“OH NOOO GRANNY!”

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This is a true story and many persons who were grandparents’ pets can relate. You know grandparents always have an extra special love for their grandchildren and when a grandchild came out good to them; he’s like his grandparents eyeball. 

The Story

Old folks are habitual early birds especially the seasoned country people.  Ray’s grandmother Ermine was no different. She was a determined and strong-willed old woman who practically raised him single-handedly. Her daughter had died during child’s birth and back then unfortunately baby fathers were usually absent.

Ray had grown up to be a sound minded and ambitious country bumpkin that did well at fulfilling his dreams of growing up fast, leaving the dull country life behind and becoming a police detective in the big bright city. He landed an uptown office job with the Special Branch Police Department, working on top cases and mingling with the rich and the famous.

Ray was basking in his dream life, had a nice house, a nice car and great friends. Later he met and proposed to the sophisticated and educated Pamela Inswood who was a teller at the uptown commercial bank.  Things were going fine and Ray visited his old granny often in the country, making sure she was taken care of and contented.

Ermine adored her beautiful grand-daughter in-law and was bursting with pride and joy over the announcement of the wedding. She was very proud of her grandson and she often reflected back on how they had nothing and had endured a life of hardship and what they had now, was a blessing from God. Her previous little shack was now a decent house in the little district of Red Ground and the residents loved and respected her for her strength and Godliness.

A month before the big day Ray sent her an official wedding invitation. The event would be held in an upscale community at the luxurious top-of-the-line Golden Dragon Restaurant which was catering strictly for sixty guests.The kind of wedding Pamela wanted was costly and almost consumed all of Ray’s hard earned savings, nevertheless he was contented with his decisions and wouldn’t want things any other way.

Half hour before the nuptials Ray, his best man and groomsmen were immaculately dressed and chilling in a private lounge at the prestigious restaurant when he got a phone call that immediately changed his mood. He felt a burden and his chest tightened. He was agitated and tried to hide his shock. Nonetheless his best friend since police training school and now best man knew something was wrong. Ray immediately excused himself from the group and hurried outside with Kirk behind in his wake. On their short walk out to the parking lot, Ray was almost speechless and could barely stutter out what had happened. It just didn’t make sense and he was appalled and shocked out of his wits.

Ray’s granny had turned up at his wedding with a bus load of uninvited country folks, most of who knew him since he was a boy in Red Ground. Apparently with one invitation Ermine rounded up the entire district, hired a humongous bus and brought them all to the city at his private wedding. How could she do such a thing and what was he going to do now?  The wedding was a catered affair. He could strangle the daylight out of his old granny for being so thoughtless. He was weak to the knees from disbelief and felt like collapsing to the ground. Ray’s mind went blank by anger and confusion and he gasped at the sight of the old dented country bus, lopsided and hideous as it sat in the parking lot against a line of the most posh vehicles in the city.

Ray’s brows tightened, God his biggest day was going to be his worst embarrassment; a disaster. His heart raced with confusion and distress as he walked up to them. The bus was ugly and dusty from the long journey and the tires had dark red dirt set in their grooves. Ray shook his head and felt insulted by it all. Probably it was raining in Red Ground when they had left this morning. The journey into the city was usually over two hours.

He made a good face greeting and hugging back as his country folks filed out one by one bursting with happiness, as they congratulated and hugged him. They were dressed in all sorts of colors that didn’t blend in with the wedding color scheme. They were the most outdated and hideous fashions he had ever seen. Ray was uncomfortable and Pamela was going to have an ulcer when she finds out, he decided, silently and slowly going on a verge of insanity.

The old women of Red Ground pride themselves in wig wearing and God knows he wasn’t being callous or critical but the ones he noticed could do well with some oil sheen, scissors trimming and proper grooming. They were definitely going to attract all the attention at the wedding. Wrinkled old faces showed off heavy Angel Face powder makeup that made them appeared ghostlike. Ray stood in a daze as he mechanically hugged and fixed a smile while the ecstatic group cramped and stifled him with their unsettling presence and mixed fragrances.

Several minutes later Ray’s mind snapped back to reality. His chest was pounding hard, he had to do something fast so he told them to sit tight in the bus and he’d send an usher to get them assigned to their seats as soon as possible and he rushed to rectify the growing chaos. It was an impossible task but he had to do something to repair the damage. Country folks don’t blend in well with city crowd and he was in great anticipation about the inevitable. This was going to cost him both money he didn’t have and worst the embarrassment and to make such a drastic change at such short notice gave him a headache. Kirk offered to help with a loan which he unwillingly accepted. “Thank God they were half an hour early.” Ray breathe a laboring sigh after his brain racking consultation with the wedding caterers ad planners. The price and pressure to facilitate the adjustment almost gave him a heart attack  and he was going to be broke and mad with his old granny for a very long time. END

 

 

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GOOD NEWS!

THE FOUR-EYED BOY BOOK RELEASE DATE: TUESDAY, MARCH 4, 2014

Publisher: Tate Publishing and Enterprises LLC.

UPCOMING EVENT: PRE-RELEASE BOOK SIGNING FEBRUARY 2014 ( DATE & VENUE TO ANNOUNCED)

WHERE: NASHVILLE, TN

Hi Friends! I’m the Author of children’s book, ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’, from the genre for middle readers and juveniles between 6-15 years-old. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme focus. The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone who read the book, especially our children.

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists, this book is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.

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(BOOKS are available in PAPERBACK $9.99, SPECIAL EDITION HARD COVERS $19.99, E/BOOK CARDS $7.99, & AUDIO BOOKS)

About the book

The tale is about a kind-hearted boy, who migrated from his comfortable city lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part of the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The surprising outcome. Did fate play a part?

This is an incredible story; a powerful lesson learnt…The book is simply “unputdownable” says young scientist Tiffany Thompson.

I created an anti-bullying ‘catch phrase’ that goes with the theme of the novel. This is a great phase to learn especially if you and your children want to see the end of bullying or if you were ever a victim of this type of abuse.

The Catch Phrase: “BULLYING IS NOT HOT! GOT THAT?”

Several T-Shirts (picture depicted below) will be given away to kids and adults who are able to answer some facts about the book at the Pre-Release book signing event, among other cool souvenirs such as bookmarks, pictures, postcards etc. This launch will also feature, Live video, interviews, prizes and surprises ALL ARE INVITED!! (Pre-Release Book Launch Date to be announced)

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THE FOUR-EYED BOY

THE FOUR EYED BOY

children’s book

(Juvenile Fiction, Social Issues, Bullying.)

 RELEASING MARCH 11, 2014

By: Tate Publishing

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 ‘THE FOUR-EYED BOY’ was created from the genre for middle readers. The book is a juvenile fiction with bullying as its theme.

The tone is sparked with mischief, melancholy and discovery, and is sure to create an impact on the reader. The author’s objective is to influence a positive change of heart, mind and attitude in everyone especially our children; as the popular proverb says, “Early start, sure foundation.”

The characters, background, setting and tone emerged from out of the island of Jamaica. The story is inspiring, heartrending, and  bitter-sweet. Enthralled with amazing discoveries, surprising twists. This book is about forgiveness, triumph and change and is an incredible gift or bed time story for any age.

UPCOMING EVENTPRE-RELEASE BOOK SIGNING SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2014

LOCATION:  Rivergate Mall, Goodlettsville, TN

(BOOKS are available in PAPERBACK  $9.99,  SPECIAL EDITION HARDCOVERS  $19.99,  E/BOOK DOWNLOAD CARDS  $7.99,  &  AUDIO BOOKS)

About the story

Roger, a kind-hearted city boy migrated from his comfortable lifestyle and preparatory school to attend a public school in a rural part on the island due to unusual circumstances. There he encountered an unexpected period of the worse type of bullying ever. How he dealt with it? How he survived it? The shocking conclusion. Did fate play a part?

This book is “unputdownable” says scientist Tiffany Thompson.

The book’s Catch Phrase’ that goes with the theme.

 “BULLYING IS NOT HOT! GOT THAT?”

 

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LAST CHRISTMAS WHEN ICARLY VISITS

"Hi my name is Carly and if you're wondering, am a girl so who are you?"

“Hi my name is Carly and if you’re wondering, am a girl so who are you?”

"Ooh noo not my type...this big thing is all teeth, I wanna go home. Open this door at once."“Ooh noo not my type…this big thing is all teeth, I wanna go home. Open this door at once.”

"Let me out! Let me out please, I have to go home."

“Let me out! Let me out please, I have to go home.”

"Now why did you have to go and do this?  Did you have to put me up here? Christ put me back down...please now."

“Now why did you have to go and do this? Did you have to put me up here? Christ put me back down…please now.”

"Oops it seem so far down."

“Oops it seem so far down.”

"Oh gees this is scary, but- but I can't let them know am afraid to jump."

“Oh gees this is scary, but- but I can’t let them know am afraid to jump.”

"Oh no it seem so far down. What am I gonna do now. I simply can't jump, what a shame."

“Oh no it seem so far down. What am I gonna do now. I simply can’t jump, what a shame.”

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"What a shame am afraid to jump."   Whimpering.

 Whimpering.

Carly rubbed her eye feeling tearful. Up on the sofa was no fun and she was scared to jump down. She might break a leg, she thought sadly.

Carly rubbed her eye feeling tearful. Up on the sofa was no fun and she was scared to jump down. She might break a leg, she thought sadly.

image” This is no sport at all.”

"Do you think I should try this jumping thingy? Do you? If you ask me, I think I need a break now. Am fed up ooh this is not good."

“Do you think I should try this jumping thingy? Do you? If you ask me, I think I need a break now. Oooh this is not good.”

 

"Put me down there please, I promise I'll master this jumpimg thingy the next time you see me...hope never."

“Put me down there please, I promise I’ll master this jumpimg thingy the next time you see me…hope never.”

"Thank you soo much, never been so happy to be down here. I love this floor. Thank God Am free."

“Thank you soo much, never been so happy to be down here. I love this floor. Thank God Am free.”

Carly tugged and gnawed on the rug in happiness.

Carly tugged and gnawed on the rug in happiness.

"Hey! My favorite fun, a ball. Thank you so much friend." Carly blurted in happiness and catch the tennis ball that was tossed to her.

“Hey! My favorite fun, a ball. Thank you so much friend.” Carly blurted in happiness and catch the tennis ball that was
tossed to her.

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" my kinda fun, oh I love this ball, my ball."

” my kinda fun, oh I love this ball, my ball.”

"Look at me, am having fun!"

“Look at me, am having fun!”

"Wanna play?"

“Wanna play?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPREE

 

November 1st, is originally Halloween’s special day, yet this endemic is commercialized and celebrated all throughout the month of October up to November and beyond. People of this day-and-age perceive Halloween as kids dressing up in breathtaking little costumes and scary face masks, turning up at doors in small groups bellowing the famous Trick Or Treat cliché. But the meaning of Halloween comes from a time and a place way back and deeper than a mere jar of candy or a cute kid in costume.

It is the archaic celebration of the SPIRITS, a combination of four (4) European Holidays:

Samhain, Feralia, All Saints’ Day and All Souls’ Days. These four holidays ignite one meaning that is the: ‘Celebration of the Dead,’ which now creates, what is called the highly celebrated season of Halloween which came from the old English term, meaning; All Hollows Eve.

Trick or Treat ?

It is…

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SPREE

There’s a rule to everything and certainly cheating is no exception. Don’t let your relationship crumble to pieces take charge by applying and living by the rules:

Unfaithfulness, infidelity, deception and cheating are ranked in one category, having the same common weight of shock, betrayal, anger, bitterness and then depression. As like lying, envy and jealousy, cheating is an age-old practice if not a crime for its effects. Since the beginning of existence, deception by the serpent was the first cause of misery, separation and distress to the first joined couple. It is human’s nature to heed to temptation but it is up to the strength of one’s will, in any situation to do the right but if you’re unable to then it’s time you apply the RULES.

Cheating is a physical or mental state of deception, purposeful or premeditated. This act of illusion or false pretense is normally a plot to betray…

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THINK TWICE NEXT TIME BEFORE YOU ZAP THE CRICKET THAT STRAYED IN YOUR PATH

 

Crickets and the myth behind them.

 

 This article highlights some chronological data on the insect Cricket, while simultaneously broadening the scope of the myth of good and bad luck, behind them in relation to humans.

 

Crickets; (family Gryllidae) known as the true crickets, are related to the grasshoppers, but are more closely related to the katydids called (the family Tettigoniidae) bush crickets. These insects are as cold-blooded as other animals, and will adapt to the temperature of their surrounding.

There are about 900 species of crickets and they tend to be nocturnal. Some of the more common types are the field crickets, the camel crickets and the house crickets that are sometimes mistaken for grasshoppers, because of their similar flattened body structure, and large jumping hind legs. They have long antennae that are sometimes longer than even their entire bodies.

Crickets live up to a year and some with a lesser life span, however the house cricket will live up to a year or longer in the warmth of a house surrounding until it dies of old age. They usually eat fabric, paper and food to survive, but not so for the field crickets as they unfortunately dies by the winter.

During the winter crickets survive from generation to generation by hatching their eggs in the soil where these eggs can survive the winter after these crickets die, their eggs later hatched. Their nymphs take up to ninety days to turn adults and in turn mate and lay their eggs in the soil, before the winter killed them also.

The Mole cricket is one type of cricket that can live up to two years and withstand the cold or old age. They lived deep down in the soil and spend most of their lives in the ground, but eventually dies too.

Only the male crickets chirp and it is sometimes to attract the female ones or to repel other male crickets but when house crickets chirp it signifies good or bad luck for humans. This chirping sound happened because of a large vein that ran at the bottom of each wing which has teeth more like a comb. The sound is created by running the top of one wing along the teeth at the bottom of the other wing. In the meantime the cricket opened its wings so that the wing membranes can act as acoustical sails.

While the cricket is harmless to humans, it can be a nuisance as in some particular seasons, they come in abundance than other times. In many parts of the world the cricket is known to bring good fortune in whatever household it stumbled in, and is deemed a lucky charm for member(s) of that household for a certain period of time, providing that it stays at its own free will and chirps happily and loudly. It is the luckiest thing in the world, some mythological data revealed and goes on to mention the bee is one other similar insect known to represent a sign of good luck.

In Barbados, a loud chirping cricket means money is coming in; hence it’s strict rule that cricket must not be killed or evicted if it chirps inside the house. However, another type of cricket that is less noisy forebodes illness or death. (Forde 1988)

In Zambia, the Gryllotalpa africanus cricket is held to bring good fortune to anyone who sees it. (Mbata 1999).

Persons, who believe in this myth, take all the measures to preserve it but in truth you can’t force good luck, it has to come freely and natural. So next time if a cricket enters your place of dwelling, leave it alone. It is supposed to spread its luck whatever that might be and at its own free will.

Meanwhile some persons had never even observed the coincidence of an annoying cricket and the rise of good luck shortly after.  Unnoticeably it occurs as often as the sun rises and sets.

Take note of this particular case several years ago in rural Jamaica:

This one hind-legged cricket crawled with much awkwardness and assuming pain, as it tried to maneuver its balance with difficulty. The old man on the couch had slightly lamed it, as he slapped at something, next to his arm. Lucky for the cricket, only a leg was broken when it landed on the floor. The man had seemingly forgotten about the terribly loud chirping a couple of nights back.

With abruptness, the cricket stopped at the foot of a shiny black stiletto heel, some three or four inches away. Antennae lifted as if beckoning, the other stiletto heel leg, crossed and hang in the air, above the floor. Unaware that one shift of that foot could end its life instantly, how sad, after it had unsuspectingly brought so much good luck into that household as the couple had won the lottery. The cricket started its journey once more, slowly and retarded, away from the accident and closer to the refreshing air. It smelled like fun and freedom so it made one difficult but happy leap and flopped into a patch of grass outdoor.

Could it be that crickets never really spread luck? But that they could just gravitate to it? In life there are all kinds of opportunities. I believe it’s just the right moment that one seize which impact one’s fate.

ON MATTERS RELATING TO CHILD SEX ABUSE

 
 
This is an art sketch depicting the horror and degradation of one of the many cases of child sex abuse.
 
Disadvantage children are most at risk of abuse whatever the type, it’s  all the same. This pic may be disturbing but it is a reality and is happening to one child every 13 minutes somewhere in our world.