Thursday, May 3, 2012
Black and White
When you photograph people in colour you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in B&W, you photograph their souls!
Friday, August 13, 2010
Marriage
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed
the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I
was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She
was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to
Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted
time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved
Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer
now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the
table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast
because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so
I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything
from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want
to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how
I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our
bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to
make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought
it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,
she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms.
His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes
and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I
could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There
were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its
toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing
again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month
slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but
could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown
bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why
I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him,
seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his
life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I
turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last
minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the
sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally.
I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my
arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly
and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I
was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce
anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever?
She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My
marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of
our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that
since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her
until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you
out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up
stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even
notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the
whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the
divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is
not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an
environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So
find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other
that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to
success when they gave up and for those of us not married, we can learn the art of sticking together with your relationship partner despite the odds. You are both stronger than the odds only when you agree.
A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.
So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined
together, let not man separate.
Hi, this isnt my own piece. I did not write this..no one knows the original source, it was fowarded to my mail bt all I know is that this is a blessing that needs to spread round like wild fire!
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I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed
the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I
was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and
shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She
was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to
Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted
time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved
Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had
expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of
divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer
now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the
table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast
because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so
I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything
from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want
to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how
I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our
bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to
make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought
it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,
she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms.
His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then
to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes
and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I
could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There
were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its
toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing
again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month
slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but
could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown
bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why
I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him,
seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his
life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I
turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last
minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the
sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally.
I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my
arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly
and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I
was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce
anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever?
She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My
marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of
our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that
since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her
until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you
out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up
stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even
notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the
whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the
divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is
not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an
environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So
find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other
that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to
success when they gave up and for those of us not married, we can learn the art of sticking together with your relationship partner despite the odds. You are both stronger than the odds only when you agree.
A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.
So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined
together, let not man separate.
Hi, this isnt my own piece. I did not write this..no one knows the original source, it was fowarded to my mail bt all I know is that this is a blessing that needs to spread round like wild fire!
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Thursday, August 12, 2010
From God with love.
Dear Son,
Its being a while since you and I had a conversation and its being long since you came to me in thoughts or prayers.
As a father I just want you to know this that I love you beyond that wish you can understand, I know that these past years has been filled with challenges and disappointment coupled with pain and a whole lot of frustrations and it seem like am not there even though some of this times you've being a pain to your self and some times you err and disobey ME in as much as it hurts me.....I still love you and care cos I've always wanted the best for you.
I know some times you wonder what to do to come out of all this burden under the crashing waves to step out of your comfort zone to the realm of the unknown where I am and holding out my HANDS for you.
As you try the waves call out your name reminding you of all the times you tried and failed, they keep telling you time and time again that you will never win..........but son I am the VOICE OF TRUTH and I am telling you a different story to not be afraid for this is for my GLORY, so son choose to listen to ME the VOICE OF TRUTH.
Am working you EZEOKOLIE CHIKA OSUNDU EMMANUEL, remember my promise that I will never leave nor forsake you cos I said that to you in MY own VOICE...........I see you and I know what you're going through.
I wrote this to remind you that I created you this very day so do have a wonderful birthday, be happy, smile and celebrate cos AM not done with you yet, you're always in MY MIND.
Happy birthday son.
YOURS FAITHFULLY,
GOD.
Its being a while since you and I had a conversation and its being long since you came to me in thoughts or prayers.
As a father I just want you to know this that I love you beyond that wish you can understand, I know that these past years has been filled with challenges and disappointment coupled with pain and a whole lot of frustrations and it seem like am not there even though some of this times you've being a pain to your self and some times you err and disobey ME in as much as it hurts me.....I still love you and care cos I've always wanted the best for you.
I know some times you wonder what to do to come out of all this burden under the crashing waves to step out of your comfort zone to the realm of the unknown where I am and holding out my HANDS for you.
As you try the waves call out your name reminding you of all the times you tried and failed, they keep telling you time and time again that you will never win..........but son I am the VOICE OF TRUTH and I am telling you a different story to not be afraid for this is for my GLORY, so son choose to listen to ME the VOICE OF TRUTH.
Am working you EZEOKOLIE CHIKA OSUNDU EMMANUEL, remember my promise that I will never leave nor forsake you cos I said that to you in MY own VOICE...........I see you and I know what you're going through.
I wrote this to remind you that I created you this very day so do have a wonderful birthday, be happy, smile and celebrate cos AM not done with you yet, you're always in MY MIND.
Happy birthday son.
YOURS FAITHFULLY,
GOD.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Went to hell and...................How??
Really don't know if I should do this or not but knowing me too well if I don't I will feel very pain with myself.
Really who has seen or been to hell to tell the story, if you have then you must be our Saviour The Christ to be able to die and come back from the dead....................Well as you all can guess that is if you've being following the recent news about a particular man of God here in our beloved Naija who recently as news would have or his member would put it died and went to hell, oh! thats not the story.............I meant died and God showed him hell and guess who he saw in hell?
Think most of you have already heard the story or read it in one of those crazy doom saying journals you see in some funny places around. Well those of you who haven't heard, this man claimed he saw a particular late spirit filled female pastor in hell and the reason she is in hell? Guys hear this man explain to his folks in his church.
He told his congregation that this pastor was in hell for not dressing properly well moving away from that he claimed God was so particular about his congregation alone and the division in his church, the latter is not an issue to me, my problem here is that we see lots of this crazy people claiming one thing or the other just to suit what their church believe, they claim to die and go to heaven or hell and come back with funny or crazy revelations as if the one in the great book(the Bible ) is not enough or is inadequate not for us but for them (wolves in sheep clothing).
going back to his story about why the late pastor is in hell is really crazy and all, not to say stupid cos if you take a closer look at his own congregation in terms of what good dressing and looking good is, you will cry blood for them.
Just because you're dirty, dry, smelly and you don't wear cologne doesn't mean we must all be like you.......Mr all dead and went to hell and back and please stop this story of your or God will actually send you to hell for real and there's no coming back from the real thing Mister!
Guess am taking this kinda personal? really I have to cos God is always one thing...................He's not a fool and wouldn't want us to listen to one.
Hey! want to look good for Christ do it with all passion wear dem designers, make your hair, look cool and step up that swagger for Christ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Really who has seen or been to hell to tell the story, if you have then you must be our Saviour The Christ to be able to die and come back from the dead....................Well as you all can guess that is if you've being following the recent news about a particular man of God here in our beloved Naija who recently as news would have or his member would put it died and went to hell, oh! thats not the story.............I meant died and God showed him hell and guess who he saw in hell?
Think most of you have already heard the story or read it in one of those crazy doom saying journals you see in some funny places around. Well those of you who haven't heard, this man claimed he saw a particular late spirit filled female pastor in hell and the reason she is in hell? Guys hear this man explain to his folks in his church.
He told his congregation that this pastor was in hell for not dressing properly well moving away from that he claimed God was so particular about his congregation alone and the division in his church, the latter is not an issue to me, my problem here is that we see lots of this crazy people claiming one thing or the other just to suit what their church believe, they claim to die and go to heaven or hell and come back with funny or crazy revelations as if the one in the great book(the Bible ) is not enough or is inadequate not for us but for them (wolves in sheep clothing).
going back to his story about why the late pastor is in hell is really crazy and all, not to say stupid cos if you take a closer look at his own congregation in terms of what good dressing and looking good is, you will cry blood for them.
Just because you're dirty, dry, smelly and you don't wear cologne doesn't mean we must all be like you.......Mr all dead and went to hell and back and please stop this story of your or God will actually send you to hell for real and there's no coming back from the real thing Mister!
Guess am taking this kinda personal? really I have to cos God is always one thing...................He's not a fool and wouldn't want us to listen to one.
Hey! want to look good for Christ do it with all passion wear dem designers, make your hair, look cool and step up that swagger for Christ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Game on Michael Jackson cuddled from CNN
LOS ANGELES, California -- Many fans will always remember where they were when they heard the "King of Pop" had died. The rapper The Game will always remember what he did afterward.
The Game created a tribute to Michael Jackson -- video and all -- within a day of Jackson's death.
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That same day, Thursday, June 25, he rounded up some famous friends, recorded a song, shot a music video and got a Michael Jackson tattoo etched on his upper arm. Actually, he got the tattoo while he was in the studio recording the track. Some people know how to multitask.
The tune, "Better on the Other Side," isn't available for sale yet -- although he's hoping it will hit iTunes very soon. Because the record company was caught off guard, it is still playing catch-up. Game says all proceeds from the sale of the single will be donated to Michael Jackson's family.
The companion music video is all over YouTube. In it, the 29-year-old shares the spotlight with Chris Brown, who sings the hook as a counterpoint to Game's rap. It's the first project Brown has appeared in since he pleaded guilty to assaulting his former girlfriend, Rihanna.
The video, in various forms, had received more than 750,000 views as of Thursday evening -- not bad for less than a week in release.
In the following interview, The Game (born Jayceon Taylor) recounts how the project came together -- with a little help from Lady Luck and the muse of Michael Jackson.
: You may be the first well-known artist to have a Michael Jackson tribute out there.
MICHAEL JACKSON The Memorial
Tuesday, join CNN for all day coverage as the world celebrates the life of a worldwide pop icon, and don't miss our prime time coverage starting at 8 ET.
The Game: I didn't want to wake up the next morning and have somebody spread a tribute all over the Internet, and I wasn't a part of it. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.
: Did you already have the beats pre-recorded?
The Game: No. The first thing I did was call DJ Khalil ... and I told him, "Yo, I need you in the studio, and by the time I get there, I need a Michael Jackson tribute song made [the music bed]. I need violinists, I need pianists, I need everyone in there for a production."
And then I started reaching out to Diddy. He's on a set 18 hours a day, but he said he'd get it done some way, somehow. Talked to Chris Brown. He and [his manager] Tina Davis said they were on their way to the studio -- so they told me after I do my part, to bring it over and Chris will do the hook. Before I took the beat over to Chris, Boyz II Men walked into the studio randomly -- so they took it to their studio next door, laid down all the background vocals.
Then I took it to Mario [Winans], then I took it to Diddy. In the meantime, me and my boy Taydoe -- we running around to the hospital, to the Jacksons' house, to the star on Hollywood, getting all this [secondary] footage [for the video]. Crazy.
: This was the day he died, on Thursday?
The Game: It was just the day. By Friday, everything was done -- video, everything. We did it in 15 hours. 
: You made the music video for $500
The Game: All in tapes, $500 went to tapes, HD high-definition tapes.
: At the end of the video, you reveal a new tattoo.
The Game: Yeah, I'll show you. I thought if I was going to get a Michael Jackson tattoo, I would get a more menacing one. (The tattoo shows the "King of Pop" with a bandanna over the lower half of his face.)
: Had you ever met Michael?
The Game: I never met him in person, but he tried to mediate a truce between myself and Curtis Jackson [aka 50 Cent], and I wasn't having it at that time.
: How did that happen? Did somebody call you and say, "Please hold the line for Michael Jackson?"
The Game: At first my managers called me and they said, "Mike -- Michael Jackson -- is going to want to talk to you in an hour. Exactly an hour." So I waited an hour, and I'm like chewing on my fingers in the hotel room ... and the phone rings and a guy comes on and he's got an English accent. He's like (affects an English accent), "Hello Game, I have Michael Jackson on hold for you." It was just cool.
So Michael comes on, and ... he was like, "Yo, it's Mike, and I'm a big fan of your music," and starts going into my songs, "Hate it or Love It" and "How We Do." And he's like, "I'm a big fan of 50's -- every time I get in the car, I tell my driver to play 'In Da Club.' Would you guys be willing to make a truce, and then put it on my album?" 
And then I was like, "Yo Mike, we gotta slow down, man!" This was at the height of me and 50's little beef, or whatever people called it, but I talked to him for another 35 minutes on why I couldn't do it at that time, and at that point in my career, and he was OK with that. He said one day if we decided to do it -- myself and Curtis' camp -- we could reach out to him. We never got a chance to do it.
: So the video also features Chris Brown. It's the first track we've heard him on since the hearing last Monday [June 22].
The Game: They were really edgy about getting on it. I think [his managers] wanted Chris Brown's first look to be kind of strategically thought out, and I came so fast with the Michael Jackson tribute -- but we talked it over, and at the end of the day, they thought it was a good idea, so we went ahead and did it.
: How is Chris? I'm sure you guys talk all the time.
The Game: He's like a little brother to me. I talk to him all the time, and I give him my support. You know, I'm no stranger to trials and tribulations in life, and the court system.
: What are your thoughts about how Michael Jackson died, and how it seems as though prescription drugs may have been involved?
The Game: My thoughts on Michael Jackson are always the same. It doesn't matter, the form or fashion he died in. He's iconic to me, and his untimely demise is felt around the world. You got certain people saying, "Oh everybody's loving Michael now," but that's neither here nor there.
Me, myself -- I loved Michael Jackson to death. My mom sent me a host of pictures with all my "Thriller" shirts on, and the jacket with the zippers and glove -- me, my sisters and brothers -- so I really don't care. I just know he left an impact on the world. I think he's the most cried-for human being since Jesus Christ. It's just my opinion.
: Are you thinking about donating part of the proceeds from the single?
The Game: Oh, all the proceeds of anything that I do that has anything to do with Michael Jackson will go to his family and his children. And that's just the bottom line.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Jackson's kids emerge from behind the veil
For all the hasty preparations, hand-wringing over security, breathless media competition to scoop details and soul-wrenching performances, the essence of Michael Jackson's memorial service came down to 20 poignant, powerful seconds: the moment when 11-year-old Paris-Michael Jackson inched up to the microphone and, in a statement no one saw coming, referred to the late pop superstar as "Daddy."
It was a remarkably humanizing moment. Then again, it was remarkable just to see Jackson's three children in public to begin with.
A fiercely protective father, Jackson rarely brought his brood out into public, covering their faces in veils and party masks to protect their identity when he did.
Now here they were, unveiled, before an audience of thousands at Staples Center and millions more around the globe. Starting out seated in the front row, the three youngest Jacksons eventually joined the rest family onstage as the two-hour service wound to a close.
Dressed in the same dark suits and yellow ties as the rest of the Jackson men, 12-year-old Michael Joseph Jr., known as Prince Michael, chewed gum and toted the memorial service program; 7-year-old Prince Michael II, known as Blanket, held his program and clutched a Michael Jackson doll.
Paris, wearing a black dress with white trim, turned a small patent-leather purse over in her hands as other family members spoke. And then a dramatic hush fell over the crowd as family members whispered that the little girl, whose lifetime of public exposure amounted to a small handful of paparazzi photographs, Paris-Michael wanted to say something.
She furtively emerged from the tight circle of family members, who rushed to lower the microphone to her level. And with her uncle Randy on one side and aunt Janet on the other, Jackson's little girl stood center stage.
"I just wanted to say," Paris began weakly.
"Speak up, sweetheart, speak up," Janet encouraged, sweeping the girl's long hair back. "And get close."
Paris put one hand behind her neck, another on the microphone, and began again.
"Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine," she said, her tiny voice cracking.
Rebbie and Marlon Jackson moved in closer to comfort their niece. She shut her eyes tight.
Then she wrapped her hands — little fingernails painted red — around the microphone and fought back tears as she continued: "And I just wanted to say I love him — so much."
She collapsed in tears into her aunt's arms.
"It's OK, baby. It's OK," Janet Jackson said as she held Paris close. Prince joined in on the hug.
And all at once, Jackson wasn't the larger-than-life King of Pop, or Wacko Jacko the tabloid freak. He was a doting father who had left three adoring young children behind.
He was "Daddy."
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Be Inspired.
Be inspired to be the best that you can, not minding that which comes out from the mouth of nay Sayers.
Be inspired to hold that which is dear to you to heart knowing that you alone can either make or break it.
Be inspired to dare the impossible and break barriers, to think outside the box.
Be inspired to love and give back that which you've being blessed with.
Be inspired not to look down on your self when a lot of people hate you but be more inspired when a few show their love.
Be inspired to be the best that you can be even in death.
by Ezeokolie Chika Emmanuel
Be inspired to hold that which is dear to you to heart knowing that you alone can either make or break it.
Be inspired to dare the impossible and break barriers, to think outside the box.
Be inspired to love and give back that which you've being blessed with.
Be inspired not to look down on your self when a lot of people hate you but be more inspired when a few show their love.
Be inspired to be the best that you can be even in death.
by Ezeokolie Chika Emmanuel
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