Yardie in Exile

So I have finally done it.

After threatening for years, I have left Jamaica.

Mi waan bawl.

I miss mi yard.

I miss my family.

I miss my friends.

I seriously waan bawl. Holla.

I am supposed to be better off for having this experience right?

All things will work toegther for good right?

With not even the comfort of my familiar bed, I see lots of sad lonely times ahead.

Anyway, mi gone.

Just wanted to touch base.

The Thrashing on Life's Floor

There is something that I have been forced to reckon with in the midst of my departure from this land we love- friendship.

How many "friends" will I have to let go from my already limited lot?

As many as I need to.

Where God prunes, he also blooms.

Selah.



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Dont Feel Good

I am feeling heavy. REALLY heavy.

There is just too much going over a short period and all I want is to chill out.

Anyway, I am moving out tonight.

Gotta go sort out myself.

Sigh.

When peace like a river attendeth my way...
Whatever my lot, thou has taught me to say...
It is well
Its is well my soul