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grandmothers

When your grandmother dies,
she does not remain in the ground
or in the picture on your bedside table.
you will find,
that when a man kisses new dreams into you
you’ll remember to thank her for your face
and the lessons she whipped into your skin
thank her for making you worthy of good love
again and again.

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Tulip Girl Earrings

Hello folks,
Well it’s almost morning time in Chicago and I thought I’d brighten up your Mondays with a colorful display. So aside from writing I design (not uncommon) and well now I have found a new love for making jewelry. I am the woman with the wild and wide collection of earrings so it was inevitable that I’d take the next crazy step and start to make them myself. And then I thought how could I combine my passions and make this new business venture a reachout initiative, well by donating of course!!

I give you Tulip Girl, my semi-line of handmade earrings that I intend to give half of all the proceeds to a charity in Malawi that deals with helping expectant mothers access clean drinking water, have some of the nutrients required for the growth of their unborn child, gain educational on some child-birthing and infancy and then gain access to Doctors that will deliver their babies safely. In a third world country a high percentage of mothers and babies die during child labor, every child deserves to live and every mother deserves the chance to watch that happen. So please spread the word,this is just a small step but by purchasing one of these pairs of earrings you will help, even if only minimally, in saving a life.

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All earrings cost $14 except the button earrings that are $5 a pair.

Please contact me to make your purchase at : tulipgirlus@gmail.com
or call :                         US Number:   +1575-386-2455

 “There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.” 
― John Holmes

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The Reintroduction : Five Things that define me.

Hello all,
I realized that it has been a while since I began this blog and I have decided that I should reintroduce myself for the sake of all of us,(myself very much included).:)

There are five main things that I should say define me and my beliefs, my interests and my goals.

  •  Family and Frienship. In my opinion these two are the greatest things we have going for us in this day and age. Gosh we’ve all contemplated choking this group of individuals but that doesn’t change the fact that there is no one else we’d rather call in the middle of the night when hell breaks loose and has us cornered. For me love stands way up in the rankings, it is of course how we get by.
  • Spirituality. I can’t stress this enough, I have never been able to picture there not being a force that set us all on this Earth, each for a purpose, each with a part to play. And that this force is omnipresent , forever working in our lives. I believe in God and Jesus, Fate and Karma. Believing in those three things doesn’t not by any means give me the right to judge the beliefs of another. We are all titled to our beliefs and opinions that my dears is part and parcel of free will.
  • Culture and Travel. I am a girl from a small country on a big continent known widely as an impoverished place. Poverty is real but poverty is everywhere and it can’t alone define a place. I am African and on a mission to make it known for all the great things it is. I love to see the world, it is refreshing to see that the world from so many different places. See we may have been placed at a certain spot on the globe at birth but there is no rule saying that we must have to remain there. I love to travel!!
  • Art. Art is sharing yourself, your ideas, your story, your love and your hurt. Art is freeing one’s self and I say we should embrace the ability to share the talents we have with everyone. Poetry, music, photography, design, those are some loves of mine that I can’t imagine life without. So in understanding me and what gives me the perfect balance of sane and insane then you must note that I am nothing without my art.
  • No hate. We are all equal no buts, no exceptions. We are all equal beings skin color,gender, ethnicity,religion, sexual orientation. I am against hating someone because of some attribute they were born with, created with. The answer to unity is NO HATE. Hate creates boundaries and walls and ruins chances of us ever syncing.

I am a compilation of these philosophies. And again I state I am Upile Chisala the poet,and I’d love to meet you.:)
Happy Sunday all!

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~To My Brother/Bestfriend~Happy Bday!

My Brother and I

 

We’ve grown up a perfect pair, two peas in a pod.
We get each other completely
And we’ve got each other forever
The perfect sister-brother team
I miss you and your loud dancehall music
I miss: The way you call me Beavis and I call you Butthead ♥.
The way you drive me crazy one second
and make me laugh until I cry the next.:)
The way you randomly tell me that you love me
and hug me when I least expect it.
The way you daily teach me so many things.
Just the way you are You. I miss it all.

20 years is no joke, its a milestone! Its the beginning of an adventure.!! Gome no one is like you. no one compares to you. I love you Big Brother!! ♥

God blessed me with such an amazing brother, this post is just for him. Oh how I love this one human madly.:)

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Poem: A Welcome?

I never had a Welcome.

There she sat,

heart a’pounding

a million beats,

Sweating on placental

stained sheets,

A new life had climbed

down from inside

her,

but did the gods gamble

this child’s for her own?

Would she soon be rising

to the stars and her maker?

Woman in tears,

they roll unstoppably

they roll down her color-flushed

cheeks.

Two generations screaming

One on the verge of it’s start

the other on the verge of it’s end

“But I haven’t touched you

yet, or even seen you smile”

She thinks amidst emotion

of the child bundled in

blankets of blood.

They knew each other

but never met,

The chain is broken

that once made them one

linking their souls,

Once made them connect.

They roll,

she weeps for her child

brand new,

And the pain building.

Her eyes, weak, but searching

past the nurses and machines

eyes following the trail of

a tiny newborn’s yelps,

The womb was her world

and now it was all unraveled

there was more beyond

that bodily cradle, more

past the layers of skin,

A world she was now a part of

A piece of

A tiny bundle of.

Why can’t they share this world?

Them two, mother and child.

God please let them share this world.

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~A Mother and A Daughter~

My mother and sister.

I was going through some old photos and I found this amazing picture that honestly made me tear up. It is of my mother and sister probably taken 27 years ago by my dad. The look in my mother’s eyes was so hard to translate, and I think I can only ever get the jest of it, well at least until  I have my own little creation to look at like that. My sister is my mother’s first child,out of five. So here is a picture that brings up all the nostalgia, all the love, all the feelings you mothers must have for your children or you daughters must have for your mothers. So I just had to post this. Mothers, take a moment to embrace your daughters. Daughters, take a moment to think of the lovely strong women who brought you into this world.Love.

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*Know Your Blood Type*

I remember when I was younger I always grew so envious whenever one of my siblings was sick and the attention transferred. I know you must be thinking “You little monster” and you are probably right but I was a kid who always yarned a colossal amount of attention and to me being loved meant being noticed. I used to envy kids with a medical condition, not a disability more of a unique medical thing about them because I thought being special would earn me all the attention I could ever need. If I had one my mother would tend to my meals and say “Upile doesn’t eat that” and protect me from my brother by saying “Don’t play rough, we don’t want to hurt our little Princess”. Now I truly understand the “Be careful what you wish for” saying because in turn I did get what I wished for. You can stay on your seats and please refrain form crying it isn’t necessarily a biggie, it could be worse. You see that difference I’d always wished for was inside of me, my blood type.

Last week over a social dinner with my cousins somehow the topic of blood type came on the table. I am ever so curious about medical conditions and one of my cousins happens to be a doctor. The question was casually asked “What’s your blood type Upile?” and my answer came in “O negative“. Hmmm I myself did not understand the complexity of my blood type just that I could give blood to a person with any type of blood. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury that was the mere surface. “That means you can only have one child” my cousin said not knowing that then and there she was breaking my heart and sledge-hammering the imaginary life I had gingerly created. A life filled with children and bliss, children whom I had already named , children that felt very real to me. “One child!” it was more a whisper than a scream. An enigmatic me hoped that she was just joking but ney doctors don’t joke about medicine not even socially. She went on to explain that my body may allow the first child but my blood may make up antibodies and tackle the next child like a virus. I listened hoping to hear the loophole, the magic door that would lead to my pre-designed imaginary house with my cherished imaginary children. Tada! There is one. But it can’t be trusted fully. I would have to take some pills during my third trimester with the first child, then within 72 hours after that child’s delivery then again when I am with child. This process would have to be continued.

There are more biological terms that I googled. (I wonder why the Cambridge dictionary hasn’t yet added ‘googled’ as a word or ‘facebooked). The bottom line is that my blood is a barrier and it may affect my dreams of having children. I felt absolutely betrayed by my body upon hearing this news. I advice you all to find out your blood types, O negative is a rare blood type only 7% of the world’s population have it. In my little trip of enlightenment I found out that there are special diets from each individual blood type. One more thing I found out is that O negative  can only get blood from O negative which is something worth knowing because this is a rare blood type. Upon hearing this piece of news my father said “Be careful”, his stern eyes warning in a way that made the attention-seeking younger version of myself ever-so-happy.

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