Photo Shoot Goes Off To A Flying Start.....

Photo shoot with Sam: samuelkirby.com for the Love, Lace and Revolution, Say Sum Thing 4 Show at the Playhouse on 15th/16th Feb. Lets just say I had to fly!

Come To Say Sum Thing 4 at Nottingham Playhouse on 15th/16th February for an AMAZING Night of Music, Poetry And Laughs

Design: The Pickyheads 'Art & Design for choosey minds' for choosey minds' aka Honey Renaissance Williams

How I Came To LOVE The Spoken Word

I literally have just come back from an inspirational day in London with the Nottingham Mouthy Poets sponsoring my travel and the workshop costs at the Roundhouse in Camden.

First of all, I was very excited when I found out that the workshop I was attending was at the Roundhouse in Camden as I had heard a lot of AMAZING things happening in the London poetry scene with poets who first attended a workshop there for a sturdy foundation to later form collectives such as the Roundhouse Poets http://www.roundhouse.org.uk/explore/portfolios/poetry-collective led by the highly regarded Polarbear, who runs poetry workshops for the youth. Friends have commended his talents of being able to draw out their best poetry by any means necessary.

There is another collective formed called 'Early Doors' due to the Roundhouse's unique ability to bring young, creative people together. It was this collective I first saw when I decided spoken word poetry was the path every part if me wanted to explore. It was my birthday and I had this burning desire to attend a poetry evening with beautiful poetry and red wine (my two favourite passions). So I started searching and found this one event that looked AMAZING! It was called "Come Rhyme with Me" at Cottons Restaurant/Bar in Angel and not only did it fulfil my current wish list, it also threw in tempting rum cocktails and a plate of Caribbean food to get the night swinging in the 'Rhum Jungle' Bar. I am Caribbean, so having rum and food in the mix made it an easy sale for me!

I attended with the event with my expectations high yet my experiences of spoken word low. I had been writing in fierce secrecy for years but I was insanely curious about spoken word. But, in all honesty attending "Come Rhyme with Me" made me break free from insecurities that were keeping my poetry in prison. Something was put in me that literally changed, possibly, the course of my life. I was in silence, shocked for the majority of the performances. When my friends asked how I was I enjoying it, I could only give a dumb, silent nod as the words were already taken and put beautifully into stanzas already.

Even how I came to Mouthy Poets stemmed from that night, as I met a spoken word artist from Roundhouse Poets there who kept in contact with me and encouraged me to share my work. He chatted to his friend who currently attends Mouthy Poets in Nottingham to get the details on my behalf and continued to encourage me to attend, even though I was terrified at the time, I did it. I am doing it. And I will do it. So, let's see what happens from here.

Have A Bite First.... Intense Pleasure Later

Some of y'all might not know me but I like to keep my business ting tight.

(London slang- I lived there for too long and it corrupted me)

Anyway I LOVE business the same way women love shoes, presents and chocolate. And like those three things:

1. It keeps you on your toes
2. It always gives you surprises
3. And you finally make it... the taste cannot be sweeter

So anyway my day involved having a well deserved day off work to become indulged in a world where creativity and innovation meets facts and figures in the world of business. 

I went to a business course where I absorbed knowledge to feed my vision in life and make my future as bright as fire burning a passionate soul. 

I love business as it creates in me the differentiation of light that splits my personality into a rainbow of skills to create the streamline vision and beauty of a successful business. 

Business is more about development of yourself than the actual business

I met a pastor along the way who asked me to use my business skills acquired over the years to help assist the church. 

Business is also about giving back to the community

I spoke to a woman on my course who lacked a lot of confidence about her own abilities. I had been there at one time and I fulfilled previous frustrations knowing I was able to help this lady by living through the dark times myself and coming out of the other end with a stronger, clear, more powerful vision.

Business is about being the creating something from your womb

I am going to enjoy living through my business from so many angles. So this is it.... I'm flying into skies of opportunity.

Here's the website of the course in Nottingham if anyone is interested at all. 

http://www.nbv.co.uk/#/seminars/4566816021

How Raw Can Love Get?

I am your stalker
I am the piece of bread that gets thrown to the ducks
I am the saliva in your mouth
I am the dirt that gets thrown up from your wheels
I am the bit of mouldy food in the fridge
I am the unmade bed you lie in
I am broken door of your favourite wardrobe
I am the wobbly table at Nandos
I am the uninvited guest
I am the homeless man begging
I am the broken laptop
I am the Big Issue seller
I am the loner in the playground
I am your dirty washing
I am unopened letters
I am liquid on your Macbook Pro
I am a snapped handle to your Louis Vuitton
I am the chewing gum in your mouth
I am a power cut
I am a stolen car
I am throwing up

I am LOVE in its rawest state...

Did I quit my job or did I get sacked????

I just thought I should say...

I had a three month review today and when I found out I was dreading it, like seriously, because I had my notice in my back pocket and because I remember an eager Sacha saying to my boss at the interview, "Yes this would definitely be long term." 

So I sat down and sheepishly at this one on one meeting, was avoiding eye contact in desperate thought. Shuffling. I finally looked at my manager, still raking my brain thinking how do I tell her I am leaving? Do I tell her now or in a couple of days? She will devastated as I am great worker...

My boss looked me straight in the eye and in a deep monotone voice said to me, "It's not working is it?"

I was like, "What?!" 

Started thinking for a second, it's working just fine. The same way when someone takes something away from you and even though you don't ever use it, it's yours so you want it back. Or like when a boy rejects you making you really want him, when before you were trying to get rid.

My ego made me ask in a genuinely shocked voice and a sad trodden face. "Why???"

With beautiful honesty my boss said, "This job is not for you. You really don't enjoy it."

At this point the honesty shook me to a unexpected laugh to my now shocked manager's surprise.

I had to confess. "Your right, I was going to hand in my notice this week."

Now she had to laugh. Did I hand in my notice or did I get sacked? I'm not sure :S

I have always been told that I cannot hide my feelings as people read me too easily like a large alphabet book. Seriously I cannot hide how I feel with a transparency that is scary. So, here I am thinking because I can do my job well, the people around can't see how much I loathe every moment of me being there like sitting a bath tube of cold water.

Well they can. And they did. After my meeting, I told a few work friends about the crazy conversation and they all agreed with my boss. I would work better alone in the things that I actually want to do. I felt is was a massive conspiracy against me working there.... but for my own good!!!

Don't get me wrong this job was one of the best jobs I have had working as a medical secretary for private medical consultants all over the UK, to run their practices. The consultants were lovely. The atmosphere of the workplace was genuinely very pleasant even with the free hot chocolate, tea and coffee on tap making me gain a few pounds in the belly area.

The problem everyone had was my mind was always elsewhere, and it was obvious. It was in my small business online selling nasal spray, where I would rush to the post office to send items off, arriving back late to my lunch most days. Or in future business ventures that I planned to set up, as I would chat to my work colleagues about future ambitions.

So everyday I went to work I felt this "good" job was the only thing keeping me from following my dreams of setting up a successful business and pursuing writing and poetry. This made me loathe every moment and show it to everyone, everyday. Only looking back now can I realise I wore a scowl daily that made people say, "Cheer up Sach, it's not that bad."Catch me on my break and I would be happy-go-lucky cheerful Sacha again. Like a Jekyll and Hyde monster, but at work.

I handed in my notice to leave in two weeks. My manager said I could go in a month or today if I liked (was I that bad?!) LOL but I know my team would have to pick up on my work which wouldn't be at all fair so only two weeks and then I'll be FREEEEE!!!!!!!!

:)

What Women Think They Want? Why Choosing A Man Is Like Buying A Pair Of Shoes...

What Women Think They Want In Order To Commit...

We think we want a man to treat us nicely

We don't want a man to be a pushover

We think we want a guy to be a friend in a relationship

We don't want to sleep with a friend

We want a guy to take care of us

We want to maintain our independence

Just some of the beautiful contradictions of being a woman.

Truth be told it's a bit like shopping we don't really know what we want, so we see a beautiful pair of shoes in the first shop we go to but we can't buy it until we are sure there is nothing out there that is better. So we tire ourselves out looking for the perfect match when when we will just go back and buy the first pair of shoes we saw. Just to prove it to ourselves that we got a good deal.

A guy can be sweet, sensitive, lovely, gentleman like and more... but we don't know if it is enough as we are also looking for passion, wild sex and drama.

And that's alot more to ask for than in a pair of shoes.

We secretly want the feeling of waiting forever for someone to text you, and we want to imagine that every text could be them. And when they don't, I secretly think we like to give them drunken calls and get angry at ourselves when they don't pick up the phone. I'm just saying. Guilty pleasures of at least feeling something.

If the guy phones back and confesses his love for us and asks us to be his forever. Sometimes we don't really want that. So we have returned full circle to the brush off. Saying he too nice, a pushover and we can walk all over him too easily. And we definitely don't want that.

I don't know if men need to fit our thin balancing tight rope of our expectations and sit on the shelf waiting for us to choose them or if we simply need to commit to the first pair of shoes that we love and be surprised how well it fits. Once we are sure of our purchase and they're ours for keeps, how we maintain shoe care is a completely different matter entirely.