self worth

How much are you worth?
$1 one dollar?
$18 eighteen dollars an hour, 8 hours a day, 6 days a week?
$100 one hundred dollars an hour?
$500 five hundred?
All the money in your bank account?
Perhaps however much someone is willing to pay?
or do u measure your worth in words?
Beautiful?
Successful?
Sexy?
High Class?
Well dressed?
Fit?
Thin?
Young?
Mature?
Famous?
Popular?
Fashionable?
Trend setter?
Do you measure your worth in number of friends?
what abut Facebook followers?
Twitter?
You are worth more than all these things!
To measure your worth look into your heart,
Would your parents risk their life for yours?
Would your family lend you money without proof of return?
How do you treat those you hold dear?
How do you treat those beneath you?
How do you treat your those you don't like?
How do you behave when under the influence of drugs or alcohol?
Do your children call for you when they need a hug?
Do your siblings try to keep in touch?
Do you love others honestly?
Do you turn the other cheek?
Do you walk through life with your eyes open and you hands ready to help?
Do you try to be a better person and view your flaws honestly?
Would you give a kidney to your sick brother?
Would you give up your place in a Que for a stranger with a greater need?
Do you find pleasure in making others happy?
Do you understand what it is to forgive?
Do you love?
Do you live?
These are some things to measure your worth by.
These are the things that help us to love ourselves.
Because if you cant find your own value, if you cant love yourself,
than who will?

Nii Laryea

In this body that you hold, kiss and caress there was a wound
A seething poisonous wound
Inflicted by another long before you ever touched my skin
Your warm arms held me together
Your sweet lips sucked the poison from my veins
But when you were away from home and silence filled my day i longed for you
Loneliness and sorrow crept up on me like snakes from the grass and struck
Sinking their poisonous fangs back into my mutilated form
But still your words kept the vultures from descending
You sent for Aid and the healers came and gave me anti-venom
They tended me and patched my form with knowledge and truth
But still the wound was there
When your warm arms held me again the wound began to close
Your soft kisses stitched the edges together, your strong voice bound them tight
You warmed my blood with your passion and set fire to my soul
You pushed and pulled so tenderly
I fell to my highest point and shuddered calling your name
You sealed the wound and scared it with your potent love
I am whole again and more
You made me strong, now none can pierce my flesh
I need wear no armor for i am iron clad in your radiant love
And bullet proof in my ecstasy.

King Solomon's Mines

I am currently reading King Solomon's Mines by H.Rider Haggard. Got stuck at my grandmothers for a month as i was sick and all she has are those cheep paperbacks you get in the $2 bin at the newsagents. Found this interesting volume on one of her dusty shelves. Apparently they made it into a movie back when Sharon Stone was in her late teens. Basically 3 very colonial British men set out with a small company of native servants across a South African dessert to Sheba's left breast, on a suicide mission in search of one of their fellows who had gone missing 2years prior. Following a map drawn by a dead man with his own blood on his shirt tail, they suffer heat, thirst, hunger and freezing temperatures not to mention mysterious natives who knows what next. I haven't got to the end yet but have been enjoying the read. It uses allot of very colonial language quite a bit of which i know my West African husband would not approve of, but that's how it was back then. The story is very well written captivating the time and place beautifully. Plenty of mystery and adventure, not to mention elephant hunting. Would completely recommend to anyone with a taste for adventure and native voodoo.

Back to work

I'm really back now, truly, I promise.
I've just had another beautiful girl, but there are enough baby blogs out there and this isn't one of them so i wont go further than to say she sleeps wonderfully and is beautiful. Back to work, i'm going to give you one new post every week, I know your used to almost one a day (or none at all) but here's hoping quality will over rule quantity. I'm working on something different from my usual fantasy/love stuff it's called "2 Days with Bethany" please let me know what you think and if i get anything horribly wrong comment! This is totally new stuff for me.

Love you all :)