Guest Post : Hurricane Ivan


Guest Post: Written By M. H Japal

Ivan is a category 4 Hurricane that had devastated Grenada in the year 2004

Hurricane Ivan the destructive one came to take away my land,

he came Tuesday 7th September,

telling me,

I have to surrender,

I said no Jesus is my saviour and I know he’s going to deliver,

I am sure of that because my prayers are always answered.

Monday the news came around,

Television and radio broadcasted it loud

and I knew that day everyone heard.

Some ignored the warning smiling as they go


I know for sure that will get slow

Carrying on as usual without any fear,

While others with concern started to prepare.

G is for God,



That was their statement when they heard the announcements.

Ha,ha,ha some would have laughed

God love his people that will just pass,

Good people we are,

We Grenadians are blessed

But it did not take long before we were in a mess,

Rain started falling,

Wind blowing,

Trees breaking,

Houses flying,

My God look how the neighbors running,

Screaming as they go,

Whoever thought it would have been so.

He attacked us at 12.49am

A category 3,

With winds at 160.

Came with a vengeance to wipe us out completely,

We fought to stay alive even though the battle was not easy,

It seemed as if it will last forever

And begged,

God! Please let it be over.

A mother and her baby we lost

And don’t forget the gentleman’s heart

That collapsed.

When it was all over,

We had a devastated Grenada,

Everyone’s now uniting as one,

For everything we had,

Was gone!

Coping with shattered dreams,

We all sheltered under blue tapolins.

Ivan thought that wasn’t enough,

So he sent ‘Sister Emily’ to finish us off.

July 14th 2005 she came,

Rushing with all her might,

Well this time we were prepared

And took cover so our lives would be spared,

Now after two disasters I can truly say,

God have been good to us regardless of what came our way.

Something for my mother


When I was informed that I was supposed to do something for my mom within ten seconds I’d experienced two conflicting emotions. For the first five I was super excited but by the time the sixth second rolled in I was panicking. It took me two seconds after that ten to actually pull myself together and figure out exactly what I wanted to do – and I found it.

I was going to sing – but then it dawned on me that this would be difficult not because I couldn’t find the perfect song to fit the occasion but because I can’t sing. No seriously I can’t.

A couple years ago I was sitting in church minding my own business when the song leader approached me. “Nicki” he said. “I want you to sing tonight” I was shocked although he said my name I looked around me to see if there was another person named nicki behind me – they wasn’t. I looked at him – no really looked at him and laughed –I mean this dude can’t be serious  but he was. “I can’t sing” I said. “Oh stop it” he said and walked out. The service proceeded and I knew he wasn’t going to call me – I was wrong because he did. I went up adjusted the mic because I was a bit short and started singing. There were ten words on the first line of the song but by the time I sang the fifth word I had already hit fifteen different notes – I guess he didn’t need to be reminded of my un-singing ability because he never called me again and neither did anyone else.

So on a night like this – mother daughter banquet I cannot subject my mother to such horror now can I?

My second choice was much better than the first I was going to play a musical instrument only I wasn’t good at that either – In fact I possessed no musical qualities whatsoever so who was I kidding.

Eventually after thinking not so hard I had my eureka moment – I was going to write. I’m not that of a fantastic writer but what choice do I have I’m all out of options – I can’t sing – I can’t dance – I can’t play a musical instrument.

Anyhow Neil Gaiman made a speech in 2012 – he said- If you cannot do something pretend that you’re someone that can do it and go do that thing and that’s what I did I pretended to be someone that can write and I wrote a few words for you mom – in fact I wrote that piece about you on the 29th of October 2014… yes I remembered the date because I watched you as I wrote it. I was thinking about you then as I have every day of my life. I’ve never shared these words with you before but I guess it’s appropriate for the hour – don’t you think? You don’t have to like it but I hope you do.

Now that I’m about to read I’ll apply Neil’s words again and pretend to be someone of courage so that I can read what I wrote.

I look at my mother as she lay sleeping on the couch,

Too tired to move the seven feet difference from there to her room,

The steady rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was still in the land of the living,

Something stirred within me,



A crushing blow of reality?

I need to focus,

It demands attention, that feeling.

The room is quiet as I turn off the television,

And stare,

I ran my eyes over her delicate frame,

And found myself assessing the woman that lay before me,

Her once slender body was now rounded in places that would

Make a model frown,

But she didn’t care,

And neither did I,

For that body was what carried me for nine months,

Her hair was matted against her cheek,

Loose tendril covering her pretty face,

And I wondered for a moment if she ever pulled my hair back the way I just  pulled hers,

Of course she did,

I stared at her closed eyes and silently wept,

Inside I dread the day when those eyes would never see again,

When no speech can be uttered,

When that nostril wouldn’t be enough to help her breathe,

When she wouldn’t remember her name,

When she wouldn’t remember me,

I wiped that lone tear on my cheek,

And touched hers,

Willing my mind to engrave her face on my heart,

I wanted my fingers to remember the feel of her skin,

For each second that passed was a second shorter from her life and mine,

How much time do we have left?





I took her hands in mine as she slept,

What once was soft was now rough,

I traced the patterns with my fingers,

Touched every scar, Kissed every bruise,

I squeezed the hands that once comforted me,

And pressed it against my lips,

And at twenty two I desired to curl into her lap

And wrap my arms around her,

To rest my head on her chest,

And listen to her words of wisdom,

To press quick short kisses on her cheeks,

And remind her how much I love her,

Despite our ups and downs,

That wonderful lady will always be my mother,

And I don’t ever want to lose her,

But one day one of us will go,

And I accept that,

But I refuse to leave without letting her know,

That she’s beautiful,

And wonderful,

And special,

And that I’m so proud of her,

And I Love her,

With tears rolling down my cheeks,

I wake her,

And as I wrap my arms around her she smiles,

I listen to the steady beating of her heart and whisper,

I love you Mom, Always have and Always will,

I’m sorry for hurting you but know that I love you.

With tears rolling down the cheeks of the both of us I sighed,

In contentment.

Thinking once again.

I love you mom if you don’t remember anything else,

Remember that I love you.

Is the Selecao Back?


Thursday’s “friendly” was more than just a friendly. It was exciting, thrilling, and energetic. It was the stand on your toes, heart soaring kind of game. Brazil played with such agility & unity that brought many to tears. France was nothing short of entertaining as well despite losing to the Selecao 3-1; their every attempt for an equalizer had throngs of football lovers on edge. The tackles, the dribbles, the fouls, the falls, breaking of defenses and missed goal opportunities all made for an exceptional game.

It seems as if the Selecao is bent on making its many fans forget their thrashing against Germany at the world cup 2015 and proving that they can once again be a forced to be reckoned with.

Maybe it was payback for the 1998 defeat against last night’s host, the determination to once again rise or the magic touch of a new yet old coach “Dunga” that seem to make this team promising, either way, whatever is being done should be continued.

The Selecao is back & better than ever, the attacking was superb and the defense even better.

It was great to see players other than Brazil’s poster boy “Neymar” making their presence felt. It gives the assumption that somewhere along the line Brazil had somehow strengthen its team and will thrive under unforeseen circumstances if one should occur.

Nevertheless one-third of Fc Barcleona’s three headed monster has now scored against five different World Champions & is now 5th on the list of Brazil’s leading goal scorers.

Yesterday’s game solidifies the claim that great things are expected from this new generation of players & coach.

The Selecao has so far maintained their squeaky clean record as the match against France has been Brazil’s 7th & 7th Victory with the conceding of only two goals.

Whether it’s just the mere fact of winning or revenge, Brazil is once again writing its name on the hearts of football fans everywhere.



Success is laced with blood and sweat,

A point when reached begs no regrets,

Sleepless nights & endless days,

decorates our cards with Excellent Grades,

Numbness to the coffee that constantly floods our veins,

We tackle the problems without delays,

It doesn’t matter who bestows the praise,

Our focus will never faze,

To achieve is our mission,

To be the best is our goal,

We don’t settle for less,

We crave more,

forever trudging forward,

upward we go.

It’s been long – I’m sorry


It’s been so long since I’ve written on a virtual blank paper as this.

And to my followers do accept my humblest, deepest & sincerest apology.

I’ve been busy – working, school, writing – the whole works but there’s not a day that went by that I did not

think of you guys. The urge to write something, informative & encouraging to you nearly sent me crazy – it was that strong.

Believe it or not I couldn’t keep away, so I went out of my way to learn time management.

Yes! Yes! you heard right.

Time Management.

I’m not there yet but I’ll get there.

I’m writing here and there’s this stupid grin on my face.

Ever watched batman? Seen the joker?

Well that’s me now.

I think holly wood should hire me.

Don’t you?

I don’t know writing to you guys make me happy!!!

Extremely so – In a moment I’ll break out and do my happy dance.

I’m rambling and I guess I should quit now. right?


I just want to let you guys know that I’m


🙂 It’s good to be here again where my audience is like Family 🙂

Stay safe everyone….

Till death do us part

I’ve waited so long,

Now the time has come,

To say I do,

To the man I love,

As we stand here today,

To say our vows,

I hope my dear you’re not filled with doubts,

When we say I do this will be it,

I don’t expect you to break your promises,

In sickness and health,

Till death do us part,

My love you will always have my heart.