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Disclaimer: Not all reflections are good I walk among criminals. You define these monsters as professionals because they dress and speak a certain way. They are educated ( or so they think) and in most cases are able to assume a role of power and status because of the occupation they call their career. Let’s be real, the face of corruption is just as bad in the corporate world, as the drug lord hiring the pushers to destroy a community’s youth. There is much to dislike in this world . There is so much abundance and yet the level of poverty rises, just like the tides of hate. Who the hell do you think you are? Who are you really when you pay your taxes and bills and everything which is declared as compulsory on your paycheck? Who the hell do you think you are when you go out to work every single day and expect a fair days pay for a fair days work? How dare you live your life anymore with expectations of anything good? Who the hell died and told you that you ca...

An adventure awaits... We are limited only by what we 'choose not to know'. Early last year I started to blog on a social media platform which is Spanish in origin - beBee.com . I was invited to visit the site and began publishing soon after. Its been a rollercoaster of learning and understanding people, their cultures and languages! Indeed, there is a very diverse range of cultures which we would never know, unless we choose to go out and find it. There is much to learn from what we do not understand because we have never had an experience. The internet has made it possible for us to interact and interface with many countries and languages, and its all fascinating. My reverie  As a teenager I studied Spanish in school. I did not wish to learn Spanish, I was drawn to French, but they were a pair, and to do one you had to accept the other. There was a fieldtrip to Venezuela, which is very close to Trinidad, but my mother could not afford to send me. I did not go ...

A Time to reflect Today is Good Friday . Unlike most days it a day which comes around annually and reminds Christians and persons who believe in Jesus Christ, that he lived and died for us. Last Sunday I attended a show produced by a church I attend. The youths gave a wonderful moving enactment of the loss felt by those around Jesus when he died. I was moved to tears by the way the girl in the role of Mary- Jesus's mother acted. It was gut wrenching. For the first time in my 47 years I was able to connect with the pain of the mother of Jesus. It was painful. When a mother loses a child the pain would be indescribable. I have an inkling, from a time when I thought my first born son was dead in an accident. There was that moment when I cried out ," Lord, please I will give anything, just don't take my son, please let him be alive." There was also another occasion when my second son had major surgery and almost died right after. For days, I prayed and crie...

Keeping YOU in my loop! To all my followers and readers. I appreciate your support. 2017 has been good. It has brought some challenges which can only make me stronger and maybe change my vision on what I expect for the future. This blog is import to me because you read, share and are a part of my world. For 2017, I made a decision to try to streamline my online musings and content into different categories. Business and career categories will overlap when it comes to my blog platform, because life is not one dimensional. There are many personal reflections on a wide range of topics which will only be published here though shared sometimes on other sites from time to time. We will see how this works and will review as we move forward. I'm also publishing on Medium some specific posts/articles via Thrive Global and Marketing &Growth Hacking publishing sites. The stories on both are quite good and also including links to these home pages. When I publish there I wi...

When I was pregnant with my first son, my father and the father of my firstborn wanted me to have an abortion. I was almost eighteen and preparing to go to London to continue my education at my father's home. Those plans were cancelled because I choose to have my first son. I made that choice and this year my son will be thirty. Having him was a struggle, but I made the decision because of my belief in everyone being responsible for their life and their actions. Making the decision to keep my pregnancy was hard. I had no money, no job, no support systems. I had my faith and my unquestionable love for Jesus Christ and the belief that no matter what he would never forsake me. I was in love and became pregnant through my own actions. There are consequences to our actions. I choose to take responsibility for my actions. Pregnancy is always a possibility when engaging in sexual activity. The Freedom to Choose Everyone should have the rig...