Harobed TALES

All they saw was a street girl without roots. Without hope, without a future. Without rights, to be violated. Without parents, to be disregarded Without opinions, to be shut up. Without a voice, to be heard. Without virtue, to be immoral. Without job security, to be protected. Without an Education, to remain ignorant. Without a place in society. I am that street girl. Now with so much hope the future fringes. With new found motherhood I wax in the regards of my children. With a voice so loud it reverberates throughout the world like the screams of Drogon for his mother - Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. An upholder of human rights not consumed with the power that lies within me. With so much opinions at the table that you would call me the opinion poll. With a new found virtue that I am called the proverbs 31 woman. Now I am the Chief Security Officer in charge of offering and providing job security to over 1,000 people. I am that street girl with so man...

EPISODE 1   I was confused, why did I feel so much pain? Pain so much, that sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned carefully for fear of moving too fast, as the pain wasn’t one that liked to be rushed. I picked up my phone, it was just 2am. Who would I call? I had no friends around and anywhere for that matter, I was a unique loner. Oh wait! I had one but she lived miles and miles away from me. Even if I did call her, it was 2am she would be asleep and probably not hear it ring but even if she did, would I let her leave the safety of her home and sojourn on this dangerous lonely journey in the dead of night by herself? I was still thinking these thoughts when the pain gripped me in a way that I thought surely this is my end. I was befuddled, I literally saw my life flash before my eyes and as quickly as it started it stopped and I thought at last I was free. It wasn’t that serious after all as I drifted off to sleep.... DEAR ALEX: A Tribute Jesus! I heard myself sc...

  Alexander Thomas Emmanuel Longsam For all the pictures on the gram I didn’t like. For all the goofy comments I didn’t post . For all the phone calls I never made. For all the hurts that I never forgave. For all the times I never reached out. For all the times I put a wall up so you could never reach me. For all the times I thought you’d never leave me. For all the times I took your love for granted. For all the times I took advantage of your friendship. For all the times I’d never hear your voice because you’re gone. I grieve !  The Curse   I thought we’d grow old together  Remember how we said that we’d be funky grandparents sitting down on our pouch by the beach, Skyping each other and gossiping about our grand kids and their crushes. How we talked about lighting up the stage with our fine acts. How you wrote me a letter telling me this friendship was for eternity.  What do I do with all these failed promises ? H...