Sunday, August 9, 2015

3 Fantastic Reasons to Stay at Best Western Premier Hotel in Pétion-Ville when Visiting Haiti

Depending on where you are in the world, the Best Western name may just be the average hotel around the corner of which you are neither proud nor ashamed of, or it may just be one of the most luxurious hotels you have heard about countless times, have possibly seeing from a distance and since it’s okay to dream, you’ve probably allowed yourself to believe that one day, just one day you may just spend the night. Here are 3 fantastic reasons to make your dream of spending the night at the Best Western Premier Hotel in Pétion-Ville a reality.
1.    Welcome to the Premier Life – From the moment you walk through the doors, you will be amazed. The lobby, the reception area, the bar, the décor, the artwork will demand not that you glance but that you give them your undivided attention. Did I mention there’s a mini-library in the lobby? Hello book lovers!!! Grab a book a get lost in a story. This is what we live for!!! And guess what? You haven’t even made it to your room yet, where ages ago, the Universe brought together modern comforts and cultural history to have their first blind date. It was a match made in heaven as modern comforts and cultural history fell in love. It was out of this love that your room was created. To write about the pleasures that await you in this place is a great offense to this love. There’s only one way to honor this love. You must experience it.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

A Virtuous Woman

I was talking to a friend, trying to explain to her how I got stared at when I attended a Haitian church. It was my hair, I knew it. No one came to talk to me about it, but every time I ran my fingers through my hair, I could see them eying me closer, waiting on my next move—a dangerous move, I suppose.
Being Haitian, I am well aware of the dos and don’ts of my culture; therefore, I wasn’t surprised that the people at church were keeping an extra eye on me as if I were a satanic being with the power to cast down my darkness upon them at any given moment.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Who says

Who says a woman’s hips are made for grabbing?
Who says a man’s dick is made for sucking?
Who says a woman’s a whore if she sleeps around?
Who says a man who’s a virgin isn’t a man?

Who says a woman’s lonely if she fingers herself?
Who says a man can’t be holy if he loves porn?
Who says a woman’s possessed if she prays for orgasms?
Who says a man of God has never paid for sex?

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Fly little birdie

Fly little birdie
Fly, fly, fly
Open your wings
Jump in the air

Don’t look down
You will get scared
But if you do
Just look back up

The world is yours
Fly with the wind
You don’t have to try
Just open your wings

Thursday, April 3, 2014

It's Brown, Brown, Brown!!!

I'm getting ready to update my blog  and I thought what better way to celebrate the upcoming look than to post my favorite pictures from the photo shoot that inspired the current design I have on my blog and social media websites. Depending on the time you're reading this, my blog may look completely different but the pictures below were taken toward the end of November 2013 by my amazing photographer Smitty Iproduce.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Goodbye is simply another way to say hello

It’s the last day of March and also the last day of the first quarter 2014. There has been many times when I got caught up trying to do things perfectly. I scheduled my days to the fullest as if time was limited. Sometimes I do feel that time is running out. I want everything to work out and I want it to work out NOW. In other words, I want my way and I want it NOW. Well, life doesn’t work that way.

You’d think by being a spiritual person I’d always remember that life doesn’t work on my terms or my conditions—but I don’t. Hello! It’s called being in a human body. After I get tired of driving myself insane, I return to sanity. And instead of looking at how much further I have to go, I choose to look at how far I’ve come.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

She's out there

She’s out there somewhere
Wearing a simple dress or maybe a pair of jeans and a t-shirt
She’s out there wearing a smile that only you can admire
I don’t know if she’s white or black
Or yellow or brown but I know she’s out there

She’s out there with eyes that will melt your heart
And when she laughs, the whole world will disappear
She’s out there waiting for you to take her hand
And when you sense her touch, your heart will skip a beat
She’s out there ready to accept you
And when you feel her love, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

What should I do?

What should I do when I miss you?
Should I pick up the phone and call?
Or simply brush the thought away?
Should I replay the memories of you
Holding my hand
Or should I just leave them in the past?

Is that what we are now, the past?
Or were we ever anything at all?
Should I be missing something that never was?
Or should I be longing for what could have been?

Friday, February 28, 2014

Going back to God

I shed a tear today. Well, in truth I shed two tears thinking about God’s love. Sometimes, I feel like I’ve gone too far. My mind tricks me into believing that this is the mistake that God will not forget about, that this is the thing that I have done so wrong that God will not let go off. And so, I entertain my negative thoughts until they sucked everything out of me, until I feel as if I’m suffocating in my own breath. And suddenly, out of the blue, without even knowing how, I remember that I can always go back to God.

Going back to God—yes I can do that. Why had I waited so long? Why had I trouble myself trying to figure it out when I could have gone back to God? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Oh no! Here goes my brain trying desperately to keep me stuck.

Yes, going back to God. That is the key. Just by doing that, I open the door to peace. And peace is everything.

Monday, February 3, 2014

A Return to Love by Marianne Williamson


It was my very first day on the job. I followed the HR lady quietly as she directed me to my work area.

“You’re very early,” she said with a smile on her face. “Just have a seat. Your supervisor will be here in about half an hour.”

I pulled out the chair in front of my computer and took a sit. I was excited to be here but since this job wasn’t my first choice, I couldn’t help but wonder how things would turn out. I turned on my computer, and opened a drawer to put my purse.  On my left hand side, I notice a large plastic folder. And on the first page, I read a quote that made me realize that I was supposed to have this job: