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Image courtesy of fotolia.  Loneliness. This word has come to mean so much to me. So much that not even words themselves can explain it. It is a state I am all too familiar with. It captures the very essence of the me that I know. Just the thought of it is enough to bring tears to my eyes and if I think about it a little bit longer, my heart is sure to bleed a million times over, like a raw, deep,throbbing gash to the most sensitive part of the human flesh...It may heal, but for a moment, only to burst open and bleed all over again. This wound, I will continue to open over and over and over and over again if that's what it takes to remind me of the hope that I cling to...the hope in a love that is greater than anything I've seen so far.... Loneliness for me is a pervasive feeling that overrides any other emotion or sensation. Loneliness becomes me. It is who I am...lonely and yet its not as abject as it sounds... It has nothing to do with people in the sense of number

And now I will show you a more excellent Way! This Way is patient... It is kind in deed thought and action It does not envy people or things It does not boast about personal possessions or attributes This way does not hurt people or bruise their self esteem It is not an 'all about me' kinda thing. This way does not breed, promote or entertain evil This way is not programmed for that; and so This way has no tape recorder, video cam, journal or other device for capturing and storing wrong :) This way is safe. It protects, it trusts and hopes for the best. This way has no end... This way is LOVE .

Yes I write it's what I do to ease the turmoil that rages on the inside every second, every minute of every day. Yes I write it's what I do because there is an abundance of words twirling, debating and somersaulting constantly in my head. Yes I write it’s what I do to feign control over this awkward existence where in my mind's eye everybody's story, everybody’s experience is a best seller, a news headline, a box office topper - important. Yes I write it's what I do because the profound for me does not last merely an instant but repeats itself like a non-terminating algebraic expression. Yes I write it's what I do because my thoughts ... these words... are like a flowing river with no clear beginning and no clear end... Copyright ©2001 Danique Williams

How he loved that smile Lived for that smile Needed that smile to make it through. Smitten...that's how he felt the first time she clasped his thumb and smiled with barely opened eyes. Daddy's little girl. What he wouldn't do for that smile. Stand in the rain, sleep outside the toy store to beat the crowd to that special collector's doll. Jump up and down in those silly clown costumes... O how he hurt to see that frown now, broke his heart crushed his spirit, brought helplessness, hopelessness. But he can never and will never be able to protect her from the hurts of this world. Will never be able to make her smile everyday of her life. He whispers a prayer that sometime soon he'll catch a glimpse of a smile from his now lifeless, cold, unresponsive little girl. They wheel the coffin away. He can't look anymore Daddy's little girl is dead because of the one thing Daddy couldn't get her...

I cringe to think of how desensitized we've become to the state of human affairs. People lose their lives tragically, fall like flies around us. We express brief shock and continue our callous and superficial lives; unmoved, unconcerned that a life has been lost, the breath removed permanently from their earthen vessels, returned to the earth to become as one again with the ground upon which we trod. Life goes on... Then I get it! We don't care about death because we don't care about life. We don't care about life because we don't care about God. We don't care about God because we don't know God. We can't know God because we refuse to believe that he loves us. We can't know how much he loves us if we don't believe that he sent Jesus (His only son) to suffer for our sins...and the cycle continues...

"It is hard to keep showing love to someone who never seems to appreciate or even respond to it. It is difficult to show love to those individuals who take from us all we are willing to give, but who never give anything back." "We are not responsible for how others act, only how we act. Our reward does not come from man, but from God. Even when our good deed seems to go unnoticed, God notices and promises to reward us openly for them." "If a person quits and gives up the task God has assigned him/her because no one is noticing, he/she is not serving from a pure heart, but to get love for him/herself. We must realize that love is something we are to become; it is not something we do and then don't do. We cannot turn it on and off, depending on who we want to give it to and how they are treating us." "Unconditional love unselfishly loves selfish people, generously gives to stingy people and continuously blesses unappreciative people."

There are times that I want to and I don’t And in those times I’m happy that I won’t Make Jesus look back and regret that day When he was born in a manger where he lay In filth and dirt in a manger low With mere animals who could not know That he would die upon a cross So we could count our sins all loss So until the day that he returns My heart I’ll surrender until it yearns To fulfill His perfect will on earth; My life’s small tribute to that noble birth

Today I decide to turn a new leaf To put all the mistakes and failures of my life where they belong - in the past. To vow never to revisit the frustrations, the agony and the utter desperation that have plagued my life for so long. Today I decide to enjoy the present To find joy in the simplest and greatest of things To take advantage of all the opportunities to show love and receive love. To not beat up on myself if I should miss these opportunities and go knocking on the past. Today I decide to look bravely and confidently towards the future, believing the best about the unforeseen day. To welcome it with warm and open arms not because I am strong, not because I am Super woman but because of Faith. Faith that reminds me of a loving God who works out all things for my good.

I feel so confused, nothing seems to matter anymore. I have fallen into a pit of resentment, Resent for having to be here, no open door; No means of escape, no means of other opportunities, I have to stay up here and try to qeull my fears Oh the hurt has banked up too much,I cannot hide my tears. As my values go sailing in the air from lack of fervent care, as my emotions are flattened, battered from the wash of the high tide I remain reserved, and silent until I find the one in whom I can confide. Copyright ©2008 DaniqueWilliams

Is that what it feels like to be in your world? I was in your world just today I walked the walk and talked the talk, yet still felt my initial dismay It wasn't as grand as I thought you see. I primped my hair and flipped my hair and still felt way out of place, A waste of money on all the makeup I bought in spree; Mascarras,lipgloss,eyeshadows, grossly changing my face. Now I am home away from the Com College show, I think about what transpired today I think of all the compliments and arched brows and I realize that I was led astray, I was led to believe that your world had it all, 'Glamour', 'popularity' and 'physical beauty'. But I was the same on the inside under that itchy disguise. So now that i'm back home, thoughts of today etched in my mind it just clicked to me,and I just realized... This fabricated world is your world, not mine. Danique Yolanda Williams Copyright ©2008 Danique Yolanda Williams

In the Cubby Hole Little did I know upon first hearing of this avenue that it was a part of an infamous ‘ghetto’. The name sounded so regal, so prestigious, so sophisticated, but it seemed, as far as the outside world was concerned, that it was about as much sophistication as this avenue had. Precariously situated on the outskirts of the Caribbean’s premier University and connected via some back roads to the heart of the ‘real Jungle 12’, I wondered what life would be like here. I remember clearly, the first time I told my co-workers that I would be moving here. They seemed uncertain, but tried to reassure me that the avenue was not as bad as the place with only one entrance…the same as the exit. I was duly cautioned by many, not to walk the streets at night. How was I to cope, a free spirit like me who enjoyed the cool night air walks that have many times cleared and stabilized my mind and emotions? Everybody it seemed was puzzled to why I was moving here. Why I would leave the com

Fram di die mi baan a neba si a gyal lob shuga so. Di fos ting shi tink fi taak bowt wen shi get op a maanin iz shuga. Di laas ting shi tink bowt bi foor shi lie ar ed fi res iz shuga. Wat a stress ina mi lef bres, awl shi taak bowt iz shuga, shuga, shuga. Won lonch taim big krowd draw rown dis gyal Mi swayr se a somn konstroktiv shi a taak bowt Til mi yiir “Sugar can make anything taste good, from Cornmeal porridge,to dumplings to hot cocoa tea…”. Wat a gyal obses. Mi dis his mi tiit an waak aaf. Luk pan dis nais nais gyal duo God Shi no av nutn beta fi taak bowt dan Shuga? Wan die mi disaid se mi ago put a stap to di madnis. Mi maach strayt dong a Shuga yaad fi tel im se waa nais nais brownin no tap ded ova im an a taak bowt im dis an im dat. Puor shuga woz in a stiet a shak caaz fram di die im baan im waz a andikap ongl God mek im neva av aat atak. Aniwie mi pramis im se nex die a waz tekin im tu di skwier We shi eva a draw krowd ana sing pon im niem. Wat a ataklaps

This is an article I wrote for Women's Media Watch fresh out of College.It was around the time of the Bluetooth craze, back in the day when the Razor phone was king amongst cellphones in Jamdung.  Danique Williams, Youth Writer, shares her views. Pornography is defined in the Oxford dictionary as ‘explicit presentation of sexual activity in literature, films, etc, to stimulate erotic rather than aesthetic feelings’. Today, the ‘etcetera’ includes internet downloads and the ever increasing porno video clips readily available through cell phones with blue tooth and related technology. Last year at a major sporting event, a clip of a fourteen year old student performing fellatio (oral sex) on her sixteen year old boyf r iend, was beamed to every phone within range with blue tooth technology. This led to the discovery of a well established child phone pornography industry catering to the sexual whims of teens, adults and paedophiles alike. For just J$30 to J$50

From time to time I get so fed up I have to write the Editor and vent. This one below was inspired by the torturous hours spent waiting in traffic at Mt. Rosser : Solve Mount Rosser Woes published: Monday | January 22, 2007 The EDITOR, Sir: The problem of the Mount Rosser thoroughfare has been around for some time, yet the public is not being informed of any plans to remedy the situation any time soon. Some persons have spent up to three hours sitting in traffic and if you multiply that by the number of days for the year, you will have a daunting picture of how much time has been wasted and how this has affected our productivity. All who have traversed this route are aware that the trucks and the trailers are the source of the problem. So until the 'other route' is found or the 'miracle bridge is finished' I have a proposition. I propose that two trucking stops be implemented; one for vehicles (trucks and trailers) heading to the country and another for vehicles h

When did things become so awkwardly different? We’re not as close as we used to be anymore...I know that time and people change, but we were supposed to remain the same. Or maybe I was the one who changed. The trouble is, I don’t know when, how and why. Remember those days when we would take long strolls in the hot summer sun just because we both enjoyed walking and because the right company was all we needed? Remember those days when we would just sit and reminisce for hours and hours about things past - happy, sad and indifferent? Remember those days I would just leap on your bed with all my might and what you would ALWAYS say? Remember those times when we went days and days without end (it seems) content- on chicken soup. Lol. I remember... Maybe things changed the day I realized you were old. The day I actually realized what getting old represented. That day he died and it clicked that you could be next... and then you started getting so very sick. It’s almost as if I started cu

"The beauty of the human experience lies in the delicate mix of trials and joys and the unique mechanisms that are used to make sense of each in it's stead." ...Anonymous I don't know why really but I have always been interested in people - their quirks, eccentricities and what makes them tweak, what motivates and what discourages them, their fears, inhibitions, hopes and dreams. As far as I see it everyone's journey through life is special and unique. This is just my little way of trying to capture the beauty of the human experience as I have personally experienced it through self, friends, family, acquaintances and virtual strangers. I also hope to show those who are afraid of stepping outside their shell, the benefits to be derived from getting to know different kinds of people.It's also my way of remembering and sharing all the insights I have gained from interacting with some of the most phenomenal people I have had the pleasure of meeting. Who knows,