A lecture from Nobel Peace Prize winner Leymah Gbowee, was held in Dallas, TX at the SMU Campass in the Hughes – Trigg Student Center Theater, on May 23, 2012. She is a very formidable activist, humanitarian, author, and mother.
Ms. Gbowee is the author of her book, Mighty Be Our Powers, an empowering compile of memoirs of her life events in Liberia. Mighty Be Our Powers is co-authored by Carol Mithers, published by Beast Books.
Members from PBS, and ONE Campaign were present at the event, presented by World Affairs Council DFW. Numerous people were at attention to hear such a powerful voice recap the life experiences and the torments she had wakened to daily in Africa.
“Anger is a poison for change” and “If your hungry….walk, If your thirsty walk for it” were the many quotes that she inspired the audience with. She then went on to tell a story of a boy she saw picking on a young lady, here in America. She asked the boy to come over to her and she gave him a talk on how to treat women. The young lady thanked her.
It’s always a pleasure to be a part of the phenomenal works of such strong spirits. The event was an ever important foundation for the youths and a new teaching to the adults here in America. Hero’s, as well as heroin’s, are in all shapes and sizes, no matter what color, rich or poor.
For more on women of Africa please watch Women, War & Peace
Three sisters, ages 92, 94, and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells down the stairs, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?” The 94-year-old yells back, “I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.” She starts up the stairs and pauses. “Was I going up the stairs or down?” The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, “I sure hope I never get that forgetful.” She knocks on wood for good measure. She then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.” Daily Jokes
The Movie Mom
When I was kid growing up in Lewisville, TX I was enveloped in a world I did not understand. My parents had recently divorced, and I was living with my mom. I was 5 years old at the time. She was forced to work two jobs, where I have to admit, gave me and my brother room to get in trouble.
After a decision was made for me and my brother to go move in with my dad, we would not see much of my mom. Already working two jobs, mostly at a country and western bar called Goodluck Rodeo on the weekends, where she was asked on a date by Billy Ray Cyrus one time, it just wasn’t plausible for a second family to share.
My dad’s second wife didn’t have a way of controlling her emotions due to the fact, we weren’t her kids. This caused friction even more when my half-brother was born. My brother and I were mistreated, and our emotions would stand helpless. I would then look to my mom for comfort.
When we did see her, I had a sense of security away from all the drama that unfolded daily at my dad’s house. We would usually go out with a few of my mom’s boyfriends who bullied us a lot of times, and that would usually end their relationship. None of which would have patience to sit through a movie.
So when we would see a movie, I knew it would just be me, my mom and my brother. We had seen every “flick” from 1990 – 1996 , with her, on allowed visitations. Mostly action and comedies, and even “To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar”, were the numerous shows we attended. We had seen the corkiest movies in the 90’s.
The Later Years
When my brother and I were tired of the abuse from our step- mom, we moved back in with our mom. This was once again a heavy burden and I was now building a wall around my emotions. As well as going through a bit of shame with puberty and embarrassment. I began to rebel.
Movies weren’t being seen as much anymore and I wanted to hang out with my friends a lot. Most of the time they would lead me to trouble. I would usually lash out at my mom and cause her a lot of heartache. I was a “hot mess”. I was dating a lot of girls, being a “Rebel Without a Cause”, and I was being out of touch with reason.
It wasn’t until I had a son of my own, did I start to understand the whole purpose of what my Mom was trying to tell me. Already getting in trouble, I had one more bout with my ex-wife, when I lost myself again in resentful thoughts.
- Ass to the Glass (On your last night, inmates grab you and make you moon the guards bare ass on the window)
- Jackie Chan’s (Shoes that kick your feet’s ass)
- God Pod (People that are scared or just want to study God/Theology)
- Kool Aid (a guard who had an unhealthy stomach, eating up all the health insurance)
- Get a Little Act Right (Done)
- Prison Cookie Cake (Cooked without an oven)
- Already (Already tired of the saying)
- Skin That (Like- real talk, keep it 100% )
- Square Business (Square-ware business, but don’t see a square)
- Bowling Alley( Down a long strip. Where all the commissary/chow is, and guys in prison uniforms look like bowling pins)
As usual, I take time to self educate. Maybe I have trust issues, therefore makes me slightly paranoid. I don’t have schizophrenia, or maybe I do. Who the hell knows? I take time to think about things, if I truly care about something, and if I feel it is important enough to write it, it’s dire to share it.
For the weekend of 4/20 I decided to take a break from my Twitter posts and writing. I wrote a story about “Herb the Mover” for the holiday, and not be so much of an interloper, was the need for the hiatus.
The brief time I was away, I also made a few small bucks for a job I can only manage to do 2 or 3 days out of the week. You could make a monkey do the same job. Seriously, it’s hard for me to stay awake it’s so boring. I also have mad ADHD, with a clash of OCD. Yes they clash and disagree regularly.
In moments such as being at the lowest point of a career, my mind is on overdrive. I’m having total out-of-body epiphanies . Putting my soul in the depths of a story. Thinking of the cliché and not wanting to become one. All this while trying to make sense of it all.
The best intentions are the ones you know feel right to you. I constantly yearn for a way to write better. I’m researching the best ways to apply serious life’s quests and taking Mental Notes of them. Just in these last few weeks I encountered a low point and refused to let it deter me. They actually fueled my ambitions to try to understand them. Boy, do I have some stories.