Yeah I Wrote This!

Also, Ms. Rolle was tremendously delighted by our gesture.  In truth, she has been following and supporting our entire reunion effort for the past several months.  Ms. Rolle has every Class of 1994 Newsletter which she keeps as a memento to the memory of her son. 

I think that it may be safe to say, that we are no longer innocent in the ways of life; and that with life’s extraordinary journeys, our roles too have changed.  Consequently, we now find ourselves enjoying paying the bills and meeting the personal obligations that our parents once were responsible for only a short time ago.  But then again some of us still have our parents taking care of us.  Lucky them!   Notwithstanding that fact, there are many amongst us who can happily boast that they now have their own families, with their own rug rats who soon attend our great Alma Matter.  And even more so there are several persons who can also boast that they are successful proprietors of their own businesses:  Omar Williams with his breathtaking Wild Seeds Designs, Bronson Pilgrim with his web hosting site brontoweb.com, Gia Chisholm with her exquisite Frolic and of course Jay Ambrister with his numerous outstanding enterprises.  

And then there are those who were blessed to have found their soul mates and who have decided to exchange nuptials.  Great men like Paul Albury, Darvin Cartwright, Starsky Cartwright, Anton Haven, Deshon Fox, Sean Knowles, Anthony Lowe, Mecal Newbold, Bronson Pilgrim, Brock Thompson and Ricardo Walker have all decided that the bachelor life wasn’t for them.  Similarly, stunning beauties such as Nadia Toote, Tiffany Maycock, Gia Chisholm, Tresa Cambridge, Vanessa Thompson, Nadeen Curry, Patrell Wallace, Ayodelle Horton, Lakeisha Smith, Raquel Carol, Chanaki Whyms, Nadia McHardy, Henrea Ferguson, Nadia Adderley and Monique Cooper have all been wooed and won and have adopted a new last name as there own.  There have also been beautiful love stories amongst us fellow graduates too; I dare mention the likes of the recently married Ayodelle and Deshon Fox, the dating duo of Ivan Roberts and Dominique Brennen and the lovely engaged couple Trevor Tucker and Nicole Humes.  Truly, it is good to see that love flourishes amongst fellow graduates. 

Then there are those of us who have put on some ‘sexy weight’; I know Jay Ambrister, Tavares Bowleg and Francis Burrows wear theirs well.  Mine isn’t too sexy though! (Winks.)  Similarly, there is even a once ‘divo’ who has gone a little bald, but I am not going to call his name out, (Starsky), but he wears it well all the same.

Nevertheless, we all have changed a little and with those changes we still gladly venture out to congregate with each other at our reunion exercise this coming July.  Some of us, like David Cartwright, Candace Johnson, Tanya Wildgoose, Carol Dames, Tresa Cambridge, Kenneth Ferguson and Kareem Lilas have migrated to different soils but will still brave the skies in order to return home for our big bashment. Truly, it does not matter what we once were, but that we are still here.  Here to celebrate with each other, to dance up a storm, to laugh and cry, to reminisce and to say: “Boy, Dem SAC Class of 1994 could party aye, dey still together dread!”

In love with two

His eyes were moist with salty tears,
They were bloodshot and were crazed.
His smile was wild and grim looking
And horror was in his gaze.

His clothes were tattered and were grimed,
Stenched with stinking sweat.
His mind was gone, a befuddled mass,
It was obvious that it wasn’t set.

He laughed and shouted of love and pain,
Of lust and the sins of man.
He stated the names of his lovers aloud,
And their failure to understand.

And in this town where lilies bloom,
This legend did come to past.
About a man who fell for two,
And then decided to bask.

A fine young man, loved by all,
A fault that caused his plight.
For his passion and lust tarnished his image,
Even when he tried to do right.

And it is said, that there were two,
Who were the fairest in all the land.
And he in his greatness and in need of f a love,
Decided to be both their man.

And more was said, about an older maid
Who had the essence of the sun.
For, she was hot, a flaming inferno,
And her passion was never done.

A keeper of hearts, a mender of dreams,
A comforter to men that were bold.
A beauty that was sort and kept by kings,
As a treasure as great as gold.

The other was the opposite, young and naïve,
But her innocence was the envy of all.
Rumors of her talents in love and ecstasy,
Did beckon all men to call.

Her eyes convinced men to dare
And her voice did soothe their souls.
Her beauty was worshipped as if she was a queen,
And many men hearts she stole.

As time went on, all seemed well,
For his lordship was happy indeed.
He had fulfilled his oath which no man dared doubts,
He had satisfied his lovers needs.

But a time did come, when jealousy reigned,
And both women desired to be the one.
His lordship refused to be forced to choose
To be satisfied by only one.

His lovers exclaimed their rage and wrath
And decided to be forever alone.
His worship was distraught and immensely perturbed
And he shrieked out an ugly tone.

His face turned pale and he broke out in sweat,
His skin did burn and wailed.
He hugged himself and uttered strange sounds,
And he wore horror as a veil.

And it is said, that in a town,
Where lilies continue to bloom.
A legend is told about a fool,
Who held two women as his own.

And legend claims, that the lust of this man,
Had defamed and corrupted his mind.
To a point where he walked the streets
And drowned himself in wine.

No pity was felt for this wretched man,
As his selfishness estranged his friends.
They looked upon him with shame and scorn,
And many prayed his life would end.

And it is said, in stories and rhymes,
That to fall in love is grand.
But to fall for two and to be loved by two,
Should be avoided by every man.

A glorious story, rich indeed,
An epic of the heart.
A love story, a common story,
-A tale of broken hearts.

I dreamt last night

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven;
However, you were not by my side.
And all I had to comfort me
Were the angels of the sky.

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven,
And I saw the streets of gold.
I tasted the milk and the honey,
Yet they did not satisfy my soul.

Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven and I cried tears galore
So much that the Father said:  “Please no more!”
Thus, He sent me back to earth to be with you my love
To cherish you, to laugh with you and to simply love.

And last night when I had awaken,
And saw that I was still on earth.
I realized that by being with you,
I had heaven on earth.

(c) Fattening up frog for snake

[QUOTE=Freedomfight]
First of, my condolenses on tha have been injured…
Second: we have to realise that his is just the beginning. If the U.S. economy continues to disintegrate, draggin ours downward as well, the police force continues it’s campaign of corruption and the politicians continues to stick their nose where it don’t belong, we will have riots daily. Deadly ones too. Nothing is more dangerous thn a hungry, angry people who are winessing corruption.
Look like the beginning of the end.
[/QUOTE] 

Freedomfight, you may just have something there. As long as the police and the politicans turn a blind eye to blantant disrespect of the law, there will be upheavals and chaos.

Corruption and lawlessness have now become apart of our culture. Everywhere you go in Nassau, you see Bahamians blatantly breaking the law. From people selling illegal DVDs, to illegal gambling, illegal selling of wares along side the road to the selling of marajuana. All of these things Bahamians no longer regard as being against the law…

God save us against the reprecussions of us putting our heads in the sand!

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