You believe it too

I shut off my TV, logged off those pages, crabbed a bowl, and got some milk in my cereal.
Determined to take no part in the delusion that you are what I should aspire to be as, I shut you off.
You do not have my consent to make me feel like I am a follower of yours.
I simply refuse.
This is no sheep and herder sort of relationship that we keep long distance-ly in our ever-so-one-way lop-sidedly contrived love.

It isnt.

You are no ALLAH, not my Ghandi, you ArE not Jesu Kristi or that six-limbed God the hindus serve. You do not make water, you breathe air but cannot manufacture it. You cannot fly un-aided, you are NO diety.

Yet, people, watch, listen, gaze, and breathe you in. In awe. Starry-aspiration-eyed as if to say that without you, they cannot dream.
You believe it too.
You are wrong.

I packed up my slippers and wont look back as I stomp out the yard. You will not make me feel less than I was when chance, linked us.

I am humbled by the experiences... watching you live so loud. Laughing out loud, and though its aloud, I must say your cry for recognition is sad.

Humility never was your greatest attribute.

Yet, people, watch, listen, and gaze at you. In awe. Starry-aspiration-eyed as if to say that without you, I cannot have joy.
You believe it too.
You are wrong.

Lioness Rising.

A snowflake
Spiralling down, falling over its masses while gently, tipping each out of place
As it makes it way down through to the bottom
As that 9 billionth flake it hit weak as it is, joins in
An avalanche, begins
All it ever took was a snowflake and that child downhill never did see it coming.
Unaware of the natural phenomenon of constant change taking place above he
Was busy skiing, who cares about the snow while you’re on it
Who cares about the little things that don’t matter... till they do
Truth is, poco a poco, little snowflakes of chances become big revolutions; avalanches.

A lady
Downright down on herself because the pieces just weren’t connecting
Or so she thinks as she reaches out to whoever would listen
Whispering embarrassing thoughts that had claimed her mind lately
A recognition surfaces
Never did take more than an outreach though almost deterred by fear of seeming insane.
That outreach of a freefall into some strangers’ hands because of some overwhelming thoughts
After sending an email blinding asking for help and some sort of guidance...in the dark,
Now, she has grown to have mad respect for intuitions, chances, and grace

In this century,
As the age of Aquarius concludes itself and we move into the Picerean times
I cannot help but feel nauseous, scared and uncertain
Feeling like the waterwaves have carried me and I am enthralled by the strength of it all
A state of uncertainty
As the world expects one thing and I too, accepts its control of me
I begin to see discrepancies between what I am, what I will and want to be
I begin to realize that my destiny isn’t as monotonous as what I am surrounded by
Slowly, I fall into an ambiguous state of fear for what is to become of this being

Serendipity,
An enlightenment in the form of a feeling that circled my temples
One that resettled my heart to its usual spot in my chest cavity
Finally, it can stop beating as if it wanted to exit this body
My heart is staying
I realize that this isn’t just me. I am not alone and neither will I be
There are other females, my age, and they too, are feeling thesame
As if these times need to be made over because they just don’t fit
Someday, the cookies will crumble just how we choose to orchestrate it...with love, and care

Equality,
A snowflake at age 6 of me saying no to feminine mind slavery; my avalanche had started
If I do not have children, I am sure that that would not make me unworthy of that four letter word
And if I didn’t choose to be a grain of rice in a white man’s plate, I would still be human
I’ll be the full plate of meal.
Tilapia fish and bokoto to boot because you see, in my mother’s land where I am meant to be, we do food like it should be
Nitoriwipe, emi ni omo oloke to mokee gun and climb I shall because I was born to shine
Edi ile ahun ni mi... if I did not walk the path that I choose, I would not be my mother’s daughter
That woman had a drive with a kick worse than these horsepowered rides
Maybe, this avalanche started before me... I truly am my mother’s daughter and she, her’s.


"...
You can call me by my name, I am ready to roll
Once the rules remain thesame, How the story's been told
Call me anytime, never cop out
Lioness is on the rise, dont you ever have doubt..."


Lioness rising,
I’d be unfair not to warn you of this tsuna-me coming
Carrying with me all that weight of guilt, doubt and fear of angering
Yes, it may seem wrong but sometimes we live right too long to realize we really should have left
I am retracing my steps to end up where I am meant to be.
This lion climbs
The Queen said it best so you may go ahead
Call me by myname as I begin to roll
And am not alone in this so climb we shall
You just picture it... a pack of lionesses, roaring on some hill
In our land, where we really, should be
Picture that, and you here that sound in the background?
Thats me singing our theme music roaring...



"...You can call me by my name, I am ready to roll
Once the rules remain thesame, How the story's been told
Call me anytime, never cop out
Lioness is on the rise, dont you ever have doubt..."







9:25am December, 29, 2010 (edited, Januray, 1, 2011 @ 0227h)
Re: convos with Tina Peperempe and Duuni of AZ

Sexual Health Illnesses; a presentation by Tina R. and Cindy E.

Here, we get to see Tina and Cindy's presentation (some part of it anyway). There were two videos but I cant seem to find the other one!!!

I have always been interested in sexual health and sexually transmitted illneses so, their topic caught my attention. Not only that, however... you get to see this presentation that they were so good to have allowed me to tape. At the end of the presentation, I had to run, because my prof was at my booth and I was getting evaluated so... couldnt continue taping (what a shame) but at least, I got to get this. Thanks Tina and Cindy for giving the consent to have this posted on here. Merci beaucoup.

Healthfair 2010- Colorectal Cancer

^^^ Above is a clip made by Deandra Cormier and I. Its a clip for colorectal cancer awareness; a portion of the healthfair conducted by the students on March 23-2010 (yesterday). I hate the part where I put Deandra on the spot. Gowd! lol

^^^ Here is the 2nd part to our presentation. Thanks to Vaidehi for taping.


"Although colorectal cancer takes 10-15 years to develop to a terminal stage, and it is treatable 90% of the time, it still remains the 2nd leading cancer-related cause of death."

That was our message at the healthfair we presented on Colorectal cancer awareness on March 23, 2010.


In our booth, you can see we have three packs of cereal that we'd found to have high fiber cotnents (24-40% of recoomended daily intake). This is significant for our topic because having sufficient dietary fiber intake is one way to help prevent against colorectal cancer. In addition, we had preventative measures, signs and symptoms, screening methods, facts, risk factors and such informations on our board. Also included on the board were pictures of a normal colon, and several polyps (hyperplastic, adenomatous, flat etc) and one of rectal cancer. Lastly, we had a picture of the anatomy of the colon and rectum as well as a picture of an X-RAY showing a colon blockage (probably due to colon cancer) in its ascending colon. On the other side of the table (closer to where Deandra was standing), we had a TV showing clips that we had compiled from youtube. Clips included several colonoscopies (one was so ghastly, it was sad. The colon was full of cancer) including a funny one of Homer Simpson getting his colonoscopy, and one that showed the resection of some polyps. We also had a clip of the BIG COLON show; another colorectal awareness program that showcases a huge gigiantic colon (big enough to walk through it). Of course, it is synthetic, but its fun to watch ;)

Lastly, we had pamphlets that we had received from the government of Ontario's colorectal awareness program (Cancer Check), and CCAC (Colorectal Cancer Advocacy Program?). We also had pictures of bottoms (yeah, buttoms as in buttocks) that were posted on the drapes of our tables (you can see them in between where Deandra and I were standing). The butts were copied from a site by the CCAC called getyourbuttseen.ca . Also, all around the school were posters that we had posted prior to the healthfair. These posters were received from the CCAC, and were on neon papers; they said "Get your butt over here" with arrows leading to our booth. Lastly, we had blue ribbons made, These blue ribbons were given to whoever wanted them as blue is the coloor of colorectal cancer awareness and March, is the month of colorectal cancer awareness. Hey! We even had a sign there that said "March is colorectal cancer awareness month; Are you ready for your booty call?"! LOL

So needless to say, people are likely to remember our booth and they are highly likely, to be more aware of the importance of preventing and getting screened for colorectal cancer.

Ten toes, two legs, one body, no head.

I remember wondering in that hall writing my Ethics exam. How dare this prof ask me when life starts.
Who am I to say,
"life starts at conception, when the sperm meets the ovum."?.
Or imply that
"no, it didnt. It actually started the moment the heart began to beat, or maybe even at birth once it passes the vag canal"

I somehow managed to conjure up some words to make it out of that hall.
I passed.
I was glad.
Never ever will I be confronted by such disturbing riddle.
I knew that there was no right answer; that Ethics course taught me that.

So as I stood in this lab, four years later, watching what this pathologist assistant held so matter-of-fact-ly in his hand
I remembered my Ethics class.
Oh goodness! Maybe there really is an answer!

That mass there in his palm, somewhat about a hundrenth of a pound.
Dead, silent, there. Hardly visible in that midst of what was to be her home for a while till she grew.
I call her a she.
Though it was probably a he.

It hit home for me because I'd do it. Wouldnt I?
And dont you dare judge me!!! Wouldnt you?!

Somewhat about a hundrenth of a human.
Dead, silent, there. Was a lifeless body of what was to be a person's baby.
All toes were present. i counted ten.

Ten toes, two legs, one trunk with no arms and no head , missing in the rubble of some red mushy remnants of a mixture of her's and her mother's tissues.
This mass of a life or lack there of, at 9 weeks and a day.

How then, do you decide when life started?
I dont know.
Tough this one did end, at negative nine weeks, and a day.