Yesterday, I was Angry with God
I thought why must it be so hard?
Is it because I am black or because I am a woman?
And I know that this is no so.
Because God does not reward or punish people
with good, nor with bad.
Neither does God punish our enemies on our behalf.
We attract to us all that we experience.
And some may say, well you can say that because you always
seem to have something to be grateful for in your
And I would tell them:
I remember the day I spent 8 hours in meditation deciding whether I wanted to be a #successfulfailure. Whether I wanted to call upon all my "bad" experiences, my childhood and make it #mylifestory.
I did not! Because I would be living a lie.
When they told me that as a child I use to wash a basin of clothes by myself and that I was abused. I did not remember that. I remember washing a basin of clothes by myself and listening to the release of #NelsonMandela on my Walkman and tears of joy streaming down my face. That's what I remember. And I would not give that experience up for a million dollars. (Well maybe, one Million. lol)
When they told me that I use to eat half a chicken wing as my dinner and that, that was unfair, I did not remember that. What I remembered was skipping, not walking, or running, up the road to buy 1 pound of chicken-backs and having just enough to buy a chocolate bonbon biscuit, which I enjoyed to the fullest. Then skipping back home singing and picking every leaf in the back yard and green bananas and breadfruit and limes from the garden to make the most awesome meals. I would not give up the fact that I have learned to cook like any master chef for a million dollars
(Well maybe for one Million. lol)
When I did not see or speak to my mother for seven years and I could not even call her mommy, on her return, I was supposed to be sad, to be damaged to never forgive or forget. But all I remember was me having imaginary concerts in the backyard, by myself,
singing and dancing with the trees to vintage Soca and conscious reggae. I would not give up the blessing of having an open mind, not hampered by parental influences for a million dollars.
(Well maybe if it was in cash. lol)
When I did not grow up with my father, I was supposed to be damaged. I should have had daddy issues. But I did not. I could not claim that and not be living a lie. Because even though, I have seen my father only a handful of days in my life and spoken to him even less I learned from him one of the greatest lessons of my life. I learned that I had to take care of myself and not to depend on another's to do it.
(That in itself, is a million-dollar lesson)
When my friend Andrea Marcellin and I use to feed all the members of our church on Sunday and stay without food because there was not enough, I should have felt hungry and depress and poor. But I did not. I remembered the joy of peeping to see everyone clean off their plates and chatting and laughing until evening service.
(Would I give that up for one million? Maybe if it was a bank transfer)
I should have developed a complex when they told me that I was neglected, when they said your mother should have taken you to the dentist. But I did not feel that way. Even though I never smile throughout my school years, it never stopped me finding love. I have been blessed to have been in love and to have been loved. So, I cannot give up my experiences and claim to have a sad story. Because I do not.
Even though they say sad story sells. I have been happy. With the little I had I have been happy. Many people get rich in the hope of gaining happiness and realise that money cannot buy happiness.
So, when you have it, be careful how much you accept for your happiness.
We have come to life to gain experiences, to live and to be happy, if you have that, you are already half way there.
Rise above your sad stories, leave them behind, do yourself a favour and be happy.
It is the best gift you can give yourself and the best offering you can bring to your God.