365 Suns & Moons

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Going on a year and I’m still hopeful you’ll leave Her.

I am your beloved, and you are my beloved.

We’ve sat across from one another at Markham Station, most times inside your truck…

Reaching over to touch hands… caressing each other’s thumbs with tenderness.

Touching;

Touching always sends a surge of electricity through me.

We joke and laugh, we talk, and sometimes I just sit in pure adoration.

I know every inch of your face and you know every inch of mine.

I order your food, (honey wings with onion rings, and I won’t forget the juice) and you make my favourites, (peanut punch when I’m menstruating and sorrel all year round)

We sit, together in our love, and I value every second.

Occasionally I call you and you can’t answer.

Sometimes a bit too long till I get a reply… “text me babe”

A constant reminder of the distress I so often hide from you when we’re together.

My heart is a mess.

Sometimes I say nothing while you drive me home to hide my tears.

You would think after almost a year of dating a married man, I would be used to this.

But it still stings just as much as the first time you asked me what you’re supposed to say when I call and you’re in bed next to Her.

In truth, this does not happen often.

Maybe that makes it worse?

I’ll never know for sure…

I suppose the fault is mine.

If I had never let things progress, I wouldn’t feel the hurt tugging on my heart when we need to disguise our relationship

Or feel the jealousy when you go home to you wife; as you always do

So why did I do it?

Why does anyone do it?

Some women do it for the perk of freedom or the absence of committed responsibility.

Some modern women are overly secure,

They feel they only need a man for one thing

Some are too independent to be willing to compromise their life for a relationship.

Some woman feel like by being with a married man there would be no awkward morning-afters,

No constant phone calls or texts so that they can have all the space they want

No complaints from his end; an easy, no obligations, stress-free relationship.

But not this woman…

This woman never saw herself with, nor wanted to be with a married man.

This woman just fell in love against her better judgement.

What started out as a simple, no-strings-attached relationship

(Or at least the illusion of one)

Evolved into much more…

You can never have your cake and eat it too.

Maybe it was the jolt of electricity we both felt the first time we kissed

Maybe it was our mutual understanding of the other’s troubles

Either way, we grew to rely on one another.

We became each other’s go-to when one of us needed support.

And our casual friendship-with-benefits morphed into a caring, loving relationship.

I can sometimes see the adoration dancing in your eyes when you look at me

Just as I know you can see the sparkle in mine.

We know each other inside and out

Our lives so intertwined they are becoming hard to tell apart.

I suppose I didn’t thoroughly think out the cons of this type of relationship.

I thought I had it all figured out.

I didn’t expect to grow to need you.

I didn’t expect to miss you when we weren’t together

I didn’t expect to become so attached to your son

I definitely didn’t expect to fall in love

…or for you to fall in love with me.

Something so simple ended up becoming a stress

We have to keep us on the low

Our time together is limited

Constantly cut short because you have to go home to Her.

I am understanding, empathetic, jealous, angry, and crazy in love all at the same time

At times, so hurt I cry.

I hate being second in line, yet I am.

You tell me, “now is just a bad time”

“you can’t leave right now”

or “you won’t let me pressure you into doing evil/hurting someone else”

…but what about me?

We’ve spoke about having beautiful babies together

Living a happy life together

Feeling like together we can change the world.

Power Couple.

A part of me believes in one day….

Another part of me is screaming, “You know better!”

Yet still I stay…

We have such an intense connection

I’m almost convinced living without you is worse than enduring the agony of sharing “my man”.

Like most everything else in my life,

Our relationship is punctuated by song lyrics I feel relate to our situation/relationship.

Demarco, “Drunk Love”:

She seh she love mi and she want a fambily/She seh she want a BabyGirl, she want a bang belly/Seh she kno mi ago really mind mi yute ah nuh Eli/Seh she ah good woman and da line deh nuh use up already/Seh she nah gimmi no jacket cuz da suit deh nuh ready

Popcaan, “Waiting So Long”:

Mi know you want me/Mi want you and we don’t sorry/Make mi put the ring pon your finger/Take your clothes off, give you a cute baby/ Girl, I been waiting so long, so long fi your sexy body/I know some time in the future, pretty sooner you ago call mi your baby daddy

Aidonia, “Pretty Please”:

The first time me and you fuk/Fall in love wid yo punanny baby/Yo tight pussy grip mi/You have mi gyal but you have mi a way/Same night me and you deh in a the studio, Yo tell mi yuh nah gimmi none/Mi seh pretty please me waan some/From the fuss time wi fuk mi love yuh

Junior Tucker, “Love of a Lifetime”:

That’s why I’m saying Ooooo/Never knew it woulda felt like this/And now we’ve gotten way past a kiss/I think I found the love of lifetime

Romaine Virgo, “Soul Provider”:

Talkin bout forever baby, talk about us/I give you my word, stick to my guns/Believe me when I say it baby, it’s just begun/You don’t understand, oh girl/The full intent of my plan/Baby I wanna be, your soul provider/And baby I wanna stay that way, for the longest time

Not to mention the vast array of songs that remind me of you that make me smile.

Party, Controlla, Tom Cruise, Thinking Out Loud…

Listening to them sometimes makes me feel better

Sometimes they reassure me that someone else has gone through the same thing

Yet, even thru the music, I can feel things slowly starting to fall apart.

I sometimes think about your life with Her.

What are they doing?

Where are they going?

Are you having more fun with Her than with me?

Does She love you as much as I do?

Is She there for you like I am?

Does She always have you on Her mind like I do?

Does She care for your Son the way I know I would?

Our love for each other has stayed strong

…but the relationship feels like it might collapse.

I know what I should to do, as much as I try to ignore it.

I’ve tried before and my heart broke each time.

“It’s not the same”

“I don’t think I can just take you out of my life”

“babe just give me time…”

We would speak sparingly for a few days

but in the silence, my world would feel like it was ending.

My friends and family were stuck not knowing what was going on; all they knew was my seemingly unnecessary melancholy.

I trudged back and forth to work and went on with my daily routine,

itching to call you.

Concurrently wishing you would never call me again and wishing that you would call me

Heart skipping a beat when your number incessantly shows up on my phone screen

Eventually and always caving in…

That day in the red dress

The 1st time I followed you to Chester

Once in October 2015

Once in November 2015

Once in December 2015

After that I realized I should stop trying

Because I will always cave in.

So I decided to go with the flow.

I committed myself to a committed man

And everything that came along with it

After all, I am his dream girl

I know he wants me in his life

I know he knows that I love him

I know that he loves me

He said so…

You said so.

My heart longs for “us”

I want to fully believe in you

My brain won’t let me

.

I sit by, clinging to hope

Sometimes feeling like a Wednesday and Sunday girlfriend.

For those few hours a week while you’re working you’re

mine.

The sun and moon have risen and fallen more than 365 times

And though I am not alone

I am still alone

I refuse to remain alone.

Yet somehow, perhaps naively

My hope does not wane.

Hopefully not in vain

In a turn of events I’ve decided to put an end to this pain

and maybe in another lifetime, if you’re free

I’ll see you again.

Inspired by Alex Alexander’s “Love Story”, a Your Tango Blogger

– Knibblettes

Beautiful Soul

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Yesterday a beautiful soul would have celebrated her birthday.
That beautiful soul unbeknownst at the time single handedly created a better life for several generations to come.
That beautiful soul was a God fearing woman and was a devout Seventh Day Adventist Christian.
That beautiful soul is the reason for my faith and the reason why I will always walk with and trust in the Lord.
That beautiful soul still walks with me spiritually, but is missed physically.
That beautiful soul used to wipe my tears, pinched me when I misbehaved, always shared half of her ginger mint during church, sang louder and one octave higher than everyone else, gave the best hugs, encompassed the most wisdom and saw things within me that I couldn’t.
That beautiful soul had an equally beautiful outlook on life and nothing or no one could break her stride.
That beautiful soul had zest and a lust for life and was a lover of all people; even to those who did her wrong.
That beautiful soul was a captivating beauty both inside and out.
That beautiful soul was a Sister, an Aunty, Great Aunt, a Mother, a Grandmother and a Great Grandmother.
That beautiful soul was my best friend.
That beautiful soul has found her salvation in a far better world.
My prayer is that my soul can one day be as beautiful as hers and that one day our equally beautiful souls may reconnect and rejoice at the ultimate reunion; HIS second coming.
Happy Birthday day beautiful soul; may our souls one day meet again
 I Love You Grandma
Happy Birthday
Glory Be To Gloria
My Beautiful Soul

RIP to the late Edelta “Gloria” B. Smith.

You are loved and missed

Forever Grandma’s Girl

– Knibblettes

Racial Profiling??? I think not…

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A Dose of Fousey…

Just so we’re clear… this Vlogger, Dose Of Fousey called this racial profiling. How??? Lol! I get that he may have felt that he was wrongfully pulled over but let’s be honest… how is the officer supposed to know that he was even within the 3 month time frame to get the proper plates without pulling him over first?? Why was he driving with an expired driver’s licence??? If this was a Black man it would have gone down TOTALLY different.

#1. Fousey would not have been able to tape this entire occurrence #2. Throughout the video he continually threw verbal jabs and smart remarks at the police officer even AFTER he did him the COURTESY of waiting for his friend to come drive his car home for him instead of just impounding it. #3. NO police officer has to wait THIRTY MINUTES to TWO HOURS for a friend to show up when your licence is expired so not to have your car impounded.

If this were truly an example of REAL racial profiling, subsequent to Fousey being pulled over he would have been told to turn off his camera. If he refused, he may have been arrested or shot. Upon his snide remarks to the police officer, he may have been arrested or shot. Upon exiting his vehicle, he may have been arrested or shot, OR cuffed and made to wait inside of the police car. And lastly, that “brand new car” would have been what? IMPOUNDED!

This is NOT an example of racial profiling. THIS, is an example of what happens when you’re pulled over for driving without plates, having an expired driver’s license, acting like a douche-bag and getting away with it all whilst not having your car impounded.

I absolutely loved his video with the rape victim alongside a few other videos I peeped; but this is an abomination and a mockery of a real serious issue for some. THIS IS NOT A VIDEO ON RACIAL PROFILING!!! There are people who seriously struggle with this and have even lost their lives as a result. Sandra Bland, Mike Brown, Eric Garner, and even Muslim teen Ahmed Mohamed are REAL examples of racial profiling; not this.

Personally, I’ve had a Dose of Fousey and I’m sorry to say but Fousey clearly is not FDA approved. I was left puzzled by Fousey’s vlog this time, and I do not agree. He expresses in the start of the video that he allegedly learned a lesson; let’s hope so.

***You may Fast-forward past Fousey’s useless blabber in order to get to the actual police confrontation at five minute, and thirteen seconds into the video, (5:13).***

Keisha N. Knibbs

Love

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Love; both a verb and a noun

It can hurt more than anything

You may give it, yet it may not be reciprocated

You may share it, but not get any in return

You may live by it, but those you love may not

To live and to love should be the only to laws of this world

Those two words alone trump any law ever written

If you live and love there would be no murders, hate crimes, racism, discrimination etc.

Living and loving is what the world lacks most today

Harmony, collaboration, community are words we seldom use in our daily vocabulary

Am I the only one left who feels this way?

If people were just living to love, the world would be such a better place. Things like hurt, pain and poverty would be eradicated.

Love; both a verb or a noun

In 2015 it seems that we have taken on the word solely as noun as a substitute to applying it to our actions

A PSA to any of my readers who are living and loving; don’t stop.

Keep going despite the naysayers, the haters, the wolves in sheep clothing, the seemingly new age norm.

Live and love like never before.

Live and love despite the screw faces, the doubters and those you thought were for you whom aren’t. Continue to LIVE and love them anyway.

Love; more of a noun and less of a verb?

Y’all tell me…

Keisha N. Knibbs

Amandlha Stenberg, Kylie Jenner and Cultural Appropriation

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A short time ago, there had been quite the buzz surrounding actress Amandla Stenberg’s comments on appropriation in the African-American community. Amandla has posted videos, blogs and has openly tweeted her sentiments on the topic.

Most recently, a comment direct towards Kylie Jenner over Twitter about her cornrowed mane generated some controversy, backlash and some strong opinions from patrons all over the globe.

So what exactly is appropriation? The definition that Google provides states that appropriation is, “the action of taking something for one’s own use, typically without the owner’s permission”. On the other hand, Stenberg provides a much more culture specific definition in stating that, “Appropriation occurs when a style leads to racist generalizations or stereotypes where it originated but is deemed as high-fashion, cool or funny when the privileged take it for themselves”. Being of African descent, I happened to concur with Amandla and think that she is absolutely correct in her statement.

Now, let’s stick to what fuelled this feud and examine cornrows and the average African-American professional black man. It’s irrefutable that the professional black man is scrutinized and stereotyped when they have cornrows. Also, to this day dreadlocks are considered “unclean/unkempt”.

For instance, my cousin Sharon – who wears dreadlocks – was hired to teach English in Japan and in the email they had composed to her informing her of her successful candidacy they somehow felt it necessary to convey that she make sure that she keeps her hair neatly groomed and clean. I found their comments to her distasteful, demeaning and damn near prehistoric.

Furthermore, appropriation is perceived everywhere, and every day, since almost the beginning of time. White people tan, get butt and lip injections etc. features that we are born with as black people, as Amandla pointed out. Yet our people, (Jamaicans and especially the African community) bleach our skin.

The way white people have been attempting to emulate Black features through artificial enhancement, they should be the ones sending out the message to the masses that Black is beautiful.  After all, they do these things in order to become more beautiful, no?  So if it’s beautiful on them, why can’t dark like midnight skin and full like the moon lips n’ hips be beautiful on a person of colour? How it is that society praises our culture when appropriated by Caucasians but not when it’s done by the originators?

Whites used to put black woman on display because our curves were considered an oddity or even an eccentricity if you will. Nowadays everyone wants booty and will stop at nothing to get it. Ignorant as it may sound: We are NOT the minority when/if we ever figure that out we are unstoppable. In my opinion that is.

On to Ms. Jenner’s new coif: I think that it’s just a hairstyle. Not only black woman braid their hair. White people have done the “French Braid” in their hair for ages. I don’t think Kylie meant any harm by it, and I think that Amandla and her fans should give Kylie a break. Let the girl live! Not taking away from the plethora of valiant points that Amandla has made on appropriation, (I also watched her video last month on Facebook before this Kylie feud) but I think Amandla took it too far and is lashing out on Kylie.

It is very apparent that Amandla seems to feel very strongly about her opinions surrounding cultural appropriation, and by putting a face/person to her antagonism and distain took things too far. Being able to directly address someone about how she has been feeling on the topic, Stenberg got a little carried away.

There’s a fine line between discrimination and hypocrisy and in my opinion by going after Kylie for her cornrows Amandla surpassed the very line she was trying so hard to define.

Team Kylie on this one, rock them braids gurl!

Keisha N. Knibbs

Ecstasy

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Ecstasy’s establishment…

Hearts racing, fingers tracing

Unseen body parts as clothes depart

Wandering eyes, parting thighs

Black berries, sweet cherry

Lips touching, hands searching

Body yearning, crescendo climbing

Body Shivers, climatic quivers

Overwhelming emotion, moving in slow motion

Cold sweat, hot flesh

Deep breaths, bodies wet

Intertwined, lustful minds

Endorphins released, rise of internal heat

Waterfalls from internal walls

Supremacy of intimacy

Legs trembling, composure disassembling

Succumbing to orgasms and body spasms

Heart rates slow, kisses bestowed

Arms wrapped around, listening to the sound

Of our rhythmic breathing as we lay sleeping

Ecstasy’s end…

…for now.

Knibblettes

My Heart & Soul

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Today my baby sister turned 21!

It’s kind of surreal to see this once little person grow, mature, and blossom into an intelligent, beautiful, young woman right before my eyes. We may have our differences but make no qualms about it, and make it be known to the world that I love my sister.

I hope that my mini Picasso, pseudo virtuoso enjoyed her 21st Birthday today as much as I enjoyed spending it with her.

Just as the song goes: “that little kiss you stole, held onto my heart and soul”.
Her first drool kiss that is, followed by a drooly toothless smile. That among other things over the years, have stuck to my heart and soul.

The first time she was able to say my name, the first time she said: “I wuv you”, the first song I taught her how to play on the piano and today, her Twenty First Birthday.

So today I thanked God that I have been blessed to have had my sister for 21 years and my prayer is always that He sustains her for infinite years are to come.

“Heart and soul, I fell in love with you. Heart and soul, the way a fool would do. You are my heart and soul.”

21 Years Ago Today…

Me: “Can I have a sister? Please?? Mommy?? Daddy?? Can I??” As though sisters can be bought from a store in the mall like the latest Mattel Barbie Doll or like a ripe piece of fruit off a tree ready to fall.

Mom: “I’m pregnant Keisha; you’re going to be a big sister.”

Me: “Omg! I can’t wait! Is it a girl? Will I have a sister? I’m dying to know. I need to know!”

I ran around apt 1202 at 5580 Sheppard Avenue East, my faith in prayer had just increased! Screaming, jumping and shouting for joy as though I’d won the lotto or got a new toy.

Mom: “We’ll have to wait nine months before we know Keish.”

“Me: I can’t wait that long, what if it’s not a girl? Do we have to wait nine months? I want a little sister so bad! I need a little sister! This is what I’ve been asking for!”

*** Nine months later ***

Tick, toc! Tic, toc! Tic, Toc! I just can’t stand the monotony of this clock.

Waiting outside the tightly shut operation room door, eyes fused to the clock I was beginning to abhor.  They forbade me from to entering the room – running out of patience – I just wanted you out of the womb.

I wanted in so bad because I still required the answer to the burning question that I had.

Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies consumed me!

Anticipating the answer to my nine month question: Which one will it be?

Boy or a girl…

The shut door opened…

Rejoicing, gleeful, ecstatic, and overjoyed!  Delighted, jovial, lucky, and in an instant my tears were deployed.

No words to describe the feelings I felt when I heard the words, “It’s a girl”. I was so eager to give this big sister thing a whirl.

I was so happy I couldn’t contain myself; it was as though I’d seen Santa and one of his Elves.

Then I saw you: light brown, almond eyes, itty bitty hands, tiny nose, cute as ever and perfect lil toes. The wait was well worth it, and it was about time! At that moment it sunk in; you’re really all mine!!

I couldn’t wait to play dollies, have tea parties and bake. To mentor you, hug you and kiss you when you ache.

Be there for you every single step of the way; but for some reason as of late I feel like you’ve gone astray.

I know we all have our own plight as individuals in this mucky old world but I also know that you’re very smart and born an intelligent girl.

So whatever it is that you’re going through, please always remember that I prayed for, wished for and will always unconditionally love you.

Happy 21st Birthday Kiana! God bless you and keep you that your days be long on this earth and I thank Him every single day that on July 28th 1994 mommy gave birth; to you.

My baby sister.

– Keish

Reset

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Good night World Wide Web!It’s been a while since I put a pen to paper; or rather fingers to an iPad. I allowed life to consume me and as a result my passion was left to slip by the wayside. But July is the month to reset. July marks six months into the year, as well as signifying the six months left in the year to accomplish what ever it is you’ve set out to do. I’ve lost sight of my goal to write everyday, along with quite a few other goals in the preceding months. However, upon reassessing my goals and hitting reset, I’m back and better than ever.

July marks six months.

Six months gone.

Six months remaining.

Six months of time I’ve been waisting.

Procrastination, my old middle school chum

your forté is making people feel like a bum.

Time is a tickin and it feels like life is passing me by.

Disappointment rising so rapidly I could cry.

Instead I’ll wipe my tears and swallow all my fears.

I’ll put on my big girl panties and make the decision

to press on and go forth in order to attain my ideal vision.

Knowing this is not a task for the unmotivated, or those with cold feet

this July I’m hitting reset, I will not accept defeat.

Imma keep on climbing this steep steep hill because of the future I’m trying my damnedest build.

A vividly painted picture detailing what I want life to be:

a home, a husband and a beautiful black family.

White picket fences, comfort and travel

fine wines, ballets, and the free time to play Scrabble.

The ability to provide my future children with the same if not a better life than that was afforded to me; educational free reign, sports and activities.

Science Centre excursions and trips to Metro Toronto Zoo

Dance, karate, piano and swimming lessons too.

When I set out these goals I knew it wouldn’t be a simple task

and that concept can sometimes be hard a little to grasp.

Goal setting, goal failing, goal resetting.

July marks six months.

Six months gone.

Six months left.

Six months in 2015 to do my best.

Knibblettes

Don’t Shoot! God is watching.

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“I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe”, were the last words out of Eric Garner’s mouth before he succumbed to Officer Daniel Pantaleo’s choke hold. Having watched the video in its entirety I can attest to Garner’s takedown as being excessive, lewd and a downright outrageous display of so-called police work.

In addition to confining Garner in a choke hold, the video being taped by another civilian clearly shows Pantaleo also smashing Eric Garner’s head into the cement sidewalk. Meanwhile the other officers attempt to hold down, restrain and handcuff Garner; all of them refusing to acknowledge his cries and dismissing the dying man’s pleas for air.

On the 17th of July 2014, in Staten Island, New York, 3 grandchildren, 6 children and widowed Esaw Garner have been left without their grandfather, father, and husband. The youngest of Garner’s children was only 3 months old and has been robbed of the opportunity to get to know their father. Garner was the type of black man we are in such desperate need of in our communities; one who was always there for his children and ever present in their lives. Now Esaw will become another statistic: single black mother raising her children alone.

What I find particularly perturbing is how the media attempted to defame Garner in their portrayal of him. Garner was illustrated as a man who had been known to police since the 80’s for assault, resisting arrest, marijuana possession, driving without a licence, grand larceny and for multiple incidents where he was selling unlicensed cigarettes.  Not to say that Garner was not culpable for those crimes but why defame a dead man?

I find it droll that the media failed to publicize that Garner had begun to seek out legal aid in order bring his arrests to trial under the civil right/equal rights legislation. In 2007 Garner had filed a complaint in federal court because the officer involved had conducted a cavity search on him in the street while other civilians were passing by. That is degrading, humiliating and another example of police abusing their authority.

On the other hand, Daniel Pantaleo was depicted as a college graduate and honorary officer whose father and uncle also served the NYPD.  Subsequently, Pantaleo was also the subject of two civil rights lawsuits in 2013 where he was accused of abusing and falsely arresting the plaintiffs. In one of the incidents which involved Pantaleo, he and the other officers had ordered two black men to take off all their clothes in the street to conduct a search. Pantaleo was not charged.

Much to the dismay of the black community, on December 3rd 2014 Daniel Pantaleo managed to yet again slip through the cracks of justice and was not indicted for Garner’s murder.

Similarly to Garner, on August 9th 2014 18 year-old Michael Brown was gunned down in Ferguson, Missouri by Officer Darren Wilson. A total of twelve shots were allegedly fired with the fatal shots striking Brown in his head and another to his chest.  Officer Wilson would also not face a conviction and was not indicted for the murder of Michael Brown. The shooting in Ferguson caused uproar; both peaceful and violent protests riddled the town for weeks after Wilson’s acquittal.

As an African-Canadian and as a Black woman I am both sickened and saddened by the recent violence that has stricken our community. Justice is not being served and is being warped in favour of these seemingly unqualified police officers. What ever happened to serve and protect? It seems like somewhere along the line this rule has been modified to serve and protect only those of no colour.

In my humble opinion, we can protest, riot and lash out all we want, what it really boils down to is that the elites that run this world have had a plan in place from the beginning of time. A plan that unfortunately never intended to include blacks, rather one designed to oppress and suppress us.

God is not sleeping. These officers may have been acquitted of murder today, however they are not immortal. They too will expire one day. When that day does come they will be judged by the All Mighty and they WILL need to answer to HIM! The judge of ALL judges, the Alpha and Omega will hold each and every one of them accountable for their actions. No court room, no prosecution, no defence, no lawyers, no judges, no jurors; just them and God.

“For the wrath of God is revealed from Heaven, against all ungodliness, and unrighteousness because that which is known about God is evident within them”, (Romans 1:18 NKJV).

May Eric Garner, Michael Brown, and anyone else who has fallen victim to the oppressors Rest in Eternal Peace. Also, may their families and friends find solace knowing that they are in a better place; one where the oppressor does not prevail.

GOD IS NOT SLEEPING.

Keisha N. Knibbs

Mobile App Development Fund

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Hello World Wide Web!

I’ve developed a fun, exciting and phenomenal mobile App for Apple and Android catering to music lovers of all ages and denominations.

The App combines Jamaican/West Indian music and culture with advertising and marketing, (I’m sorry if this is a vague description as I cannot divulge too much in fear of having my idea stolen as it is not yet copy written).

My App will help provide the technological paradigm shift that Jamaica and the West Indies need in order to become even more recognized amongst the rest of the world. My App will also provide a competitive platform in the Jamaican and Caribbean markets as a well as increase the positive global notoriety of the West Indies.

Jamaica has potential for greatness and I happened to be feverishly passionate about seeing my native country thrive.

Also, once developed I plan to contribute 8% of the Apps profit to people, schools, extracurricular clubs, companies and communities in need in Jamaica.

I’ve drawn up the business plan and I’ve spoken with some App Developers and it is going to cost me $20,000 – $25,000 CAD to bring my App to life.

I’ve been actively searching for investors with no avail and unfortunately do not have that kind of money. So I figured: why not give Go Fund Me a try?

Any little bit helps and I sincerely hope to reach my goal with your help!

Thank you all and God bless!

Here is the direct link to my page:

http://www.gofundme.com/KKAppDevelopment