The Duppy & the Rapture

Last Friday many persons across the world waited to see if the predictions of Harold Camping and the members of his denomination would come true i.e. the beginning of the end of the world with the Rapture (the ascending of God's chosen people to Heaven) on May 21. Persons in every quarter gave their own take on the supposed prediction. On watching the news, I saw reports of persons trying to secure "emergency" baptisms in order to ensure their chances of going to Heaven.

One of Camping's followers, Michael Lewis appeared on the Jamaican programme "Religious Hardtalk" to speak about the prediction. There was one particular belief of the group which I found interesting- that of predestination. Predestination is the doctrine that all events have been willed by God. John Calvin interpreted predestination to mean that God foreordained salvation for His elect church and foreordained eternal damnation for all those who aren't elect. So pretty much, if God hadn't chose you from the beginning there is very little you could do to ensure this would happen. This particular argument of Mr. Lewis, peaked my interest; which is where the first part of the title of this post comes in. 

Recently, I had the pleasure of reading Anthony Winkler's "The Duppy" (pictured above). The book (which I'm sure has been described as blasphemous in some circles) took a rather unorthodox view of the afterlife- there was no Hell, only Heaven. The protagonist, Baps, after having died and gone to heaven became very good friends with God and through this relationship made several realizations about life (no pun intended, really). In Baps' view "old negar" (a term used to describe uncouth Jamaicans) should never be allowed into Heaven. But after a number of occurrences/adventures, God revealed to Baps why there was no Hell. God told Baps that he could not bear for any of his children to feel pain because as they hurt, He too would also hurt. 

Now I won't for a minute pretend to be a theological scholar or dismiss the premises of the Bible. I do however, being an idealist, agree with what I perceive to be the thinking behind Winkler's interpretation of God's treatment of His children. 

My humble opinion? He gives everyone a choice and the outcome of a person's life is not determined as a result of predestination. So while I do not claim that Winkler's interpretation of Heaven is correct (because we'll never know until that time comes) the message behind the story is what I will apply to these last few days; God like any good parent wants the best for His children and through life lessons and the provision of choice seeks to ensure that we make the best determination for our own life............and afterlife.

Peace and love.

xoxo

Keeta :)

Living with Demons.....

This week was an interesting one. Too much happening as usual and very rarely do I ever get the time to process everything till the weekend which is it's own version of hectic (gotta fit in A LOT of sleep *grin*).

But seriously, processing the various things we go through on a daily basis takes up so much energy sometimes it's easier not to bother, sub-consciously or not. But this week I saw first-hand how not processing event can assist you in unwittingly creating "demons". Not literally the ugly, grotesque-looking things that you see crawling out of walls, mirrors and other surfaces in thrillers, but feelings that until you get to a point of actually speaking about them or being faced directly with them through a parallel situation they form their own life-force within your mind.

So I had to deal with that a bit this week. The mean and sometimes very ugly demons can easily consume any peace-of-mind you manage to create for yourself. But an important realisation to make is that despite situations and whatever options you seem to have or not have, is that we do have power. And very often we create our own choices.....and our own demons. I created a demon of my own simply by choosing (seemingly unknowingly at first) to see the negatives first regarding a particular situation. Thankfully, given my appreciation of actually vocalising what is in my head, I was able to identify my demon and figure out how to move ahead. Never easy but no less important.

The picture I chose for this I thought was very apt because sometimes I feel as if there are 3 different persons in one body. And no I'm not referring to schizophrenia or multi-polarity but if an issue become big enough it almost seems to become it's own body.

So my lesson this week is to take the time to process so that I manufacture as little demons as possible for myself.

Peace & Love.

xoxo

Keeta :)

One Photograph......Page of Memories: My 1st Scrapbooking Experience

Today, I had my first scrapbooking session otherwise known as a crop.

Earlier in the week I had been invited to the crop in commemoration of National Scrapbooking Day (May 7), by a friend who's very deeply entrenched in the hobby. I had seen a few of her pages and was taken with this method of preserving memories by adding styling to what would otherwise remain as a simple photograph. Now for those who don't know, I am a painful stationery junkie. OBSESSIVE! I love pens, pencils, paper, books, crayons, markers, paper clips....I could go on (believe me). Because most people who interact with me regularly, know this and it was because of this (I'm sure) that I gained my crop invitation. I've often thought about taking up the hobby but decided against it as I didn't think I would be able to invest as much in it as I would like to, added to the fact that I would have to import everything as unfortunately, Jamaica presently doesn't have stores which cater to such activities.

But today changed my mind completely.

I sat and watched the other 4 ladies at the crop make initial layouts of their pages. There was an abundance of paper, stickers, buttons, stars and a host of other embellishments, and numerous tools. Of course being a beginner I didn't have anything to work with outside of my photograph for scrapping but I was immediately given useful guidance and thrust among the array of beautiful papers and embellishments to choose what I wanted to use. My initial anxieties melted away as I cut the paper, attached the various items to a single purple page and decided on the best styling, which I decided to use to commemorate my BFF's graduation from university (which sharing with her will always be a notable memory).

One person at the crop said "This is pretty much the equivalent of playtime for adults". I have to agree. I inked  a cardboard embellishment (made of chipboard), made ribbon from coloured paper and glued flowers. I'm all for finding the whimsy in life and at the end of my time at the crop I came away with a beautiful page complimented by the other participants, with the new feather in my artistic cap of "being a natural" at scrapbooking coupled with the comment, "we always had a feeling you would be good at this".

I've said it before, in life the number of things which happen on any given day will take up so much of our time. Being able to truly record a memory will allow you to not only think of that particular moment-in-time but of tthe associated emotions and meaning because of the creative efforts put into preserving it.

So after today, I've decided to take up scrapbooking.  I will not think of the reasons that I may be unable to do it but will instead focus on doing what I can, when I can, to develop a hobby I will surely grow to love. And as a special treat, I've posted my first scrapbook page for you all to see and hopefully inspire you to also get up and do that one thing you've been thinking of for the longest time but haven't been certain about.

The purpose of life after all is to find your happy =]

Peace and Love.

xoxo

Keeta :)

Hair today, more ME tomorrow....

Hello lovely people. For those of you who pop in and have read a couple of my recent posts, you would have seen me write about my BFF affectionately known as Morgy.

Last week, she did something which shocked A LOT of people. I damn near mashed up her living room couch using it as a brace for my near fall after almost fainting (yes. a bit dramatic I know) when she showed me the "new" Morgy last week. This is who I have always known (see below):

[This was her at her graduation giving our nutty friend a hug :)]

Last week, this was the Morgy I saw (see below):

Where did all the hair go????!!!!

Now I know what some of you may be thinking, it's just hair. It'll grow back, right? But having sat and thought about it, that wasn't even it. It's that after doing what had been done for so may years, the familiar, the known, the conventional, she decided that she was going to redefine and rebrand herself. I did something similar but my dear friend has raised the bar because she's embracing the natural Jheanell. The one the good Lord put on Earth in original form.Natural hair. Going back to her roots (if you would allow me to use a bad pun). 

Seeing the transformation made me think 2 things:

1. She has serious testicular fortitude (i.e. balls) because I don't think I could have done it and...

2. Chris Rock's documentary "Good Hair" (one of my favourite films)

She received no ends of disagreement and disapproval about her decision prior to going ahead with the chop but that didn't stop her. This was to be a part of a new outlook. Morgy has embraced more of herself, the non-physical side- defining herself in a new way. And yes I heard you earlier, "It's just HAIR!" but for a woman it's often so much more. It may be a major consideration, a defining feature and very often changes made, are those preferably of the subtle or easily reversible kind. My friend in her wisdom decided that she would focus on her, the parts which need the most work and deal with her hair and its changes while dealing with life as a newly independent adult and those changes at whatever pace they may come (because hair, like life, goes through many changes as it progresses as well). New hair was just part of a bigger plan.

So the lesson? If you need to go out on a limb and defy a boundary, or type or definition to contribute to the achievement your own goals of actualization, then (as I had suggested a few posts ago) take a deep breath and, just do it!

Peace & Love

xoxo

Keeta :)

Thoughts from the Palisadoes

[PSA to My Readers:

I've been doing a lot of thinking about other kinds of posts, as the blog has taken on a bit of an advice column feel. I thought this one would allow for a good transition post in-keeping with the direction in which I'm hoping to take "Being Bonita", No worries though; still keeping it positive.]

Today I took a drive out to one of my favourite places.....the Palisadoes strip in Kingston. I try to go out there whenever the opportunity arises as I find it a welcome oasis in the bustle that is Kingston city. (I keep promising myself I will have to actually write and post a blog while out there, as the setting is absolutely inspiring). 

Today, on Good Friday and Earth Day, I thought to myself as I drove out to the section of the beach near the lighthouse that the landscape had changed significantly since last I visited. It was clear that the Ministry of Transport & Works' plans to "improve" infrastructure were in full swing and, despite the previous slow pace characteristic of past similar initiatives, that in the not-too-distant future the strip of land I had become familiar with ever since I was little girl would change considerably.

Today, there were no persons on the Kingston Harbour side of the strip casting lines out to fish or pointing out landmarks which dot the Kingston coastline to friends. I could not see the other side of the strip which faces the Caribbean Sea due to an inordinate number of boulders (or "big rockstone" as we Jamaicans say) lining the road up to the turn for the airport (components of a future storm wall). 

I arrived at my usual spot and thankfully, despite all the changes, much had remained the same with the only noticeable difference being less litter on that section of the beach (which I found heartening). I spent the greater part of my day taking photos (breaking in a new camera and getting shots to serve as future art for my little apartment). I looked at the large ships being guided by smaller tugboats, tiny sand-coloured crabs scuttling across my toes, large waves hitting the expansive shelf of rocks on the shoreline. I felt the sun burn on my recently-turned-paler skin, the spray from the sea as the waves hit rocks and the wind blow through hair, much longer since the last time I visited. I sat on my usual rock (thankfully also still there) and thought about all the things I've ever heard persons philosophize about change. 

So much had changed but yet I was able to find the space with which I had become familiar. I wondered how much longer it would remain the way I knew it. I will agree with those who say that the Palisadoes ought to be better maintained and even improved to achieve the potential that such a space clearly possesses. But yet, I remain reserved as I have come to learn that as good as the intentions we have may be about what to do with our unique spaces, we have managed to maintain a consistent balance between trying to develop in order to achieve potential while still causing problems with the abandon with which we treat the space. And though I'm sure it sounds selfish, I can't say I necessarily agree with putting up a boardwalk to encourage crowds to what is a nearby, welcome space of solitude that persons often use to escape from the numerous concerns of the city. A space already damaged but still ironically hanging on in certain parts because of neglect whether convenient or unavoidable.

I looked back on the numerous photos I took of this favourite space and thought about how the ideas and questions I asked myself about the Palisadoes applied to my life. The question of balance. Balancing decisions aimed at achieving full actualization of potential while avoiding possible damage these decisions may cause and at the same time ensuring that you don't neglect to do the things which won't take as much work or effort. 

Finding balance is very often not easy and takes a good bit of skill.

Thinking on these things...

Peace & Love

xoxo

Keeta :) 

P.S. Please enjoy the photos =]

Just Do Something!

Recently, a friend of mine asked for my thoughts on starting a blog. She had been toying with the idea for a little while and finally decided it would be a good pastime. She wasn't sure what she'd write about, how often she would be able to write (or if she'd feel like it) or even what she would name her blog.

But in-keeping with a piece of advice (which as far as I am concerned Kimora Lee Simmons has made timeless and priceless) if you're not sure what to do, just do something. So she did that. She started with as much as she could at the time.

We all have to do something in life that we have no clue how to start. But the beauty about just starting something will help you figure out what needs to happen and based on the angle from which you approach things, will help you develop a plan on how you will proceed. And note, even if you don't figure things out to the point of developing any plan, it's OK. Remember half of the fun is getting-there.

So my friend is getting there, the blog is still a work in progress but based on what has been done so far, she's doing great and I look forward to more gems of writing by someone who thought she was just trying her hand at something but who it seems is really going to make a statement with her off-the-beaten-track, quirky, honest posts.

[CLICK HERE FOR THE NICENESS!]

So follow her lead and like Nike's famous slogan instructs if you have something to do, Just do it!

Peace & Love

xoxo

Keeta :)

A Light Bulb of Inspiration: My Earth Hour Story

On March 26, 2011, the world commemorated Earth Hour. For those of us who may not be familiar with what Earth Hour is: Earth Hour started in 2007 in Sydney, Australia when 2.2 million individuals and more than 2,000 businesses turned their lights off for one hour to take a stand against climate change. One year later and Earth Hour had become a global sustainability movement, led by one of my favourite organizations the World Wildlife Fund with more than 50 million people across 35 countries/territories participating.

This year one of those countries was Jamaica. I remember vividly, 2 years ago when I first mentioned the cause to some members of a team I was a part of and they seemed a little unconvinced, but being good sports and after gaining an understanding of what it was about, we sought to sensitize members of the university campus where I spent most of my days at the time. Most persons we spoke to had never heard of the initiative and probably thought we were crazy for asking them to plug out appliances and turn off all lights for an hour on a Saturday night to show support for climate change. Who were these crazy people? So my very first Earth Hour came and went. I sat in the dark between 8:30-9:30 p.m. uncertain if anyone else was in the same boat, but nevertheless finding hope in the knowledge that other persons somewhere else in the world support the cause and that I was doing a good thing.

Fast forward 2 years later to 2011, a group of persons branded as EarthHourJA, taking advantage of the wonderful platform that is Twitter, popped up as a suggestion on Follow Friday. I immediately clicked "follow" and began encouraging my own followers and anyone who would listen to support the cause. This group (whoever they are) got the support of the Jamaica Environment Trust and a number of corporate partners. But, what really warmed my heart were the tweets I read during Earth Hour. So many of my tweeps were supporting the cause and encouraging others to do the same. I sat watching my candles flicker, feeling heartened that yes, my generation really was serious about leading change.

Naysayers, call us wagonists and say that it makes no sense to support the initiative instead of doing what matters. But I put it to you that these persons who were willing to sit in the "dark" for an hour have demonstrated the capacity to join a cause and help in their own way to save the only home we know. So yes it DOES matter. Engendering that kind of support can only further the cause.

As the Earth Hour promos will tell you, go beyond the Hour and be more conscious of your choices. Use recyclable bags at the supermarket and market (the higglers at Coronation market already practise reusing and recycling in a most remarkable way, so follow their lead), turn off the tap, hose or pipe when not in use, reuse plastic bottles, don't buy bottled water- buy a nice bottle and take your water with you, change your light bulbs to energy saving bulbs etc. Here are some more tips.

Essentially, though they may not all see this, I want to express my thanks to whoever EarthHourJA is and my pride that WE, Jamaicans, are finally in our own little way contributing to the change and I hope those of you who read this (if you're not already doing so) start making your contribution as well.

Peace & love.

(the idealist at heart)

xoxo

Keeta :)

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True Love's True Form in a Dash

Subsequent to reading my recent post on rescues (click here to see), my bestie read that particular piece (which was speaking about her primarily), to her entire family *blushments* (I invented a cute word? Lol). Her dad and sister then said that I should write something about them. I didn't have to think too long or too hard to come up with an idea because this family (and its varying personalities) were made for a writer's inspiration. And I immediately became excited to share my thoughts with all of you.

What did they inspire? A family of 5 (at the core) the Morgies, as I have affectionately dubbed them (much to the original Morgy's chagrin *chuckle*) are to me the true picture of what I think true love is. Comprising, two parents that have a relationship which possesses the only real attribute of perfection which a relationship should- the will to grow and learn by caring for and being devoted to another person; and to finish the complement of five, three sisters, each very different but who appreciate differences enough to find a common ground. It's not a "Little House on the Prairie" kind of thing. There are issues and concerns at varying points but at the end of the day, seeing and having the distinguished opportunity of being let into their circle I have learned to acknowledge and furthermore, appreciate what true loves a person will have in this world. They are the things/people which at the very foundation are the reason you will see better in yourself.

Earlier this week, I listened to a poem which spoke to the writing on tombstones and what they meant. Don't run off now, I'm not about to get morbid. The poem spoke to how the years of a person's life are written, e.g. Egan Nembhard, 1924- 2010. It noted that the most important part of those words was the dash between the day one was born and the day they died, as that represented all the years you were alive and most importantly all the things which filled those years. We spend our entire lives trying to fill that dash and very often one of the major objectives is finding true love or happiness. Not only romantic love but the kind you share with family, friends or even for something such as a cause which you are wholeheartedly devoted to (like an environmentalist per se).

The Morgies have shown me clearly that some of the things we chase in life, like true love (filial romantic, or otherwise) happiness, success (the type of succes which makes the money seem like a bonus) can be had and that it is very often found in those things which are described as intangible. These are the things that appear very clearly if you make a point to notice them.

Stay true to them and make the best out of your dash.

Peace & love.

xoxo

Keeta :)

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For My Bat xoxo

Shout-out to my special girlie, the little troublemaker/diva- my NasBat!!! Ur awesome!!

xoxo

Keeta :)

The Best Rescue(r)

You may have been thinking of some dashing man on a white horse (or in some cases a very sturdy donkey- couldn't resist inserting that, lol) coming to the rescue of some cliche "damsel in distress" when you read the title of this post. Or, of some epic rescue from almost-certain doom by some superhero. Well, I refer to neither.

I am referring to a simple, non-superhero like (in the conventional sense at least) girl who, like a reliable player on a team, makes a much-needed save at just the right time.The best rescues come in the form of an act as simple as listening and importantly, and doing so without judgement; something I've had the good fortune to be on the receiving end of. This post is more of a "Thank you" than anything else. It's my way of saying (and noting to all of you) that as has been said countless times, "Good friends are better than pocket money". When you have one be sure to acknowledge that and like any good relationship work to keep it strong.

And now for my pointed closing statement *chuckle*:

Thanks to Morgy (a.k.a. Golden Wings) for always being so amazing and for being a true white knight whenever I need one.

Peace & love.

xoxo

-Keeta :)

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Brown Skin Gyal

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Another treat.......for all the Brownings and lovers of Brownings.

Enjoy.

BROWN SKIN GYAL

Brown skin gyal

Flesh like coffee liberal with milk

And brown sugar

Rich and strong

Each crystal its own story

Her voice

A lustful kind of talk formed by

Her accent, full in my ears

Like the curve of her hip and breasts in my eyes

Everything soft and bright

Yes the one brown skin gyal

Wrap up my mind with her words

Like artist manipulate

Dot and line

She tie me up, just so, with a tongue like rope

Watch my head spin

As she daze me with her lilting laugh

Wooing smile and dark eyes

Her eyes and mouth

The sinful picture

She sit with long skirt

A fibred silhouette

Of powerful legs

Every inch full of presence

Like some sort of present

Wayward gift

Head in cloud and smoke

While the rest of me scorch

Like magma make igneous rock

Fine particled and dark from heat

I don't talk; all time must stop

Because the girl I need to understand

All five of both senses meet with one more

She always get it

Most time just right

The girl, heavy

For she weigh me down like

Leaded feathers stuck to

Impressions in honey

Complete with bee and sting

All the while innocent

Like she don't know

I gone foggy, or maybe just gone

Like old bedspring

Or use rubberbands

All things with a purpose done

Still useful simply for existence

As the interpretation she have

Change all this junk

To her own little treasure.

Peace and love.

xoxo

-Keeta :)

Light of Weight

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This poem is one of my favourite pieces.

Coincidentally I entered it into the Valentine's Poetry Contest they had at my workplace and won :)

So I'm sharing it with my lovelies. Enjoy (and as always please leave a comment).

LIGHT OF WEIGHT

To have you compared

To the lightest touch

To think of you as the first brush of lips

In two's first kiss

Everything of excitement and anticipation

Of a brush of fingers

To the soft blush of cheeks

When all there is

Is Us

And the smallest breath

Feels more intense

Because there is no air

For one breath, omnipresent

Like the softest whisper

Is all we listen to hear.

Peace & Love.

xoxo

-Keeta :)

Valentine's Day......seriously???

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Earlier this week I had a very interesting conversation with one of the girls at work. Someone suggested that we stage a "Best Red Outfit" competition for Valentine's Day. I loved the idea, not because I'm a huge fan of Valentine's Day or anything but because I thought it would be a fun, whimsical thing for us to do.

Well, of course the push-back from most persons was enormous. Most of the group had an issue with the whole idea. And it led me to think to myself "Why do we always take ourselves so seriously?" So what if you're wearing red on Valentine's Day? You'll seem like you're "conforming" to a silly idea, people may tease you about it a little? You don't need to be in love, in a relationship or even like someone at that point in time. You don't need to make such a big effort to wear black or psych yourself up to be depressed for an entire 24 hours on February 14 either, because you are surrounded by the capitalist permutations of love in the form of hearts, flowers, "Be mine" sweeties, flavoured chocolates and cheesy red and white teddy bears (or other lovey-dovey looking stuffed creatures). We live in a world where there are so many crises that maybe pandering to a silly occasion once in a while would do a lot to take the edge off.

When I had initially started this blog, I wrote a post about Valentine's Day and made some suggestions about not doing the obvious. After all things in life are what YOU make them. So it's ok to wear red, it's also ok not to. Best suggestion I've heard since Valentines fever hit late January was from a lady in a store saying she didn't have a boyfriend or husband, but she decided that if there's a day centred on the premise of love that she's going to take that day to give herself a treat and show herself some love because she's worth it. And why not? You need to love YOU first.

Btw, as a reminder-------> go read some other thing's that you can do on V-Day.

Peace & Love.

xoxo

-Keeta

Useful Words for the New Year

Useful words to live by....

Before.....

xoxo

-Keeta

For my Tweeties

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Lately, I've gotten caught up in the whirlwind that is social media....esp. Twitter.

I spend a good portion of my days tweeting random things or engaged in full-on conversations. And perhaps one of the most positive things which have happened as a result is that I have grown closer to people whom I knew in passing for the most part and have learnt to appreciate them in ways I probably would never have had it not been for the daily banter shared through Twitter.

The site facilitated conversation without the pressure of having a statement directed at you all the time while allowing you to gain an understanding of people's quirks, likes, dislikes and habits. But above all, it opened a door for me to engage with amazing persons who will I am sure do great things one day. But Twitter or not one principle remains the same, getting out there (whether in a tangible space or on something less so like a timeline) you'd be truly surprised at how much more enriched your life will become because of the people you interact with.

Sociology nerd footnote: this is one aspect of globalization (i.e increase in mediums and ease of communication) that I will definitely not complain about :)

xoxo

-Keeta

P.S. A few persons whose awesomeness I discovered through Twitter (follow them): @PrincessLiselle , @j_kimmy, @SadeInc, @SadeSweetness