Day 13: Raiharnah
Need I introduce the seductive witch? (@rhaiharnah)
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Here goes.. My disjointed thoughts.. My 2011.
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1st Trimester..
A Personal promise to be better,do better.
Fresh ink for my pen,power flowed in my words. I was whole. I was Inspired.
Peace. Joy. Light
Then a darkness and death.
The light went out with a friend’s smile.
I lost him in a Shoot Out. My mentor,my personal Star. A victim of Life’s cruel way, of a system in ruins.
Confusion. Shock. Denial. Searing Pain.
My vision blurred by uncontrollable tears.
I felt for the first time the true meaning of loss. A huge part of me went down 6feet.
The beacon of hope dimmed that day.
2nd Trimester
Recuperating. Surviving.
I forgave death, I could rejoice for him now. I found strength in the art of others. In the dimple in my mothers smile. In the consoling touch of all of us grieving.
I found meaning in the jargon I pored over in my books.
In the spirit of a survivor, a Sphinx,her tiger blood. I found a sister. I found friendship.
Then Death came again for another of my Beloved,he wasn’t ready. Unscathed from the ruins of a Car squeezed beyond recognition. A miracle.
I found myself smiling again.
3rd Trimester
Toil.
My brain shutdown for weeks.
Most Tortuous Terrain of my Career path.
I became slave to caffeine,to sleep.
Hungry. Battered. Beaten by the pouring rain.
Mentally whipped by grades that didn’t match.
Tasked beyond imagination,beyond reason
I found Knowledge in my niche amidst priceless friends. We found success together. Made the colours fly together.
Then again..
A long break and longer hours of reflection..
Stripped to my skin by my conscience..I went into a voluntary rehab,A spiritual awakening.
I found unconditional love at home…where my family gave and gave..only asked that I stay alive.
I found that Love IS Motherhood. Her gentle words are my reason. My fulfilment.
I found Divine guidance in my Tasbh(Rosary) ,each bead a blessing. In the unfathomable Mercy of the Most-High.
I learnt sacrifice.
I found purity. Of Body,of mind,of Soul.
4th Trimester..
Contentment.
Words were again my compass… They led me. I found gold.
I experienced the Gift of Giving..
I learnt to take equally and keep in trust..
I found happiness.. The kind that conquers, the kind that fills the heart to the brim.
I got brave enough to bare my scars,to get new ones. My medals.
I found hurt. I felt pain and still an overwhelming love.
I found that the Experience is in the fleeting moments….and that Life IS the element of surprise when its least expected.
I remain.
Warrior. Survivor. Woman. Strong.
#Blessed Be..
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I felt like completing that last line so much… Regular scheduling resumes tomorrow at noon with Kovie 😀 Don’t carry last
Awwww Ray i totally caught that.. Love u too alter sis.. Lovely
*clApping
The ‘disjointedness’ of the thoughts could scarcely mask the ingenuity of the sentence formations…beautifully written 🙂
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out again.
See?
We are still here.
Blessed be…
As in…
This reads so well. So so well.
But people can write oh. This is just awesome.
You know!
Your last 3 lines…
May you have a better 2012.
You know….
MY Rhai’s pen is what I love the most about her.
Her pen, the extension of her heart.
Her heart an extension of mine…
Oh my days…
^_^ …
The LOVe!! 😀
This is really great.
I hardly know any of you bloggers,but I know when I need to brag about Nigerians,you guys make the list.
All the writers on this 30day challenge thing have been awesome.
Day 13 sticks out like a sore thumb.
Different.
You are amazing.
This is beautiful…
“I remain.
Warrior. Survivor. Woman. Strong.”….sums it for right now!
AWW! Awesome! This is different!