Month: February 2015

Excerpt from Gray Shades, The world of Lucifer babies (Heather)

dr_evilPeople were ratchet, back stabbers, Lucifer babies and conniving for days. Heather trusted no one and she would never ever trust people again!

It has been Heather’s unfortunate experience to meet some of the most despicable people on this earth. People who make you wonder if they weren’t born with a moral compass. People who make you want to huddle in a dark wormhole and hide.

She has had friends rob her of money. She had an old school mate rob her book donations to her Alma mater which were worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. She has been let down, disappointed and neglected by so-called family members who didn’t share her last name. She has had her houseware misused and kitchen appliances stolen. After she gave a friend some of her stuff, some to keep temporarily; she never heard nor saw her again. Heather has even been forsaken by church folk who played at being Christians.

She also had a boss once who was as charming and evil as the dark prince himself. He was verbally abusive and a cunning user who used and manipulated young women who were often times more talented than he, if not naive.

No matter the possibilities of misunderstandings and misgivings, some people carry with them the stench of unpleasantness and being personally abrasive. The back of a crocodile would be immensely smoother in comparison. No matter your class, gender, age, stage, race or creed; these people you are sure to meet, because they exist everywhere.

Oftentimes we are blinded by their hidden charms until their ‘snakery’ coils out of the bag. Heather met too many people whose aura, personality or demeanour just puts her off, out or on end! These were definitely all unwanted experiences I am sure.

She wished these people would change. She believed that if only they would turn fully, wholly and honestly to Christ they would be miraculously altered.

Miracles were possible right?

The world and Heather’s life would be easier, better and safer.

Copyright © 2015 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

Excerpt from Corporate Psychopaths, Moving On

Jamaican Workplace: Horrible boss syndrome - I demand to be acknowledged

Life has corners that you cannot see around.

Francine received the news that her world may be changing sooner, rather than later. She felt like her world was always in flux, and not in a good way, but this time should be different. No matter, just like all those times before, she would fasten her seat belt and ensure she was at least safe on her new journey.

Her mind was consumed and she felt trepidation, anxiety and excitement. She was ready but yet ill-prepared for what the future held. Leaving what is familiar and safe is not something one does every day, but if that is the course and destiny, it is better not to fight against. Mind you, she was referring to her home and the job. It was pure hell these last couple of months.

She was unhappy, frustrated and demotivated.

This, she thinks was their aim all along. Frustrate her until she wanted to leave this Jamaican workplace. The situation was making her murderous and instead of following the likely path to the Bellevue Hospital in East Kingston, she did some research which gave her a greater understanding of the tactics being implemented by her boss. Employers were egotistical and thought that they were gods, but this was far from the truth. They are human beings. Faulty, earthly, immoral creatures who because of this sense of false power, were no better than the slave owners of yesteryear.

There was no hope for job satisfactoriness or satisfaction and her boss has been silent for over a month and All HR offered were excuses for every bad behaviour!

Francine grew weary of her colleagues asking her questions about the woman;s unprofessional behavior.

“What is going on?”
“Doesn’t your boss speak to you?”
“How do you cope?”
“No sah, dis is di heights of unprofessionalism! Me couldn’t deal wid dis”

No communication, no work. So, she simply came in every day, sit and look pretty.

Moving to a new city, a new job, Francine was certain she would surely miss her friends, even though she was been a relative loner for most of her life. But the few friends Francine claimed, she would miss them. This was a unique opportunity and she had nothing to lose, but a lot to gain.

She prayed though that the Father would be a light at her feet and lead her through and beyond.

 

Copyright © 2015 · All Rights Reserved · Denise N. Fyffe

She has published several books of poetry including:

  1. Jamaican Honey and Sauce
  2. Jamaican Pebbles
  3. Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook
  4. Love Under The Caribbean Stars
  5. Sensuous One
  6. The Island Journal: Jamaica’s Golden Year
  7. Honey to my Sauce
  8. The Expert Teacher’s Guide on How to Motivate Students
  9. Messages to the Deaf
  10. Be Lifted Up

Excerpt from Gray Shades, The Snob (Iyana)

Pretentious, that came to Iyana’s mind; right after snobbish.

“Who di hell are you to act and treat others as if they are under your feet? You are no better, if not a little lower.”

People think that just because they are born privileged or that they have a particular career and make a certain amount of money; that they are better than others. This is an unbecoming and despicable behavior. Iyana’s motto is to treat all human beings equally; no matter their age or stage.

One should aim to understand people and meet them where they are at. We each, within us, hold the key to some mystery. We are all after all flesh and blood and will ultimately go to the same place when we die; under the earth.

People can sense your aura, essence or even see your personality shining through. If you turn your nose up at others, then this will easily come across.

Act with sincerity and genuine kindness; people are gems.

Excerpt from Gray Shades, A Preying Hunter (Mya)

The hunter or the prey, who would u bet on; especially if the prey becomes the hunter.

“So sick of this double standard marble pot called Earth,” Mya thinks to herself.

One set of rules for men and another for women. Tis a pity, they have lame, idiotic and misguided ideas of themselves and their capacity.

“But what do I know”, she mused. Women aren’t much different either, but we sure are better at mis-directing. Being a hunter in a prey’s skin is so dull, but it is a worthwhile disguise; Mya thinks to herself.

However, boredom and stress are two issues that Mya is struggling with, and any movement towards a jiffy’s amusement cannot be disregarded.

Something’s gotta give, because her double standard of a prison, exists for a reason. And already as a prey, she is tired of the ‘faux’ hunt.

This sure doesn’t help her accumulative problems either. Something’s gotta give…

Jamaican Workplace: Dealing with Workplace Harassment – Sanity, Under Construction

Two days of mind numbing, soul agitating, psychological breaking drilling and I feel as if I am going insane. This is wrong on so many levels but a score of employees have been putting up with this for several years.

Excerpt from Gray Shades, Praying away the Evils (Lisa)

Dishonesty, deceit, lying, evil, conniving, hypocrisy – and all things evil are a bunch of Lisa’s pet peeves.

To say she hates them and on the brink of hating the vehicles of these evil ‘actives’ – wouldn’t suffice.

She have had it up to her medulla oblongata with dealing with people of these natures. Soon, Lisa worries, she might start acting like an overzealous, just born again Christian and aggressively rebuke them. Maybe this is what she needs to do?!

She is scared, for them, to pray about it; as Lisa has a tendency to pray like Elijah and say God return unto them and their generation the evil, they have visited on others.

The last time she bind up some people and their spirits, which was recently, they were sick.

So she has a soft spot even when she is righteously angry.

Each day, Lisa fights to find any good in this world. She has become jaded with life and wish to call it a day. The bible is right! There is nothing new under the sun; and Lisa feels like she have lived a few centuries.

Sometimes, she wishes that happily ever after, wasn’t just the things you read about in books; and didn’t have to wait on heaven for.

If you happen to cross her path, please just bring good tidings, happy memories and peace

If you are taking with, any evil ‘actives’; you run the risk of being sick…

Just a warning!