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Traffick Driving I’ve never thought of myself as a ‘Traffick Driver” but it will be joining my job description very soon. I have LinkedIn to thank for this, and I'm not sure if free labor is really free! I can't complain, because where else will you find so many free  writing contractors as so many have advised on this forum. I'm wondering if I have  masochistic  tendencies hidden somewhere  - and please note the dictionary I use states "Someone who enjoys causing their own suffering." That's the Urban Dictionary for the softest meaning! I do enjoy my time here. I even have the perfect picture (from a few years ago) which will show that I know what to do in a car. I will make the claim and accept the blame, for trying to navigate around the steep roads.  I must do this, if my words must get through this ‘under construction zone.' This is not me operating at even 25% of my capacity, so I’ll make the disclaimer upfront – I can do ‘badass all by my...

Last week Saturday 14th November,we were gripped with aftermath of horror fear and many emotions of grief and disbelief. Terrorists attacking the day before in Paris, France rocked me, and I felt the brevity of my mortality. It is a week now, and while I watched the news, and followed the response from France and its allies, I wonder what it feels like to the child. The feeling of safety and awe of this great life they live. Their normal, can be many things based on where they reside. For us, our kids or grand-kids and our neighbors young ones may be looking at the television and wondering about the shows on cable or local channels. The questions that may play in their little unpolluted minds and innocent hearts if aware, is why? Why is there hate? Why do they want to hurt the people? Who will stop them? Where is the love? For the child life is simple and they can be impressionable at an early age. They are holding iPads and mobile phones before they can speak, and the nanny ...

Parlez- vous francais? Paris has been for me a dream to come true. I have been close by in London always on business, but have not gone to that wonderful city in France. Instead, I have my dreams which I see in my bedroom, reminding me I will go one day. My best friend gave me this picture and the painter we did not know, but it looked Parisian, the chic ladies in conversation. For my secondary education subject selection French was an obvious choice. The romance novels made it seem my prince would be french, so ‘je ne sais quoi?’  The desire to feel risqué with adventure, a mental vision of ‘joie de vie’! As I grew older, Martinique and Quebec seemed more possible, but how French would they be? Alas, now I find some joy in experimenting in my verb conjugations, as I write whenever I can with the help of memory and Google. There is a lot to laugh at when what you mean to say gets lost in translation, or sounds foolish, yet I will not stop or give up – my apologies to any Fre...

Am I not my brother's keeper?  I’ve been following the Refugee Crisis in the Middle East, and though it seems like nothing is happening, I have to believe the sun still shines when it rains. In 2014, approximately two hundred girls were kidnapped, ripped apart from their school and families by the Boko Haram. We watched in horror, clutching our own, yet feeling the fears and screams of their daughters. Their pain could be heard, the wailing mothers, fathers, and families, it would not cease soon. Time passed, and nothing seemed to dry the tears of all of the bleeding hearts around the globe.  A young girl, a physiotherapy intern was gang raped on the bus on her way home – do you remember  Jyoti Singh Pandey ? What makes our men, love their mothers less, to hurt the ones they are born to protect? Where was the sun? It shines in the rain now for others, and her death is a reminder that rape is a violent crime which should not be tolerated by any society. Malal...

 I read a post by one of my friends on LinkedIn, Ibukun Adebayo, quite inspiring... and the words poured out. My fingers move on their own when I feel intensely. It would not accept the comment and being quite new on this platform, thought maybe it should be on my own. There is a crisis worldwide which cannot and should not be avoided. The surge of refugees in the war torn middle east has magnified  to epic proportions , making the word 'epic' insignificant. Where are they all to go? There are not many countries offering the opportunity to help relocate, simply because it is almost impossible to conceive. These nations, once thriving and prosperous are now broken mortar, with blood mixed in. Lost societies, not for archaeologists to seek out in the future, but here in the present. The following is my expression, simply unable to contain; " We wake each morning preparing for work or school, our life a distant regard for what lays outside our embryo.We plug in techno...