reduce the heat and simmer, covered, for 5 minutes, or until the carrot is almost tender.

Stire in the remaining ingredients.  Increase the heat to medium high and return to a simmer.  reduce the heat and simmer, covered, for 10 minutes, or until the greens are tender and the flavors blend. 

Ladle into soup bowls.

Per serving: calories 61, Total fat 1.0g. Saturated fat 0.0g, Polyunstaturated fat 0.0g, Monounsaturated fat 0.5g, Cholesterol 6 mg, Sodium 297 mg. Carbohydrates 7g, Dietary Fiber 3 g, Sugars 3 g, Protein 7 g.

Dietary Exchanges: 1 1/2 Vegetable, 1/2 Very Lean Meat

So there you have it…page # 10 in the Soups chapter of the 46 HEALTHY SOUL FOOD RECEIPES!!!!

NOW GET TO COOKIN!

TILL NEXT BLOG~~~~

RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY

MIDDLE PASSAGE AND THE MEMORIES OF A SLAVE~~~Fiction by Riveroflifelisajoy

Ma name is John Smith.

Ah, been in dis here plantation since a

was a young chile..sold offin’

my Mama befo’ I was ten.

But Ah memba’ my Mama face

and my Mama hands.

My Mama face wuz brown

tired and sad. 

She wore a ole’ faded

red head rag.   She would

take me wid her to clean

the chicken coups

and feed the cows.

Ah would play and chase

the chickens!

One day the master

of  da house came and

picked me out from

ma friends and told

my Mama it wuz time

fo’ me to go!

I wuz too big to

be playin’ anymo’.

The master sent ole’

Joe, the helper to carry me off

to the market to be

sold. 

Ah cried and kicked and

screamed fo’ my

Mama. 

She just stood a lookin’

after me and did not

move to help me!

Ah watched my Mama

grow tiny as the horse,

cart  pulled me and the otha’ slaves who

was packed into it away from

my birth plantation to a

new and dangerous beginin’!

Ah wuz sold to the Williams.

Mr. Williams was kind, but

his son was the mean one.

He liked to beat slaves fo’ nuthin’

and then leave um to die if they

put up a fuss.

He would jus’ buy mo’

slaves the next day.

The Williams plantation

was a cotton plantation.

Hard work, pickin’ cotton,

cuts up yo’ hands and stuff.

Ah grew big and strong.

I could carry three times my weight

on a good day.

So young master Williams took

good care uh me. 

But ah hated ta see

my friends suffer so.

One day we heard of the

UNDERGROUND RAILROAD.

Ah  decided to run awa’.

No, Ah told ye, that Master Williams

wuz good to me.  Ah just wanted to see

my Mama so bad.

Ah did not care about good treatment.

Ah wanted to be free! 

Ah made a chance run fo’ it

one night.

Ah wuz tryin’ ta meet

up wid the UnderGround RailRoad

in the forest.

Ah, made a mistake.

I told ole’ Buck, who curries the

Master’s horses.  He warn’ me

not to try it!  Ah, told him to minds his business!

I could out run any dog, or horse….cause the master

fed me the best food cause ah carried the heavy loads and pulled

plows when the horses went lame.

Sos’  I think that is why I wuz caught so fast.

When they draggs’ me back to the

plantation, there was ole’ Buck a lookin’

at me.  From a distance he kept gettin’

bigger, and bigger.  He stood right at

the wipping post and look at me….just starin’

and shaking his ole’ grey head.

When they tied me up I could see dried

blood where other slaves had been beat.

It wuz a cloudy day.

It wuz a hot night.

They found me in the day and wup me

deep into da night.

Young Master Williams took a break

from his workin’ my back, and

then told his workers to continue on

till the next mornin’ just wupin’

my back.

I stop yellin’ and then I don’t

member nothin after dat.

All I know is that I found ma’self

sittin up here wit Jesus, and da

Angels.

Oh, and I found Mama too!

Except  she got a big smile on

huh face, and she wearing a white

dress and she don’t look tired no’ mo’.

Fini~~~

Fiction Depiction of Slavery

by Riveroflifelisajoy

QUEEN OF THE WINK!!! SALON AND FOOT SPA** GREAT HAIR SALON!!! IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A 5 STAR~HIGHEND, UPSCALE AND WELL APPOINTED DAY SPA~ IN JAMACIA QUEENS IT IS ON HILLSIDE AVENUE!!! BUT ONCE YOU GET INSIDE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE ON PARK AVENUE IN MANHATTAN!! WOW!!!!

I desparately needed my hair DID!  CHILE!  You hear me?   Oh, the grey, the grey …the premature grey!  What makes it grey you ask? 

 Family tree and all like that.  But any way…let me tell you about my new MAKEOVER FROM QUEEN OF THE WINK!   I was trying to contact my hair dresser and I finally found her!  Lordy!  I prayed she would be available because I needed a hair rescue!!

  My hair was so grey and over chemicaled from hair spray….I was so embarressed.  But everyone in the salon was so nice, that I had to finally relax! 

 Wow!  I am truly happy to have gone there!  Everyone is telling me how great I look! 

I will feel great everyday when I can hide my old grey hair and come out into the sunshine with this great head of  weave. 

 No, I am not embarressed at all! 

 I love it!  ILOVE IT!!  I LOOOOOOVVVVVEEEEE IT!

 The owner of the shop is called QUEEN….I began to look around the shop and it was very very beautiful! 

 It has an Arabian Nights Look!

  Quite Stunning INDEED! 

THE ceiling has triple large broad cloth  black and burgandy alternate cloths connected giving the ceiling the look of a very large tent! The walls are burgandy too…some type of marbled effect.  Looks very expensive!  But it makes you feel like you have really entered a whole different era or world!!!!

 Two very large luxurious couches with  gold  accents,  the oh, so soft pin cushion pillows placed on them at the entrance to the salon.  There are white columns about 3 1/2 feet tall and taller  that hold imitation large floral arrangements. 

The mirrors are gigantic 16th century look….You know the looking glass type that are 5 feet plus tall! You have seen those mirrors in some pricey stores with the carved beviled wooden frames right?  I told you this salon is stellar!!!! 

 But realize the hair workin’ go’in on in that place is STELLAR TOO!!!  My hair stylist picked the right place to go and set up shop! 

WOWOWOWOWO!!!!!  I am telling you ….if you want a great look….get to QUEEN OF THE WINKQUEEN OF THE WINK!!  IS THE LOOK!

  Got a dinner, or a prom, a wedding,  or just want to hide that grey like me?  HURRY AND DON’T DELAY!  GET TO QUEEN OF THE WINK!

 The floor is a great wood plank and has the name of the shop professionally printed on it. 

I felt so honored by the desplay of respect given to each customer.  The Queen,  the owner herself addressed each customer throughout the day.  She was very positive with me.

  She also asked to hang everyone’s coat!  What a nice feeling!  The Queen was very caring about her clients and her staff! 

I felt comfortable!  Which is very rare for me!  I am always self concious in hair salons!  You know what I mean right? 

 Buy I had found my hair stylists who had moved from another location and told me that she could be found in Queen of the Wink!  I am so happy about my hair stylists move!  What a great place!  Fabulous!!!!

Hair Weave Process:

  • HAIR IS WASHED AND CONDITIONED
  • HAIR IS BRAIDED DOWN(((CORN ROWED FLAT TO HEAD AS AN ANCHOR)))
  • HAIR HAS A NET THAT IS PLACED ON IT BY A SEWING TECHNQUE
  • HAIR HAS WEAVE WOVEN TO HEAD
  • HAIR WEAVE IS SHAPED AND DESIGNED TO A STYLE
  • HAIR WEAVE IS THEN FLAT IRONED OR CURLED TO DESIRED STYLE
  • MINIMAL SPRAY IS USED FOR  SHINE AND HOLD

Hair weaving has been done for centuries….I wish I had done it before.

Take a look into it for those of you challenged by hair thinning or severe premature grey like mine. 

Check out QUEEN OF THE WINK!!!! ON HILLSIDE AVENUE AND PARSONS BLVD. IN  QUEENS,  New YOrk. *************************************************************************************************

EXACT NAME AND ADDRESS…

QUEEN OF THE WINK

SALON &  FOOT SPA

www.queenofthewink.com

159-10B

Hillside Avenue

Jamaica NY 11432

718 262-8049

 You  must try it!!!!…… you WILL love it!

~~~~~RIVEROFLIFELISAJOY!!!

Rev. Wright! PLEASE STOP TALKING!****(((((who is Rev. Wright???)))))*****—reflections on Rev. Wright and his ONE MAN ASSUALT ON THE OMBAMA CAMPAIGN

Poor Obama.  If Obama did have a chance at the White House as the first black president….We all know who does not want that to happen…..Rev.  Wright!

   It would seem that Rev.  Wright more than Hillary Clinton,  or the Republican party or even Pat Buchanan for that matter  does not want Obama to become the first black American president of the United States! 

  But why Rev.  Wright?  What did Obama do to deserve this apparently dilberate assualt on the minds, and mentality of the American public…black or white? 

You, Rev.  Wright keep spouting irrational statements about the black church in America. 

 You have disrespected the very memory of Dr.  Martin Luther King. 

 It is shameful,  and humilitating to me as an American.  

 Rev. Wright…you  continously bring yourself into the spotlight for no reason at all. 

Even Al Sharpton is more controled than that. 

 Please,  members of Mr. Rev. Wrights congregation, talk to him.  Reason with the Rev. Wright….even if Obama decided to walk away from the fight with the Clinton Team in defeat…do you have to make Obama walk away in shame? 

Why should Obama have to walk away unable to hold up his head to battle forward for the rights and the new changes that he was attempting to bring to America as a country?  

 Even Obama’s mother who was an anthropologist would have disagreedwith the negative division that Rev.  Wright is throwing  into the Democratice race toward the White House.

  Where was Rev.  Wright years ago?  Why does he continue to trash the Obama campaign? 

*********** Is Rev. Wright being paid to talk, and talk, and talk and say things that are out of character for Obama?  So strange….so very strange and so very, very sad. 

 Whatever Obama’s message ….it is getting trampled by the talkative Rev.  Wright. 

—riveroflifelisajoy