Here’s to the Outliers

“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”

― Rob Siltanen

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberated others

-Marianne Williamson



It’s been a long walk away from home

I’ve given smiles when you gave pain

You’ve paid love when I sold tears

But in the end, we find ourselves


Where fairytales don’t always have a happy ending


Where thrillers end with laughter


Where roller coasters are the only way to paradise


Away from home. Each person changed

One way for good another for bad

But all in all

A more formidable combination.


For the first time, I was ashamed of me. Of what my hands have settled to do. Usually, I’m good with words; optimistic about life, but this time I just want it to end.

I know the journey is crucial. So much I must learn at every turn, but what’s sweeter than the destination? What’s more fulfilling than a finished project.

Father, open my eyes to see what you do. I lack whatever ability to see the diamond in the rough.

For the first time I’m ashamed. Because the truth dawns on me, there never has been free lunch in Freetown. There never will be.

This war is good

Every day I wake up thinking this one will be different. There’s so much left unsaid, so much left unread, too much still undone yet I think: ‘This day will be different’

I go about doing what I always do. Maybe tweaking it with a little faith yet nothing’s changed.

I’ll be better. I’ll say better. I’ll think better. Certainly!  I’ll  do better. Yet I find myself right in the middle of the same battle.

I am a warrior. I’m vixen fighting shadows.  Nothing seems to interest me. And everything tickles my fancy.

We fight against tornadoes and hurricanes. They tug at our muscles and test our resilience.

Still, we keep on. Yes, we’d keep on. Till victory is won.


We had dinner last night

Beneath the crescent moon and above all else

It’s beam gave the roses at our feet a silver kiss

The food was breathtaking; not even the soothing songs of the night’s breeze could shadow its aroma

This moment, though beautiful,  was nothing compared to him

My tall prince. Hair as ravens. Radiant olive skin that perfectly housed those caramel eyes. Heaven sent you to me with kisses on both cheeks. The jitters I get when you smile

He stretched his hand across the table placing them over mine.

Sneaky you. Don’t you know what you do to me? And for the love of God, say something!

But he just stared. Silent.

“I love you”

Sweet Lord, let it be your voice I heard. Love you too, Jesus. Hallelujah

“You heard me”

That baritone interruption! What on earth do I say now?!

“Hahahahaha… Love you too, best friend”

I stuffed such a big chunk of chicken in my mouth I know I should have choked.

Silence again.

“Just a friend, huh?” he said almost inaudible and continued eating.

Whatever you do do not look up! Don’t see his hurt.

The rest of the night we talked about matters of the heart. Especially how stable electricity had become

Now, I’m in my room.

Should I have said it?

Should I have said,

“I love you too desperately”

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Roller Coaster

Beauty glows right through my broken shield and I respond desperately

I let her sweetned poison satisfy my famish. I am imprisoned by her lovely strides

Hips swaying. Heels defying. Words caressing.

Her gait leave for me a trail of diamonds. I drunkenly succumb

Rags overlaid with opulence, I refuse to smell the stench

How beautiful you are, my darling. How perfect are your garments

I yearn to pour all I am to you

Surely, I long for that which I must never have

Shall I never tell the difference?!

love thrives in my facade of neutrality

Despondency wrapped in my illusion of self-esteem

How does honey flow over bloodied Turkish orchards?!


Love earnestly beckons me home…

Yet my heart is set on my darling. I am charmed in this phantasm I created.

I find I stirred up love before it pleases

And she leads me.


Till I am no more.