A ran from the norm.

Well hello to you too lovelies, it’s been forever hasn’t it? Happy New month to you all, So I have been gone for days and I have seen and heard so much that I want to share. God! How beautiful life can be when you let it, you won’t imagine how many blissful and poignant moments I embraced, but am still stronger than I was yesterday.*yes, that’s how I put it nowadays*.

Jayne* calls me a few days ago with that voice she always got when she is troubled, “Sly, do you have time to chat?’ actually I probably would have turned her down because I wasn’t in that good mood myself, but let’s just say my conscience didn’t let me. So she comes to my room, I look at this girl’s face and all I can see is desolation and disappointment. Just like anyone of us all she is scared of the worst. If it was at our knowledge that the things we do or are done to us are bound to fail would we ever do them? I don’t think so. I have learnt not to expect things to be done my way. I have learnt to compromise with those I care about for the safety of our relationship. You are not going to trust someone over night; it’s never going to happen like that. Not even your parents, they that gave birth to that fine piece of ass you got, they don’t get your trust like ABC, and trust is earned not taken.

Jayne is the pillar that holds the remaining part of her family. Her parents are slipshod, they rarely even see eye to eye, and they won’t even talk. She is their go-between; she is like a telephone booth. Her right hand holds her mother while the left tries to grab hold of her father. He who does not even notice that she is strained, hurting and needs the man who called her ‘mum’ all her toddler life, the father who was a role model to her. I am sad for Jayne, I have seen her sleepless, crying endlessly on her pillow like a lost child in desire for a bond that once she called family. There are times I even sat with her and cried because I do not understand how the world could be this cruel. Jayne looked for someone to talk to and she confided in me. Am not the kind that listens to this stories but Jayne’s caught my attention. Honestly, I don’t understand why anyone would let the other go through so much nervous tension especially a parent. Fine, parents argue they even divorce, but at what point are they allowed to use their children as defense and tools for their unsolved misery?

Knowing the kind of life she had with her parents prior to the fights, the misunderstandings, and the law suits: how she wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing they were I am pretty sure this was not one bit of her expectation. But oh well, they say so is life. My point is I have realized that nobody can control what happens to them but everybody can control how they perceive of them. Sometimes you don’t get what you deserve. Jayne has had episodes of her own, the kind that you need your friends there for you, the kind that can only be overcome by love and being stronger because strong won’t last that long. So, I was thinking about Jayne’s story today and I thought who am I not to celebrate what I have right now for I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. Everyday has its own angels*yeah I know I changed that but where is it written I can’t make it positive?*. Do not see things the way they are, see things just exactly the way you want to see them, that is a fulfillment of your own happiness. Nobody but yourself can give you that kind of satisfaction. For you to trust somebody you need to trust yourself first, give yourself the ability to see your pains as challenges, the disappointments as stepping stones to a greater you. Well, about Jayne she is doing fine, and no matter the decision her parents make, am sure she has grown stronger emotionally to handle her hassle the way she knows how to. She won’t allow them to use her as a telephone booth no more, okay at least I won’t let her. Not after the talk we just had as I typed this note too you lovely people. I hope you got something to keep. May being happy be your choice to make.