the-absolute-best-posts:


"A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.
A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.
A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.
The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.
In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.
Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?
One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”
-Josh Nonnenmoc

This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog!

the-absolute-best-posts:

"A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that 1,100 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by, and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace, and stopped for a few seconds, and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping, and continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried, but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally, the mother pushed hard, and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money, but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the most talented musicians in the world. He had just played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, on a violin worth $3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste, and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?”

-Josh Nonnenmoc

This post has been featured on a 1000Notes.com blog!

(Source: jewdaus)

(Reblogged from oldwrinkledshoes)

Womanhood - Empath

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I have learned something about my body these past few months, a lot actually, so will share a finding about period cycle.

When I am on my period I tend to absorb more energy around me than when I am not.  It’s like all windows and doors are open and the flood of emotions are pouring down my bloodstream.

I have also come to understand that it’s because I am trying to heal others and the way to do this is by absorbing their energy so as to help ease their pain.

I sure do love being a woman and glad I can understand my body more and what’s trying to say to me.

When I didn’t understand this I struggled to fathom why I got very emotional and reacted when others were around me.

I fought the process because I didn’t understand it so I reacted by being mean and angry for not being in control. Now that I do understand what my body is telling me, I am actually loving the feeling and being grateful that I have the opportunity to help ease others.

My womanhood is something I have now come to celebrate and enjoy day after day because I am a Goddess enriched with so much divine powers and strength to uphold whatever comes my way.  I am enough and I celebrate the amazing gift of womanhood. 

Peace can’t be if we keep looking for something wrong with others.
If you do not believe in God then you do not believe in You because You are God
Nkemakonam Linda
One can not give what one does not have or have no knowledge of. How can you give yourself to another if you do not know who you are?!
Nkemakonam Linda

Letter To My Daughter

I had you when I was a child

I thought it was a brave thing

You chose me to be your mum

You are the bravest of them all

All I can say is Thank You

All I can say is Be Beautiful

All I can say is You are Blessed

All I can say is Remain You

I had you when I was a child

I thought it was a brave thing

You chose me to be your mother

You are the bravest of them all

Days when I crawled home after nights of dancing away my pains and sorrow you never did stop loving me.

Days I even left you home alone to be with “friends” you welcomed me back with no questions asked.

Days when all I want to do is crawl away and cry my hearts out you lend me your shoulders to cry on.

Days when all I want to do is scream in anger and pain you sit in the corner wondering when it will be over.

I had you when I was a child

I thought it was a brave thing

You chose me to be your mother

You are the bravest of them all  

The “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” Society

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I want to say thank you to all that took time out of your day to read and reflect on my writing yesterday. The emails, phone calls, comments and messages have been overwhelming. I have had to share some tears and thank some for trusting me with their deepest and darkest secrets.

I have been on this crusade for more than a year now. The crusade of telling my story to whomever cares to listen and since then I have been the listener of some horrifying stories. The notion that girls and women are the only ones who get abused is a huge mistake. I have head the brutal stories of what the boys and men in our society go through also.

I will not say I have not been asked the question of “what will your family say”. One of my young lovely cousin sent me an email after I posted my blog and it went like this “Sis, your story is touching. You’re indeed a strong woman. But wont mummy be angry if she read it”. All I thought of was the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy. There and then I confirmed that I have opened a can of worm and I was so ready to swim in. I smiled!

The worst part of being abused is reliving it over and over again because you can not say a word about who did what to you. You do not want to ruin your family’s name or ruin your chances of being someone great in the future. Let me digress a little here. The greatest lesson I have learned on this journey I have embarked on is the importance of NOW!. We teach our young ones that they have no say or right. We are taught to do as we are told. When a girl child is abused all they care more about is her future husband. Don’t talk about this or else no one will marry you. For the boy child its even worst. They are told by their peers to be grateful for what have been done to them because they got the opportunity to experience sex and wish they were in his shoes. I have heard worst excuses and tales of why they could not speak out. I am just giving this two examples to show you how trivial we handle these issues.

The mind is a powerful thing. I have had to unlearn most that I have been taught as a child. Now I am not waiting to be asked to tell. I am not doing in because I am angry either. To the contrary, I am in the happiest place and time I could ever imagine. I am telling this story so as to put a face to the issue everyone wants to talk about but do not want to hear of. I have been blessed and I will add lucky. I came out of this and in a recovering path. I personally know a few who have died with their tales of horror. I have a story to tell and my road to recovery to share. You can be whole again. All you need is you! You have to want to heal yourself and its okay ask why?why??why??? You have the right to be angry. You have the right to be sad. You have the right to cry your heart out. Most importantly, You have the right to be HAPPY and BEAUTIFUL!!!!

I will leave you with this extract from one of my writings:

It took me a very long time to come to realization that I was living a life of deceit; not to any other but myself. I tell myself I have dealt with my past and all I was doing was sinking deeper into my despair. I had walls of defenses so thick to drill through. I couldn’t see beyond the pain, anger, hatred and abuse. The best way to explain what I was doing is this. Imagine someone digging a hole and throwing you into it and instead of climbing up to get out, you work harder digging deeper and hoping that it would lead to another opening so you can get out, all because you do not want to face the same entrance that got you into the hole. Thats what I have been doing for this long but I am fortunate that I did not loss my life in the process of digging. I am opportune in this life and the best way to pay back is help others understand that its okay to climb out of that hole no matter how deep they feel they have sunk. All I can do is share my truth and how I came to terms to facing my past. I may not know what you are going through this very moment but the best you can be is YOU!. Its not going to be easy especially if all you have known in life is abuse and being what others or the society wants you to be. Its not been easy for me either but being me has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am learning all over again like a child. Trying to understand what being loved and happy is all about. Understanding that being angry at people trying to help me hurts me and no other. Understanding how to love myself and know that I am deserving.

I am Unbreakable

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I am Unbreakable.

My name is Nkemakonam Linda Guyse (Ijeh) and this is my unbreakable story.

I have been sexually abused since I was a child. I can recall back to when I was 6years old, before then all is a blur. This went on for years and from different people, both males and females. I finally spoke out about one of my second cousin’s abuse, I was 12 years old and he was married and in his late 30s. I lived in the same house with him and I just couldn’t stand it again as I have bottled it all in, so I cried for help. The worst part? My uncle who owned the apartment we both lived in said I needed attention hence the lie. I endured being in the same house with my abuser for another 2 years. When I was raped by 4 guys in my “friend’s” house because I refused to date her senior brother I couldn’t tell anyone about it. I felt my first trial was a failure and all I was good for was to be abused. I felt broken and channelled all my energy into my books were I could get away from the world I have grown to be accustomed to. I became the pregnant 14year old girl and my uncle finally said I could not be at his house because he was catholic and abortion was not a choice. I was not even looking into that option. I knew that my being pregnant was my ticket out of that house which has become my torture chambers. I become a mum to an amazing daughter 22 days after my 15th birthday.

In my family, I was the black sheep. No one understood why I acted up and everyone tried in there own way to discipline me. The canes and punishments of all kind could not get to me. I wanted to be asked the right questions but I was to blame for acting up as I am a “child” and needed to do as I was told. I did not have a voice of my own. I became the abuser of myself, anything to make me feel I was in control and not my abusers. I would numb myself with meaningless relationships, alcohol, cigarettes and nameless friends. Everyone seem to think I was a happy child with the popularity and good grades. All was my way of surviving and masking my pain.

I got married at 26 right after my undergraduate degree and it was a shocker to many. I was not ready for it though but it was an achievement I never thought I could attain so I enjoyed and celebrated it. Years into it I have come to understand that I wasn’t ready for it. The separation in 2011 sent me into a clinically depressed state and I still could not ask for help. I felt I was “strong” enough to handle my own problem. I decided to focus on another achievement, graduate school.

I was 30years old before I finally started dealing with the psychological effect of my broken soul. Now I can stand tall and scream it loud that I am nothing but a survival and not a victim. I never understood how much this affected the way I dealt with my day-to-day life. I am unbreakable and I lend my voice to create awareness of what has become a norm in Nigeria. I will boldly put a face to this silent killer which I believe to be a ticking bomb in our society. Its been a journey and I am glad I can finally see myself in the mirror and genuinely say that I am beautiful. I hope I can help others do same. You are not broken! Its not your fault!  image