Month: July 2016
This painting was inspired by a picture I saw not too long ago. I thought it was an amazing sight, therefore I felt inspired to paint something similar.. A mother’s prayer -What a precious gift! Yes, to all the Mothers out there, make it your daily habit to pray for your children. No matter how far they are, or how old they may be; they will always need your prayers.
We all get in a bad mood sometimes, don’t you agree? But why?
As for me, I’m thinking of a good answer to lie about, but I can’t seem to come up with one, so I guess I will have to be honest.
Dawn it! Sometimes I just don’t want to see anybody’s face.PERIOD. Yes, I simply don’t want to be bothered. That’s all! Of course, there are some days when the artistic side of me is dominating. And of course, I know my day will be spent either drawing, painting or writing. And the not even a fly better don’t come near me tehn. Or, I will smatch it into powder. Yes, any “Hi” or “How are you?” will annoy the hell out of me.
But some people just dont’ get it!
Shuut! “If I stay in my room, or I don’t take the time to call you, what…
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My father passed away on the 11th of July. I will forever remember this date.
So, excuse me my friends, but I need a few days off.
“Idovia” was my maternal grandmother’s name, but we called her “Dodo.” I must admit, she was a unique character. One thing for sure, she didn’t bargain with nonsense, and her tongue was as sharp as a two-edged swords. Furthermore, her fearsome stares were like murder attempts, so everyone knew not to piss her off whenever she was having a bad day.
After reading this story, you should pretty much sum up my Grandmother’s character. Enjoy!
“Now, Dodo what is it I heard you cursed the priest during your confession?” She was asked by one of my great uncles.
As she pulled her donkey toward the gigantic mango tree, she did not even bother to turn her head back while she murmured, “Is it your damn business whether I cursed the priest or the angels?”
Her cousin replied, “You think you’re a tough old lady, but one of these days, the…
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My father owned a convenient store in Haïti, a small town, about forty-five minutes from Port-Au-Prince; the Capital of Haïti. During the summer, our family often spent a few days vacationing there, since there was also a house right behind the store. But I recalled one particular weekend, my aunt and I went up there alone, since her mom (Aunt Sawsaw” was the one in charge of the store. I was probably 13, while she was 18 years old.
That Saturday morning, when aunt Sawsaw had to run some errands, she left my aunt and I alone in the store. But, since she knew how much we loved sardine, she gave us a long lecture before she left.
“You see that box of sardine on the shelf up there?”
After we looked up, we said: “Yes Aunt Sawsaw.”
“Now, whenever I come back, if I don’t see it right at…
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