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No Rhythm No Rhyme: Visual

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Truth In Disguise: Visual

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Immigration Separation: Nigeria to US

https://www.thepetitionsite.com/475/229/794/demand-approval-of-immigration-for-my-husband/?taf_id=65201540&cid=fb_na#bbfb=342265776

Picture it…USA…2017. You have worked hard to create the best life for yourself. You spent time improving your mental, physical, financial as well as spiritual health. You followed the American society’s blueprint for a great life. You are a stable and independent female living in the US. You meet a guy who lives in Nigeria and over time the two of you fall in love. Eventually, you marry him in Nigeria and you are the happiest you have been in your entire life. And you should be. You did everything by the book. However, you return to the US…alone. Your husband is unable to accompany you back to the states, because there is so much red tape involved with the immigration process to the US. His immigration request to the states has not been approved.

Please help my friend, more like sister, and her husband. It has been three years since they married each other in Nigeria, and her husband is STILL getting the runaround. It takes nothing to sign this petition. It takes nothing to offer guidance and advice to this young couple. I am literally begging for the help of anyone who reads this. Please sign the petition and have others sign the petition.

If you know of any advice or resources that would help with my friend’s husband’s arrival to the US, please email me at ohhowrandom1@gmail.com.

Her husband has already gone through the necessary steps for immigration. He has not been able to reach anyone regarding his immigration status decision. Phone calls and emails are going unanswered. Please help in any way you can.

Thank you.

https://www.thepetitionsite.com/475/229/794/demand-approval-of-immigration-for-my-husband/?taf_id=65201540&cid=fb_na#bbfb=342265776

Goodbye

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The bottle had been unexpectedly opened and it was right there, the pill she had prescribed to herself.

Doubt quickly consumed her.

Unable to turn back, she learned the pill was harder to swallow than originally expected.

A playlist of emotions linked to memories was the soundtrack that instantly flooded her thoughts.

Anxiety struck as her chest tightened. Sadness loomed as the tears stung and welled up in her eyes.

Too pained to push the tears out, she blinked them free as they dampened her numb cheeks.

Expiration was imminent as the stabbing sensation in her lungs interrupted her breathing. She gasped through the tears and the pain deeply regretting her decision.

But the playlist of emotions linked to memories came to an end on a broken and weak goodbye.

Open Your World to Imagination

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Open the door for Imagination.

Prop it open with a heavy rock.

Welcome Imagination into your world!

Take notice as the tables and the wheels turn.

WATCH the colors change with the time on the clock.

LISTEN to unfamiliar sounds mix and mingle with sounds of familiarity.

INHALE the intoxicating scents you never knew existed.

Enjoy the TASTE of an exotic fruit that is unique to a veiled tropical island.

FEEL. Feel the bitter cold of winter and the warmth of bold summer sun.

You are no longer bound to the limits of reality.

Imagination is here to free you.

So, open the door for Imagination.

Prop it open with a heavy rock.

And welcome Imagination into your world!

 

Auditory Art: An Introduction to New Sounds

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When you are in search of something new on the music front, you never know what you are going to discover. In my quest for something new and fresh, I asked for musicians, writers, producers and fans to share with me the sounds that were near and dear to their hearts. I received a handful of requests from artists who were eager for me to take a listen to their creations. In the coming weeks I will be sharing with you auditory art and the artists behind the art.

Alone With Others

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One of my favorite things to do is go to a public place where a number of people are gathered and watch them. “Watch for what?” might be your question. I am watching how they behave.  I am observing the solo interactions, as well as the interactions of those with and around them. Bookstores and coffee shops are my favorite places to people watch. These two top the list, simply because everyone is in their own world. As I sit comfortably in a cushy chair, with enough pillows to ease the stresses of a rough day, I grab one of the books I selected. As I begin to read, the footsteps of a bookstore employee hurrying to another area of the two-story store peak my interest. I glance in her direction as I see her trotting down the moving escalator, still in a hurry. My thoughts quickly shift from my book to “What’s her story?” Before I can begin to put ideas together, my thoughts are interrupted by a young couple (late teens early twenties) who plop down in the other two plushy pillow chairs. The guy sat on the navy blue, while the girl plopped down on the deep rouge chair. Sitting in my olive green chair, I smile when they look in my direction and return to the book in hand. The couple quickly forgets about the lady in the slacks, pumps, and button-down shirt, and engage in personal conversation as if I somehow literally disappeared behind the book. The two were sophomores at the local university and had been dating for some time in high school. They reminisced on school dances, classmates, teachers, school activities, and above all the ease of life they had left a few years back. Jumping to the present day, they discussed the stresses of professors, exams, dorms, and other areas of campus life. This eventually led to talks of marriage, careers, and futures. I (not that much older than they were at the time) hoped they would live out all of their dreams, as I was a single mother, working full-time, and a student at the community college. My thoughts are interrupted again; this time by a group of elementary/middle school-aged kids apparently on a field trip. As I watch the group pile on the escalator behind me, I know this would be interesting. They made it up to the second floor in groups of about eight to ten, each with an adult chaperone. The entire group gathers a distance away near the music area. Vaguely, I hear something about a scavenger hunt and the faint chatter of a few kids.  The big group breaks apart into little groups and they disperse in every direction. My observations of the styles, attitudes, and language the kids used were interrupted by the vibration of my LG flip phone. I check the outer display to see “2:30PM”, and an alarm clock just beneath bouncing around as if to intensify the urgency that I should head for the parking lot. I leave the books in the olive green cushy pillow chair, the chattering kids, the young couple, and the bookstore employee as I make my way down the escalator, and out the door. Another day…another thought.

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The Outsiders 

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They say you’re never alone as long as you have people around. 
I beg to differ. 

I was just fine having my family. And plenty of time to myself. 

It wasn’t until The Outsiders were introduced. 


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I would share with them a part of me. Only for them to take off and leave with it. 

I even cared for some of The Outsiders. 

Their lives either ended too soon or their parents uprooted them to another state. 


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I even loved some of The Outsiders. They were the ones who caused the most pain. 

These Outsiders would turn their feelings on and off as they pleased. This was hard to accept when my feelings were always on. 
I never felt so alone in my life. 

The more Outsiders I seem to let in, the more alone I seem to feel. 


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They say you’re never alone as long as you have people around. 

As long as those people aren’t The Outsiders. 

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