The end......

The end of the month is here. She waited for it.Yes indeed. For other reasons other than the remuneration benefits too. With the end comes the beginning. The beginning of of additional tertiary education, the beginning of another month, the beginning of new goals to set and others to achieve.

The end is only the beginning, so they say.So it shall be then. A beginning.

Happiness.......

Whether bliss or contentment,
it delights the human soul.
Be it the joy emotion,
Gladness is its goal.

A dose of it motivates you,
Inspires and elevates your spirit.
Denoted by smiles or laughs,
quite contagious, you will definitely feel it.

Happiness,
it's source disputed by quite a few.
Material or status,
An argument not new.

For some it is religion or ethics;
For others it is health or genes.
Yet others being optimistic,
just get it by whatever means.

Whatever your reason may be,
the circumstance or situation,
Choose to be happy and pass it along.
Then you are on the way to self actualization.

R.I.P Bernie Mac.............

Born Bernard Jeffery McCullough in Chicago in 1957, the actor began his showbiz career as a stand-up comedian in the local Cotton Pickin' Club. He starred in Transformers, the Ocean's Eleven films and his own Award-winning sitcom The Bernie Mac Show, which is based on his own life as caretaker of his sister's kids.

The 50-year-old comedian, passed away on Saturday morning at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in Chicago, Illinois, a week after being admitted to the medical centre. Bernie Mac's family had expected him to fully recover from the bout of pneumonia that put him in a hospital three weeks ago, his daughter said Sunday. However, Je'niece Childress said that as time passed she and her mother braced for the possibility that he could die.

News of the actor's illness emerged at the start of the month, but his publicist Danica Smith released a number of statements earlier this week playing down reports of Mac's deteriorating health.

At one point, Smith had to dismiss claims Mac had died, and on Thursday she said the actor was "in a stable condition" and was "responding well to treatment". She even predicted he would be released from hospital within weeks.

But the star - who had also been suffering from sarcoidosis, a tissue inflammation disease, since 1983 - died on Saturday after experiencing complications from pneumonia, reports TMZ.com.

In a statement issued hours after his passing, his representative said, "Actor/comedian Bernie Macpassed away this morning from complications due to pneumonia in a Chicago area hospital. No other details are available at this time. We ask that his family's privacy continues to be respected."

Je'niece Childress said Mac, who maintained a home in the south Chicago suburb of Frankfort, was a loving father, husband and grandfather. Childress, 30, is Mac's only child. Her mother, Rhonda McCullough, and Mac were married for 32 years, she said. Childress has a 1-year-old daughter.

"He was a hard man and he made no apologies for that," Childress said. "When it came to me and my mother and my daughter he was the softest."

The bold-talking comic, earned the ire of Sen. Barack Obama last month for using language deemed "inappropriate" during Mac's act at a fundraiser for the Democrat presidential candidate. Mac's brand of comedy caught him some flack after he joked about menopause, sexual infidelity and promiscuity at a July fundraiser for Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama.

Bernie Mac will be remembered as a comedian that refused to change his image for Hollywood and as a mature comedian who is very intelligent, very engaging in his TV, movie and stand-up appearances.

Again, The Bernie Mac cause of death seems to be complications of pneumonia, and at 50, it is sad that we have lost one of our edgy comedians.

08-08-08.......New Beginnings.....

The great divide, the toil has almost ended. Seven days have gone by. She was in the brink of giving in. Giving up. It was too tiring. She grew weary by the day. The sun that shone mercilessly above her did not relent as she worked the land. She almost passed out. She heaved, sighed, and looked up as if her pleading eyes could pull a cloud over the bright sun.

She thought of it no more. She wanted no more. It began with a purpose, with a reason. Now it was hopeless and of no use. Resigning to her humble makeshift shaft was the best she could do for herself and her little ones.

“Gold they said. We would find gold. How could I be so stupid as to believe them? All they wanted was cheap labor,“ she soliloquized.

She sneered and spit in the ground and went on digging. They had travelled far and wide in search for wealth. She was easily lured by the dangling dollars that were cast in her face. They told her she would be so rich that she wouldn’t have to work again. They said it would only take a few hours. But seven days were not a few hours. They were days, many days. Her hunger new no bounds. She had been able to ignore herself and feed the little ones. They did not need to suffer like that. She resolved to make it better for them.

The sun was finally going down in the horizon. She was glad now. She even managed a smile. She knew she was close. But she could only hope. They were told to retire to their homes. But she stayed on. She went on digging. So they left her behind on her own and in the dark. It seemed that nothing could stop her now. The little ones were in bed. She heard them playing no more. She dug on as she hummed an old hymn to herself.

Her arms ached but she did not rest. She worked through the night until dawn. She was down almost eight feet. Beads of sweat dripped from her face. She wiped her brow with mud stained hands. She thought of her little ones. They were alone in the shelter. In the makeshift house. But soon she would be with them. It was almost day break. She dug with more urgency, like a new strength had overcome her.

CLANK! Finally! She dug around the object. It was a stone. A big stone. She took a hoe and broke the stone. There was nothing in one half. She disintegrated the other half and a gleam in her eyes could not express the joy in her heart. She had struck gold.

The people joined her in the hole, the dug around for more. That day, the eighth day, excitement was in the air. For the lady that had worked all night had paved the way for new beginnings.

Young love...............

Young Love is one subject that affects all.
Old and young, big and small.
It comes with indescribable feeling.
Words to explain can reach the ceiling.
Those who have felt it can tell.
For those who haven't, it's a spell.

Young Love dispels all fear.
Any doubt that may be near.
It may blind those who see.
And disarm the powers that be.
It causes one to melt inside.
To wave and move like the ocean's tide.

Young Love is vivacious and alive.
In a hateful world it can thrive.
It may last beyond Cupids arrow.
If pierced in the bone marrow.
It may be a genuine mistake.
Or a feeling that is quite fake.

Young Love do not despair.
Is catching on in the air.
Striking all who come its way.
Embracing those who are at it's bay.
Welcoming the old and the new.
In it's fold are many not few.