Women with no children have no responsibility and no right to complain...(Apparently)

So this week saw me being pilloried by a friend for daring to have a squeaky moan about "life" since as a woman with no children, there is absolutely nothing for me to groan about. "Why are you whinging when you have no responsibility!" she barked out loud in response to my text sent a few hours before; after a rather gruelling day at work where I had been the honourable recipient of the office bully's snide remarks. Feeling irrepressibly low and dejected, the text sent had a renouncing theme of: "I am simply fed up".
I waited patiently for a reassuring response brimming with obligatory positive quotes such as "Don't worry. You are stronger than you think" or "Ignore the bully and speak to your union" , etc type replies were far fetched it seems.The candy quoted vitriol I received in response was shocking to say the least. For a fleeting moment the work place bully's scathing remarks seemed welcoming.

My friend bellowed from the mountain top about my perfect life with no bills and responsibilities(I had recently moved in with family to help my sick parents. Daddy is recovering from a stroke while I drive Mama to her many hospital appointments on my days off work.). The six page text compared my "free" life as a nullipara to hers as a single mother juggling work, childcare, and other family issues. "Put yourself in my shoes and you will be thankful for your life with  no-one to look after. You have no bills and don't pay rents. I am sure if you scale back on your high standard of life you will do well"; were some of the wise words of advice I got. I tried to remember the last time I went shopping in keeping up with my "high standard of life" and had no recollection as it had been so long...oh wait a second; actually it was January this year when I decided to shop online at House of Fraser. It was kind of like the After Sales Sales shopping were only size 16 dresses and size 3 shoes were left. I turned to look at my straggly mane in the mirror courtesy of some poor Brazilian woman and thanks to my sister who had bought and posted this as a belated birthday gift. It was now two months overdue with my natural curly black  Afro hair roots quite discernible at the temple creating a stark contrast to the long silky extensions.

The phone rings and I instantly recognise the number as T-Mobile Customer services who have been hounding me for a mere £17.61 outstanding phone bill from the last billing cycle just two weeks ago. I promptly ignore their calls which works out to be about two every 60minutes starting from 9.30am to 8pm. As I finished reading the text, I trip over a red briefcase next to the kitchen table overflowing with letters from creditors. My memory is jolted once more to the outstanding tuition fees for my Masters course, credit card bills amassed during my London hey days as the belle of the town who couldn't be seen dead in the same outfit twice and most recently, the outstanding bills from my previous garden flat which I have to still pay off given that the obligatory 12months contracts with certain companies and peoples were not fulfilled as my tenancy was suddenly short lived due to family crises. Try telling that to terms and agreement of contracts drawn.

I proceeded to walk to the living room window still in disbelief at my friend's cruel response wondering how to reply that without provoking a fight. My gaze falls on the only evidence of my seemingly "high standard of Life"...my red Mercedes Benz car with it's equally matching plush red seats. She stood proud and beautiful in the driveway, glistening in the late Autumn sun as it caught on her polished bonnet. The day before I had almost been fleeced dry at the garage where she had had her customary service checks and MOT. For months now I had been contemplating selling her for a more Eco friendly car.
My phone goes off again...this time it's a reminder flashing on my screen "Rents and Family Kitty". I had to do a bank deposit for rents and contribute to the family's rainy day account.
I take out my phone and text " Sorry? I have responsibilities. They may not talk back at me but they are there. Never mind".
I make a mental note of never turning to that friend again for reassurance and decide to contact HR for their policy on work place bullying.

Police lies exposed as it is revealed Mark Duggan WAS NOT carrying a gun.

We all know better than to trust the inherent racist Metropolitan Police, who it appears get a hard on from gunning down defenceless black men in cold blood. The assassination of Duggan by the very people meant to protect us, sparked a four day summer riot in the capital. Throughout the riots we were steadfastly fed lies by The Met and IPCC of how Duggan was carrying a firearm which had been used to shoot a police officer; hence the retaliation by the police to kill Duggan in defense.

Today's issue in The Guardian  reveals what we all knew along; Duggan was not armed when he was fatally shot twice by police on the 4th August 2011. However, a gun which had earlier been in his possession was found about 10 to 14 feet away from his body, on the other side of a fence. It contained one bullet. At the time of print, Duggan's DNA is yet to be found on the weapon. A shoe box strongly suspected to have been used in carrying  the loaded firearm was found at the back of the hired taxi Duggan had been travelling in. His fingerprints were found on this shoe box. Video evidence indeed shows that Duggan may have acquired a gun on the day he was shot and killed.

While admitting Duggan may have been no saint from what we are fed by the media, it is frightening and disturbing to think that people at the helm of the law can shoot when they wrongly judge a situation, then lie about their actions and intent to the public, making the dead person(who of course cannot defend themselves) look like the baddie.

Being a black man in the UK is like walking on broken eggshells. The colour of your skin is already negative alone and a strong deterrent...condemned and guilty before judged. The solution is to thread carefully with great caution and despite all, remain positive.

Meet 8year old entrepreneur - Harli Jordean

Source:DailyMail
With gorgeous brown eyes set against a sweet innocent countenance accompanied by an adorable cutesy smile, this is not your average 8year old boy with a penchant for the latest gadgets or crazy about computer  games. Harli Jordean is a smart money spinning business boy with an Internet company raking in thousands yearly.

Self titled the "Marble King" the eight year old Londoner has successfully turned his passion for marbles into a profitable business venture. His two year old website http://marbleking.co.uk/ stocks a wide variety of marbles including  the £599 Duke of  York solitaire tables limited edition.
The boy with an adult idea runs his company with the help of his mother and two older sibblings, after deciding to take his obsession with marbles a step further by embracing the versatility of e-commerce.

With orders trickling in from as far as America, Harli has no time for kiddies play and  instead busies himself with sourcing suppliers, stocking, packaging and posting his precious marbles to customers. His 51 year old Mother Tina, only gets involved with balancing the books.

With aspirations to becoming Britain's next Alan Sugar, the fiercely ambitious and career driven Harli has plans to one day own a chain of stores like Hamleys. With an equally strong work ethos, the youngster has been known to get his mother drive down to hand deliver packages if he fears any delay in delivery. Talk about customer satisfaction.

"I love marbles and I love having my own marbles company.I like being the boss, but I like to get others to do some of the work so that if something goes wrong it is not all my fault."

Celebrity Chef Lorraine Pascal Receives Racist Tweet

Source: Daily Mail


Celebrity TV Chef Lorraine Pascale  has been the victim of social media exposé after receiving racist rants on her Twitter page.
According to 38 year old Ms Pascale, this isn't the face time she has been verbally and racially abused on the social site. However due to the vitriolic nature of the message, she decided to take it further and filed a complaint with the Metropolitan Police.
We have decided not to publish the explicit message on here.
Pascale did however re-tweet the abuse, tagging her attacker.
Her followers were immediately filled with scorn reprimanding the sender in equally virulent messages.
Pascale tweet-vented her dismay to the rest of the world expressing great disappointment:

"I am hurt, shocked and saddened by the comments this person has made against me. Sadly, this is not the first time racist comments have been directed at me on Twitter. However, it is by far the worst example. I have therefore decided to report it to the police and speak out. I do this for myself and countless others who have to deal with this kind of abuse on a daily basis and are powerless to stop it."

Pascale's BBC shows have been known to attract over two million viewers.

Why is the word "black" seemingly offensive?

Nowadays there exists a myriad of  urban slogans such as  "Black and proud", "Black is beautiful", "Black don't crack", etc which we use in sentences or wear on customised t-shirt clothing. The word black which for many centuries signified degradation, appears to have emerged from racist sobriety to be almost venerated with other words such as white.

Why then does the term black appears to be offensive in conversations (or heated exchanges)? More recently the cases of John Terry who allegedly insulted Anton Ferdinand a "f****** black ****"  during a football match and eccentric X Factor contestant Kitty Brucknell who is alleged to have hurled racial abuse at a fellow contestant when she screamed "You evil black b*****d, f*** you Derry."

Both stories have made gripping newspaper headlines across the country with the police currently conducting an investigation which could see Terry charge with racial harassment. Meanwhile sources say Brucknelll has been quick to issue a grovelling handwritten apology to Derry Mensah as internet forums flooded with calls for her to leave the X Factor.

No doubt verbal abuse took place in both cases but I struggle with the term "racial abuse". The Lantern Project describes racial crime as something committed against a victim solely because of their race. The Race Relations Act 1976 focuses on racial discrimination and harassment. Meanwhile The Met Police focuses more on hate crimes.

What is racist about one calling a black man what he is...a black man? Yes; insultive colourful adjectives where heaped on the description which are of course hurtful and should not be condoned but what part of this is racially abusive? Mensah is black and in Anton's case appears to be mixed race. Perhaps then Terry should have said "f****** mixed race ****"(or maybe he believes in the one drop theory). The derogatory notorious N word or others similar to it was not use in both cases. Now if those had been used, of course there will be no objection it was indeed racial abuse.

Do we get overly sensitive when peoples of different colour use the word black at us?. I get defensive when people comment I do not have an accent  and don't  sound African( Whatever African sounds like and which human hasn't got an accent? The only species of living animals not to have one will be cats, dogs, cows, etc since irrespective of where they come from they all meow, bark, moo, etc alike).

Too often we get caught up with the media frenzy surrounding particular cases such that our views become distorted and slowly merge with what these news sources wish us to think. We should from time to time take a step aside for inner reflection of honest opinion we hold.

Calling a black person names using the word black is not racist. Personally I will take offense if I am called white ***** as that will be the real issue seeing as I am not white but "Black and proud".