26 YEARS OLD or YOUNG???

Wow! 26 already, and just Friday I walked in a shop, a man there apparently just chilling and the shopkeeper seems to be in the back, so hear me calling "good day, good day" no answer so the man in the shop bawl out "Tony, look a 'smallie in d shop'... I just smiled because he looked like he himself was not yet 30 but hey say what he find I looking young! Well that's a damn good thing, really boost my ego too because the day before I gone in my daughter school and it's here I's feel like a old mama. But all in all I am extremely thankful to reach this age because I've been to many a funeral for persons who didn't even make it this far. So big ups to my heavenly father for his favor and mercy.

To my Ex (Guess who?)

Well its been a week now, You nearly killed me...Again and yet still I think about you, I loved you inno, we've been at this thing since I was 14 yrs old and you've put me in the hospital too many times, I can't go thru this anymore. I swear I thought we'd be together forever, but I guess I'm finally ready to live without you, Don't need you anymore, don't want you anymore. I see you everywhere I turn, trying to get me back NO leave me alone, I mean it I'm thru with you, don't you realize you're not good for me, you never were, I appreciate the times you were their for me, when I felt you were making things better, but You never did. the thing is I'm sure that you ain't even missing me, you probably already have some other poor chic wrapped up in ur addictive strings, shit you weren't even faithful, She can have you and whoever else thinks they love you more than me, I don't care anymore, cause you don't care about anyone either. So Mr. Du Maurier, you sent Mr.Dunhill to beg for U last night eh, Well I sure he tell you what I do him, I not on you anymore, You cah get my money again.
                                                                                                                                No more love
                                                                                                                             Non smoker Chanel!

The Sweetest Thing

To meet someone for the first time, and its like You've known them forever!

To kiss someone and feel like fireworks are shooting off in Your belly!

To look into someone's eyes and see Your future!

To have someone give up their comfort, just to see You smile!

To have someone who makes You laugh and blush all the time!

To have someone who makes You feel strong, sexy and smart!

To be with someone who can appreciate You for You!

To be with someone who wants to be with You, all the time!

To have someone overlook Your past, Your faults, Your circumstances!

To have someone who You can truly call a friend!

Is such a sweet thing, That someone Is even Sweeter

But the Sweetest Thing is to find that Someone...

So Gone...

It was such a beautiful distraction, a consuming fire, that for a moment, made you go away,
made all the hurts of reality fade, the pains of the truth took a back seat for a while and a smile blossomed.

It was good for me, necessary, to breathe without your aroma choking me into the usual numb stupor your absence left me with. It dragged out the lost little girl, who knew what happiness meant.

It made me lose my voice and my bearings, a side effect of being totally entranced by imagination, by fantasy, by the unknown...removing the clamp on your thoughts can be very exhilarating.

It activated yet another side of me, added a new chapter to my book, stimulated dormant senses, opened up new ideas and visions, Fresh blood now flows to my heart.

Then as quickly as it entered, it exists, mission accomplished, satisfaction attained, The flame has fizzled out, the ashes now wait for the winds to disperse of the memory, the possibilities, the meaning of it all.

I blow it a kiss and wave as it all becomes a dot in the distance, Hmmm, I smile, inhale deeply and continue on my journey...

Different sides of ME!!!

I hate to hear someone say "who she feel she is" or "wah she playing"...U tell me nah "What am I really playing? U feel because I's a most requested rudegyul I cah I doh have values, or because I's a yardie I doh kno how to behave among certain ppl, or because I's d original gangstress I doh give thanx to my father for life. Well now u know. I doh b playing thing is still me, just different sides. I could speak proper english plus carry on meaningful, interesting, and entertaining conversations with ppl who are said to be highly intelectual, with most admirable confidence, on the same day I might cuss u so stink that u melt! Same me. Tomorrow u might see me looking like d swankiest freak when today u thought I now drop straight from d heavens, same me. What I'm saying is Who d hell is u to brand me one way and then fass to say out loud to boot, I 'playing thing'...stueps, Well hear this nuh, eff U and have a nice day!                                            

They always said I should write a book on my life...well here goes

Julie Bobb-Murray, a young school teacher, was preparing to have her second child. She had spent the entire school term home on maternity leave.
Then on Friday 6th July 1984, the very last day of the school term, the very last minitues actually 2.55pm to be exact...Chenelle Marina Murray was born.
I was 6lbs 7ozs, very nashy and pink. I am told I was a very independant baby from the getgo, not fussy at all, at least compared to my older sister Sherry Melissa Murray so I doubt I was as angelic as they say.
If I tell you anything else it would be hearsay and this is my story so I'll skip all that and go to what I remember personally...