19th-21st, December 2o16
I have two weeks away from work and I’ve been doing some traveling locally with my sister who is my partner in crime, hence the reason why I was unable to update the blog. I don’t have the time to schedule any posts at the moment, but I’ll try to get back into the swing of things soon.
Monday 19th: San Fernando
Last Train to San Fernando (via Wikipedia)
I love this city and I have been thinking of moving here in the near future. Sando, as it’s fondly called, must be tired of seeing me, though! Whenever I’m there, I feel like I’m home. Sando is also our most populous city. ❤
Tuesday 20th: Gasparillo & San Fernando
Gasparillo is beautiful and the people there are open, warm, and naturally curious to strangers. I can’t blame them. We actually came to support a friend who has recently opened his very own eatery and I’m very proud of him. If you happen to be in Gasparillo at any time and you’re in the mood for some good cooking, drop in at the Black Rosé Café.
From Gasparillo, we traveled to Sando to get transport to Port-of-Spain. *sighs* Always a pleasure, Sando. Always a pleasure. I took this beautiful photo while we were waiting for transport to carry us home. I dubbed it ‘Sunset in the City’.
Wednesday 21st: Valencia, Sangre Grande & Arima
Sangre Grande is one heck of a long ride from Port-of-Spain! It took almost two hours to reach our destination. The driver passed through Valencia and I fell in love with the greenery. It reminds me of Chaguaramas. I’ve made a mental note to visit the Valencia Resort Center soon. When we finally got to Grande, we had to wait for a friend to pick us up. She gave us a little tour and an insight into the past history.
By the way, Grande is the largest town in northeastern Trinidad.
#wildflower I took this at my friend’s place! 🙂
After all the excitement died down, it was time for us to be on our way home. Our friend dropped us off into town in hopes of us getting a maxi back to POS. However, we got to the maxi stand only to be told that no maxis were working. It was already dark and after six and we didn’t want to spend much longer in a strange area given that it was our first time there. Most important thing, we always go with God!
We were told to go to the taxi stand. We had no idea where it was, so we asked someone for directions only to be told to go further up the street from which we came. We asked a police officer, who pointed us even higher up the street and wished us good luck. When we reached the junction (yes, higher up the street), we asked a man for directions. He told us to go back down the very same street from which we came and we’ll see “some birds on a wire. You can’t miss them.”
Who gives that kind of direction? I ended up calling my friend (something I should’ve done in the first place, but I had to put my trust in the people) and she directed us to the stand. When we got there, I humored the man by looking for birds on a wire. There weren’t any. None of the taxis were heading into POS, so we had to take transport to Arima. I’ve been to Arima once and I like the people and the vibes. It was easy from there to get POS transport all thanks to my sister who knows Arima like the back of her palm.
So, it’s been a wild week. I now look to recuperate before updating La Petit Muse. Next stop might just be Mayaro or Palo Seco.
Short Story #7
I am beginning to dislike some men. The way they act, the way they always let you down, their way of thinking and their grand ego. Ugh! I am so fed up of them! They think that they’re God’s gift to women. Newsflash pretty boy, we can do without the likes of you! You’re not God’s gifts to us, but we’re gifts to all of you, men.
All you need to do is show us, women the respect we deserve, show that you value us, show that you’re worth our time, love, and energy. Tell us and show us that you appreciate us. You know what makes us worthy? The fact that we give our all to a man we love only to get hurt in the end when we find out that you’re on games!
Faithful women don’t like games!
Then there are those men whose only concern is getting into our jeans. Once he gets what he’s after, he’s gone in a jiffy.
Men, stop messing around and playing games with the ladies who care about you. Be a man. Don’t make a woman fall for you only for you to start avoiding her after moving on to the ‘catch of the day’. Did ‘chu ever stop to wonder why there are lesbians and heartless women out here? It’s because of you, man, and what you did to break her fragile heart.
Be a man and act like one. Don’t act like boys whose main goal in life is to treat women as toys. If you start treating us the way we should be treated, then maybe we’ll stop hating you so much and we can talk about forgiveness.
*** Today’s short shot was contributed by a dear friend of mine, Des. She writes from life, from the heart, from the soul. I may feature more of her stories if she lets me. She’s a wonderful writer and she has a way with words. Thank you, Des! God bless. 🙂
**GIFs/Images that don’t belong to LPM are via Google Search (Right-click for original source)
He drinks to forget…
…the way her lips used to taste against his,
how her hips swayed in his hands,
how their hearts beat in time.
He drinks to forget…
…the reason why he said ‘I love you’
only to turn around and break that promise
only to ruin her soul.
He drinks to forget…
…his past, thoughts seldom on the present
the future far off,
but the memory of her mercilessly haunts him.
He drinks to forget,
what could have been
what would have been
what should have been!
I don’t celebrate Christmas.
When I was younger, I used to celebrate it with my family and friends although I’ve never liked it. I’ve never liked the excessive spending, the blinking lights, the festivities, so when I grew up, I simply stopped celebrating it. It just never felt right with me.
Lately, many parents say that they don’t celebrate Christmas, but they do it for the sake of their children. They enjoy buying presents to see their little happy faces.
Here is where I want to talk about gift giving. There are some people who look forward to Christmas because they look forward to the gifts that they would be receiving instead of giving.
It is better to give than to receive (Acts 20:35).
And not only on Christmas Day. We should be giving every day. And speaking of gifts, I recently came across an article in one of our dailies about the best and worst of Christmas gifts one has ever received. A few responses particularly caught my eyes. A fifteen-year-old student said her best gift was a bottle of her favorite perfume (Nicki Minaj) and a Victoria’s Secret gift set given to her by her sister. Her worst gift? A costume jewelry necklace that “looked real, but turned in no time.” I mean, what if the friend didn’t have enough money to get her a really cool and expensive gift? Didn’t she think about this? She should’ve still been appreciative of the fact that her friend thought of her to get her something.
Another one said that his best gift was a new touchscreen phone his then-girlfriend got him and his worst was a black t-shirt. Huh? What’s wrong with a black t-shirt? It may not be a brand name, but it’s still clothing.
And then there is the woman whose best gift was a pair of filigree gold earrings (some sort of family heirloom). Her worst gift was a pair of shoes from a foreign relative? Why? Because it was the wrong size. I know she was looking forward to wearing it, but what’s the harm in giving it to someone who really needs a pair?
I am not saying that there isn’t something called a bad present, but just as you’re happy for the good presents, still find room in your heart to appreciate the bad ones. Appreciate the fact that you’ve been special enough to be thought of to receive a gift no matter how cheap or useless it might be.
My mom had to rush into action to save a young owl from tangled threads that someone carelessly disposed of in the nearby river. The poor creature had been crying its lungs off because it couldn’t fly and it was way past its bedtime given that it was almost eight in the morning. Mom sat for a while trying to get the threads off. I love her for this selfless act.
I couldn’t get a good picture of the little one (and this is the only one I took), but this will do…
It flew off as soon as the threads were off its legs.
Simplicity. That is all it takes to make one happy. Thank you for this masterpiece, Ayoka!
The queen wants to have you
But you are mine and we are miners
She wants to serve you oats
But you delight in virgin honey
Her minstrels could play the famous flutes
But the talking drums rock moving melody
She wants to pour some lavender and powder
You are spiced with nectar and shea butter
To give you a face-lift and some make-up
But you are adorned with pride and purpose
Her rolls of blanket are cute and cozy
You are warm in straps of sheep’s fleece
Her castle is fortified with mortar and men
Your bamboo house is warm and loving
She has a multitude of nightingales
The caring arms of folks embrace you
She has a fleet of Rolls-Royce
Your horses are ready to render and race
She wants to shield you from the rainfall
We love to see your dance steps in the rain
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