Tough Love 101

I ask the impossible

I ASK THE IMPOSSIBLE

I ask the impossible: love me forever.

Love me when all desire is gone.

Love me with the single mindedness of a monk.

When the world in its entirety,

and all that you hold sacred advise you

against it: love me still more.

When rage fills you and has no name: love me.

When each step from your door to our job tires you—

love me; and from job to home again, love me, love me.

Love me when you’re bored—

when every woman you see is more beautiful than the last,

or more pathetic, love me as you always have:

not as admirer or judge, but with

the compassion you save for yourself

in your solitude.

Love me as you relish your loneliness,

the anticipation of your death,

mysteries of the flesh, as it tears and mends.

Love me as your most treasured childhood memory—

and if there is none to recall—

imagine one, place me there with you.

Love me withered, as you loved me new.

Love me as if I were forever—

and I, will make the impossible

a simple act,

by loving you, loving you as I do

-Ana Castillo

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

-Maya Angelou

"In Today's News" Photoshoot

Behind the scenes with Rodney Quarcoo

 

DECEMBER ELECTIONS 2012, GHANA

Baby Cyril and I got that vote IN!!! We queued from 4am and got through to vote at 8.30am (East-Legon polling station). #goodcitizens....we're about that life : )

That awkward moment, when they use a different number : O

xxx

Couldn't agree more!!! : )

Just the beginning

I would like to use this opportunity to blow my own trumpet.....Summa Cum Laude!
And it's all by God's grace! Thank you. X