Sweet Somethings from Boo :)

‎"You are a hershey kiss manufacturing plant. Chocolate kisses everywhere. A cupcake factory." - 

Happiness is an invention that dates bock to the XVIII century, subsequently to the Industrial Revolution, we have to be happy because we have consumed. We must own things to be happy (cars, clothes…) that is happiness of the world and it is not appealing to me, I rather have Joy instead. Happiness has never been in my priorities’ checklist, I want to become a … because this supposes a challenge to me, not my happiness. I have moments of despair, anguish and of course joy…like anyone else. - Manuscript found in Accra ~ Coelho

Tha NairaLand news has this on their online article regarding Haiti joining the African Union, "The admission of Haiti to the African Union is a significant milestone of bringing together the black family of Africans as a people."

http://www.nairaland.com/1100660/haiti-joins-african-union


The term 'As a People' is as heavy as it gets. It carries so much water with it. When you say A People - there is value to it, for the first time in my history I am starting to hear Black people being called A People. And I am asking why? 

Once you have met a True Human Being, Let him not disappear from the horizon of your Heart. ~ Rumi

Sweet Somethings

I asked him to tell me sweet nothings but he told me sweet somethings. He sings the Songs of Solomon, yet there is one thing that sets him apart from the wisest man of all time; it is that he teaches. You, us, me and all those that take time to listen. 

How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. 

Thy navel is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap of wheat set about with lilies. 

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins. 

Thy neck is as a tower of ivory; thine eyes like the fishpools in Heshbon, by the gate of Bathrabbim: Thine head upon thee is like Carmel, and the hair of thine head like purple; the king is held in the galleries. 

How fair and how pleasant art thou, O love, for delights! 

This thy stature is like to a palm tree, and thy breasts to clusters of grapes. 

I said, I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of the boughs thereof: now also thy breasts shall be as clusters of the vine, and the smell of thy nose like apples; 

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine for my beloved, that goeth down sweetly, causing the lips of those that are asleep to speak. 

I am my beloved's, and his desire is toward me. 

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. 

-Song of Solomon Chapter 7 KJV 1611

He sings Songs of Solomon and I must admit I am charmed. I am pursued and I am loved. For he is a leader of men; a learner, a firm hand yet teachable and willing to learn.  He never pushes yet he urges. He is patient and sensitive.  He is a listener of the heart, voice and full of Spirit. Crazy and wild, yet tame like a Lion whose heart is as tender as a lamb.When he walks me through the village, with his hand holding mine and I following steadily behind him, I am reminded of my Father’s words; “A man is either a leader of men or a follower of women.” The strong, firm man who is ready to die for something is worth following anytime any day. I have found him whom my heart longs for and I will not let him go. Even I sing Songs of the Dark Princess.