In Memory of Dr Maya Angelou

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In memory of the late great Dr Maya Angelou…… a literary tribute and a constant reminder of my constant plight to stay out of the ‘birdcage’ ❤

(The quote in the picture is taken from a speech on Freedom in 1973 by Dr Maya Angelou)

 

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

 

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

 

R.I.P

In Memory of Dr Maya Angelou was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

We HAVE to take care our our ‘Vintage’ generation…

This post comes close to my heart so please do excuse a bit of rambling…

My grandparents are the structure of my life. The perfect combination of their love created the enigma that entertains you now. Pver the past few years, during the care of my late Grandfather who passed in 2008 from Prostate Cancer to the present care of my Nana who has reduced mobility, i could not be more grateful for the outside support provided to them in their time of need. 

In a society where the Elderly are often viewed as a burden i am finding it hard to stomach the horror stories and lack of government and public support towards them. This post was inspired by an article posted on the my local council Website, detailing briefly the plight of 2 elderly men having to face care cuts and how they feel about the way they are being treated.

I will post a link to the article but i can imagine everyone in the world has a connection to these kinds of stories, if not directly affected.

Especially as a young woman, it is very easy to think my generation will never get old and that we will never need anyone to look after us. I feel society is making the generation gap even bigger by scaring old and young people further away from each other. 

Of course, the are scum of the earth who will prey on the elderly to commit crimes but for the rest of the population it is hard to understand how Vintage people cope with everyday life especially when they are not supported.

Many cultures around the world live in the same house as their elders or nearby so they are integrated into the family however for various reasons, this is not the case for everyone.

Many elderly people are moved into care homes or simply abandoned by their families due to the amount of care they need. It is inevitable that the time and financial cost will rise as we age however this is no reason for the treatment they receive today.

Many are sent bills and letters yetthey have limited sight, some are veterans of past wars and want to feel independent yet the do not have access to the outside world. Some crave interaction and recognition yet health reasons have caused them to retreat into themselves. 

Brought to light most recently is an incessant need to hold onto old memories which create dangerous living conditions also known as Hoarding. 

and unfortunately they are only found once it’s too late, showing they lack of regard for their lives.

Not every vintage person is the same but i think we as a society need to respect them and at least let them know somebody is watching out for their well-being.

Our failing economy will never be adequate for the ever growing population so we need to start relying on each other instead of waiting for ‘things to get better’.

Apologies if this is not what you expected as a blog post but….. on the other hand i really don’t.

If we are lucky enough to get old, it will make sense one day……

Here is the article

http://www.kilburntimes.co.uk/news/pensioners_in_brent_being_let_down_by_services_1_3058179 

This is my opinion and should not be attached to the people or companies mentioned whatsoever.

Thank you.

 

We HAVE to take care of our ‘Vintage’ generation…

This post comes close to my heart so please do excuse a bit of rambling…

My grandparents are the structure of my life. The perfect combination of their love created the enigma that entertains you now. Over the past few years, during the care of my late Grandfather who passed in 2008 from Prostate Cancer to the present care of my Nana who has reduced mobility, i could not be more grateful for the outside support provided to them in their time of need.

In a society where the Elderly are often viewed as a burden i am finding it hard to stomach the horror stories and lack of government and public support towards them. This post was inspired by an article posted on the my local council Website, detailing briefly the plight of 2 elderly men having to face care cuts and how they feel about the way they are being treated.

I will post a link to the article but i can imagine everyone in the world has a connection to these kinds of stories, if not directly affected.

Especially as a young woman, it is very easy to think my generation will never get old and that we will never need anyone to look after us. I feel society is making the generation gap even bigger by scaring old and young people further away from each other.

Of course, the are scum of the earth who will prey on the elderly to commit crimes but for the rest of the population it is hard to understand how Vintage people cope with everyday life especially when they are not supported.

Many cultures around the world live in the same house as their elders or nearby so they are integrated into the family however for various reasons, this is not the case for everyone.

Many elderly people are moved into care homes or simply abandoned by their families due to the amount of care they need. It is inevitable that the time and financial cost will rise as we age however this is no reason for the treatment they receive today.

Many are sent bills and letters yet they have limited sight, some are veterans of past wars and want to feel independent yet the do not have access to the outside world. Some crave interaction and recognition yet health reasons have caused them to retreat into themselves.

Brought to light most recently is an incessant need to hold onto old memories which create dangerous living conditions also known as Hoarding.

and unfortunately they are only found once it’s too late, showing they lack of regard for their lives.

Not every vintage person is the same but i think we as a society need to respect them and at least let them know somebody is watching out for their well-being.

Our failing economy will never be adequate for the ever growing population so we need to start relying on each other instead of waiting for ‘things to get better’.

Apologies if this is not what you expected as a blog post but….. on the other hand i really don’t.

If we are lucky enough to get old, it will make sense one day……

 

 

We HAVE to take care of our ‘Vintage’ generation… was originally published on The Many Words Of Aic3la

Torture memoirs of a potato….

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Deep underground a potato was slowly reaching its full maturation, nearly ready to face the world.

As he thought of the wonders of beyond the norm, he head a faint whimper through the soil.

It startled him as he knew wiggly had gone away and wasn’t due back for a few days.

Then as the voice grew louder he recognizes the now multiplying groans…. It was those who had passed over.

Photosynthesis had warned him about life in the light but he never imagined he would get a pre-warning!

The first voice spoke of how it was thrown directly into a sack full of other potatoes, dirty and lost they were taken to a very loud place where people shouted your worth and then based on your weight, you were then sold.
He was lucky though, his buyer left it too late and threw him into the compost heap when he began to sprout.

Another told of her crash to humbleness as he was plucked with the utmost respect and care, shined and polished and placed in a bag with the best of the best only to then be slashed and thrown into a pot of hot water to scold.

A voice shouted from a short distance “They did that to me too but it didn’t end there! When my flesh was soft, they peeled away my skin and pounded me while throwing milk onto me. It was horrible.

All of a sudden a mature voice bellowed amongst the group “Well, i think i could have been treated the best of all, i was taken out when i was small and like others i was kept with other small potatoes. They chucked us into a pot of hot water, only to cut us into pieces and put us on show with other vegetables. I think i saw that lettuce we were sold with before we were born there as well.

A comforting voice came from the earth talking of tales from her past. She was taken raw from the ground and without warning stripped dirt and grime, slashed deeply and put into a black box of heat. She told us she gave up after 2 hours of heat torture and doesn’t remember what happened next but she believes the lingering smell beans and cheese has something to do with what happened to her.

A shriek startled everyone as a tormented voice whimper uncontrollably, with a strong french accent…..

“I don’t think any of you know torture like me, I was treated like all of you at some point in my life, boiled,peeled, slashed, sliced and my last piece of dignity was taken when my pieces were thrown into a vat of hot oil.”

“Browned to perfection i was then sold for £1.19.”

Everyone recoiled as they realized their stories had sent the new potato into a fear frenzy.

A diseased shout from beneath said ” Quickly, if you keep maturing like i did, they will leave you here and you will never know pain.”

In an instant the perfect potato began to summon maturity in a bid to try and save itself, deep in a trance he did his very best to think positive thought and stay strong.

Just as he felt his first black spot of freedom forming, he was plucked violently from the earth.

It was too late…..