It took me a while as I walked my life here on earth (still walking) to realize what an old saying (proverb) my primary school teacher in Jamaica, Mrs. Bodden, taught me (or rather, what I would hear her repeat from time to time) when I was eight years old meant. ‘All that glitters is not gold”, she would say. Things are not always what they seem, or the attractive external appearance of something is not a reliable indication of its true nature. Even the bible says the arm of man will fail you, you dare not trust your own! I was one, who wanted to see the good in all things and everyone, my perception of life is that there is good in everyone. When I often would see people true colors come out, I was shocked and hurt for long. Hardly able to believe that I was that naive, and that I made the same mistakes over and over again, until I realized, when I became who I am, Obara Meji, that you repeat life lessons until you get the meaning, until you learn. This world has harsh realities, and when they hit, it is what some would call a wake up call, a reality check, and even so, I was/am the person to still believe that good still exist. I refuse to believe, to accept that so many of the world’s inhabitants are so bad. But it is true, most of the world’s inhabitants, are really no good. O ma se o! (such pity)




God had a plan, yes there was a plan for me, although I had no idea what that plan was I felt Gods presence while growing up. I was a lonely child while I grew, In Jamaica I had a few friends, if you could call them that, but I was always comfortable being by myself. While my peers played dolly house, and dandy shandy and base-ball (our Jamaican way), I would go to Miss Martin Shop, next door from where I lived, and buy the star,I am about seven or eight years old by this. Odd I know, but I had always felt grown and was never up for the frivolities of my counterparts. So I would stand in my yard and play with my holla hoop, and my father had painted out a permanent hop scotch for me in the front yard, which I played on my own. Jamaica was fun, I thank God that I chose Jamaica to be the country of my birth, where I would be born when I received a body to come to earth realm and I would do it all over again if I had to. I was a very bright student and I applied myself to my school work. I remember my friend Sofia Spencer, a Jamaican Indian girl, coolie gal as we say in Jam Dung (Jamaica). She had a forceful personality, and I liked that because I did not like weak people, as I was already aware of how dominant and strong I was even at that tender age. She was a little older that me, but we were in the same class because I had always been placed one class ahead because of my excellence in school work. More