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Trust me if anyone was to write on this subject it would definitely be me. I was born into an apostolic Pentecostal church where jeweries, make up, dancing and certain hair do are forbidden. Childhood was a mixture of both pleasant and ugly experiences.    First, I was abused sexually by a relative in my parent's house. He exploited my innocence and naivety. Once my mom caught him abusing Me. She beat him up severely. I don't know if she forgot about the whole incidence when she asks if I was a virgin. "How?...I was abused, you know that. Don't you?" That's the reply that comes to my mind but barely is uttered for fear of judgment, making her sad. So I'll just reply "yes". I grew up in a poor family. Most of the needs were provided by my mother who earned much more higher than my dad. My immediate younger brother was sick and never taken to the hospital because of our doctrine. My ears were unpierced and I felt like the odd person in the crowd in...

Sometimes I cry myself to sleep when I remember that there's nothing I can do to change these situations. It's the worst feeling.

As I walk past these days May they remain past As I look forward May the future bears no resemblance With the past days As I grow with lack and scarcity May the days ahead be filled with plenty I've cried many bitter tears May I not know their taste again And if I must shed a tear May it spring from joy I've tasted the fruit of lies and dishonesty May its tree be withered from the roots I've seen fragility shatter to the force of evil May these shattered pieces color the days ahead I've been exposed to the scourge of the sun at a tender age Though my faces are patched with sunburns I still radiate this beautiful smile. And Lord, I'm grateful for your goodness May it flow throughout my fears. 04-02-2020 5:50pm (C) Tamara Dame's blog

Behind Is where we were hurt and deceived For a home  We had a weaved cast of lies Our bed was made of tears We tried to laugh  A laughter of lies The lies we told ourselves Hahaha hahaha "We're fine". Behind We held religion as a staff Our eyes blinded by lies We groaned in pain For we were wretched in wealth We took walks To take our minds off our pain We shopped for happiness But happiness was not for sale. Behind Is where we put the sadness  Bitterness, anger and hate.                                   (C) Tamara dame blog                                  30th December 2019.

You wandered far from home Listened to the stranger's voice Telling everyone who cared How you are better alone The crown I placed on your head Remember how I bought it ? I laboured under the weight of a log My back bare and sore Oh the spiteful glare on everyone's face as I go to labour for you I wooed you with my love Though you never considered The long walks I took to meet you From the Rosy alley down to the brink of the desert Too persuaded to be discouraged by the sun's scourge. I had you, I remember You said yes and we embraced. Because you lived by the brink of the desert I searched for a place for you along the Rosy alley close to the fountain. You blossomed to become the fairest You were the beautiful pearl I hung on my neck for all to see. Till you heard that there was an oasis in the desert And how your friends there blossomed. So you turned to the desert From the rosy alley you took a  step at a time. A peep turned into a feasting gaze ...

Hey! Its been a while right

sometimes life throw challenges at us that leave us feeling inadequate. let us be rest assured that such times will pass and we will come forth stronger, wiser, and better than we were. Challenges are not to scare us but to expose our raw, unpolished sides bringing them subject to polishing to make the better situation out of it. Remember how you dreaded walking when you were a baby....that was a challenge.  What about now? you run so fast that you run past slow moving vehicle. What about doing your sums? but now you even help people with their sum. Life becomes beautiful when we take our eyes off our storms and weather through it, taking every "IM" from our impossibilities and replacing our fear with faith. Remember our sufficiency comes from Christ. 1 Cor3:5. I believe strongly that you can be better...take your eyes away from past failure but fix them on God..