The Journey" Wake Up".

Reality kicked me. The losing of both parents shook my life, they were gone this was a sad reality , and it hurts like Hell.

Now the baton has been passed on to us. I never imagined i would be financing my Parents burial but even now im  still suprised at myself. Oh' well,w we did all the funeral proceedings and we managed to do all the necessary tasks. Now he was gone, reality kicked in he was gone for good. Memories were playing in my head each time i layed my head on the pillow( well i had a strong connection with my Dad and i thank God that i managed to spend time with him). Now here is what kept on bothering me, the dreams nightmares and all the scary , rituals that were done to him, were revealed. Now imagine everyday i would have dreams , well even when he was still alive i would  see stuff about him and the family.  Im trying to move on, like heal and stuff but i kept moving back and forth, it felt like my life was at a standstill.

That really affected my progress, i was drained emotionally and physically. There was no progress at all. I was harbouring anger and disappointment. Tried to focus.

A year later Mom passed on..that was double tragedy on my end,a year later we are in deep sorrow again. I was traumatised couldnt produce any results, i had to take some time off at work( compassionate leave) , i was a mess. While in deep thoughts , mourning i remembered how she would love to motivate me to paint, she would buy me colouring pens and the necessary stationery, oh " how i remember how she smiled when i painted," 

I could hear her voice, whispering " My Daughter Piant, PAINT. 

Painting is my Joy, my source of happiness, i see colours in the midst of darkness, i communicate through Paint. I found my feet through Painting.

With my resurrection( i want to call it that), i believe someone can benefit, someone out there is struggling, she needs help, advice, motivation, she needs support and compassion so im taking this to the World, im not going to sit around and leave people to die in their own pain. It may not be the Painting but it could be advice, sharing the rough experiences we have endured, it could be sharing a cup of coffee and listening to her( them). 

This is just Chapter in my Book and im willing to share to the World, life has given us so many lemons and thank God we made Lemonade", through the Lemons we have stories to share, to nurture us and grow us emotionally and physically. 

Women are Rare Gems, foundations of families, communities, cities, nations. With women we could build and destroy as well, all Women have so much potential. We have been bruised, hurt, rejected, disappointed, We are Survivors. We are the Queens. So with that being sad .... IM STANDING IN THE HILLTOP SHOUTING ALL QUEENS, JEWELS, RARE GEMS, DIAMONDS , WE CAN STILL MAKE IT.WE CAN.