Monday, 1 December 2014

December 1st 2014.

May this month be peaceful and give you the chance to enjoy the memories experienced this Christmas season. 


Monday, 24 November 2014

Lung Cancer Awareness Month... My Story

"Oh dear... he is smoking... I should move to the other side of the room."

"Please do not light that cigarette around me."

"I can smell the smoke on you."

These are all very familiar sentences running through people's head whenever there is a smoker nearby. I can relate because this is how I react whenever I smelt the remnants for cigarettes. In fact I use to break people's cigarettes just before they lit it because I thought it was my way of saving people. That was also before I became aware of all the other factors that caused cancer. 

For me cancer is a very personal and serious issue. My father died from lung cancer when I was 23. He was a smoker and though he was aware of the dangers smoking caused, his addiction was stronger than his will to keep himself healthy. When he passed I hated to see anyone smoking around me. Even to this day I look at smokers and I am amazed that they actually light a cigarette and put it to their mouth, inhale that black smoke into their lungs and pretend that everything is going to be alright. 

CANCER had the ability to take lives and hurt alot of people in the process. It is a constant battle for anyone fight cancer and I an always at awe to how brave and faithful these people are. I do prayer and wish them all the best with a good recovery!!

Recently a fellow blogger, Heather Von St. James, asked me to share my support for the Lung Cancer Awareness Month. Therefore, along with my personal loss, I would like this opportunity to bring some awareness to Mesothelioma.
Mesothelioma is caused by asbestos exposureMesothelioma generally results from occupational asbestos exposure, but there are instances of environmental exposure that can also cause the disease. Often times a family member can be affected indirectly by secondhand exposure from an asbestos worker’s soiled work clothes.

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The more aware people are of how these diseases are caused the easier it is for them to take the necessary steps to avoid exposure and/or start early treatment. 

For further information please click on the following links to understand Mesothelioma and the symptoms.

Thank you and remember... please help support the right against cancer.

Friday, 14 November 2014

To love or not to love... that is the question.

This post really moved me. It is raw, honest and something everyone can relate to. Natasja's last paragraph says it all and leave me questioning myself and the path I have taken in life... the decisions I have made and the trust I have placed in others.

"You open yourself wide to another knowing full well that the other may rip out your HEART ….you go into relationships with the full knowledge of the probability of being hurt. And you go in with your defence’s lowered, and your HEART, which has been put together again and again, fully vulnerable."

Thanks for sharing this and I what I think is most important it ... you cannot go through life without experiencing love. It ignites you... it drives you ... sometimes it will even hurt you .... but it is all worth it in the end.

For anyone who is interested ... this is really a good read ...

I choose to LOVE.

How important is love to you?

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Motivational Halloween Badges

Do you like to scare?
Do you like to lurk?
Do you like walking in the night?
What do you like to bite?

When we think of Halloween what usually comes to mind are the scary monster costumes, the creepy crawly insects, to frightful pumpkin heads and the endless flow of candy to eat.

This year I wanted to add a little twist to the famous images we associate Halloween with. This year I got my Primary 3 students to create motivational badges that look something like this.

As much as they enjoyed creating it on the computer, the fun really began when they got to print and add colour to it.

This is a nice activity to do at home or in your classrooms.

I hope you enjoy it.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

A Poem - In Her Days .....

Hello All,

I would like to share a poem I wrote about my grandmother in honor of her life and the struggles she overcame to provide a better life for herself and her family. The decisions she made in her life not only affect her children but every generation that will come afterwards.

I feel very special to have known such a strong and loving woman and she will always have a very special place in my heart.

I hope you enjoy it.

Manuela’s Transition through Life and Time.

In her days, the colour of your skin was more important than language.
In her days, who you married was more important than love.
In her days, children were a requirement or obligation to carry on a bloodline.
In her day… woman was a tool of trade.

The families that lived here were not born here but came.
The families that came here took land and cultivated.
The families that came here sought to gain wealth through agriculture and industry.
She was a part of those families.

Her father was a plantation manager and gain stability through their union.
She became the owner’s son wife and destined to live the life of luxury.
But when her husband died many privileges vanished right before her eyes.
Her children we no longer to be her own.

Heartbroken… lost… not hope in sight.
Everyone turned their back on her… she was all alone.
A mirage was what she was to become as life continued around her.
But she would not bend… she was not a tool.

What they did not expect was her love for her children.
What they did not expect was the fight hidden within.
What they did not expect was the strength she had to move on.
She would not yield to their commands and lose those four that came from her womb.

Train… secretly running away….
Seeking the help of her family.
She sought to save her life and keep her children.
She was determined to be free.

Working in the fields was not a position for her.
Working in the factories was not a position for her.
Working in the lowest occupation was not a position for her.
She was white.

No one would accept her.
Her colour stood out and separated her from the rest.
Her language made her different.
Her struggle was hers to carry alone.

Forced to leave her children with those she thought would love them.
She could only hope they would treat them as their own.
Three were allowed to prepare for the changing world.
One, she learnt was not… how can she protect all?

Where can you go when all they see is colour?
What can you do when the pigmentation of your skin limited you?
How can you survive when you were living below your status?
She was a survivor.

She supervised in the industrial world.
She blended into the domesticated world.
She acquired assistant from people who understood her plight.
She gained… learned… and soon had all four back with her.

Manuela Carreira was not her real name.
The life she led was not what was expected of her.
She defied the colour of her skin and her station in life.
She was not a tool… she was my grandmother.

Now the trains stands still and the plantation fields are gone.
If it was not for her I might not been here, not anyone.
She fought to live her life and be free.
She fought to provide a future for them and for me.

Three generations now live because of her.
I want to be like her.
I will not be a tool.
Powerful, faithful and determined ...