Peaceandlove67 Article: True Marafiki Mend a Broken moyo Part 5

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posted by Peaceandlove67

One Saturday, Laura sat in her dorm room and cried. She was still sad about being dumped kwa Kurt. Suddenly, she heard a knock on her door. She went to see who it was. It was Mel. Mel said, "There's no need to cry alone. Ian and I are going out. Would wewe like to come?" Laura said, "Well, I suppose it's better than sitting in the dorm room crying over someone I really shouldn't be crying over." Mel said, "It's okay to cry. I know you're hurting. I think that a change of scenery might help." Laura got ready and went out with Mel and Ian. At one point, Ian said, "Laura, wewe told me that wewe used to practice self-harm. Would wewe be willing to tell me why?" She said, "I don't know." Mel said, "It's okay, Laura. wewe can tell us. We're your friends." Laura said, "Well, when I was growing up, I couldn't make friends. I tried to be friendly with my schoolmates, but they never wanted to play with me au anything. kwa the time I was in middle school, the bullying picked up, and so, I cut to cope. kwa the time I was in high school, I had very few friends, but I never got close with them." Ian and Mel were deeply touched. Laura then said, "I'll admit that I was thinking about doing it this morning, but I didn't do it." Ian said, "Laura, wewe don't have to hurt yourself, love. wewe can just talk to us." After talking with her friends, Laura began to feel better. She went to kitanda happy that night, knowing that there were people at school she could count on for once.

TO BE CONTINUED

RetroRock64, Roldan13 and 2 others like this

80smusiclover1 This is so touching and sweet.

BingoPB Yes, it is touching. It looks like Laura has good friends now.

Rubyrings It's incredibly touching. I know what it's like to not be able to make friends anywhere, and I don't blame Laura a bit for harming herself because of that. And she deserves a boyfriend and friends who understand that, I might add!

Roldan13 This was so sweet. I loved reading this.

RetroRock64 Me too!

Peaceandlove67 I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Final Part

posted by Peaceandlove67

I woke up to a thumping sound. I asked, "What was that?" Paul said, "I'd say it was a car door being shut. I think my parents are back." I said, "I see." I heard the front door open. I then heard a woman's voice say, "Paul, we're back. Where are you?" Paul replied, "In here, Mother." She came into the living room. When she saw me, she asked, "Who is this?" He said, "This is my friend, Erin." She said, "So, you're Erin. Paul talks about wewe all the time." I said, "Good things, I hope." Paul said, "All good!" His mother smiled. She asked, "When was the last time wewe had something to eat?" I said,...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Nine

posted by Peaceandlove67

The inayofuata siku at 3:30, I met Grandpa at Eagle River. He said, "You wanted to see me." I said, "Yes, Grandpa, I did." He asked, "Have wewe come to terms with your sins, Erin?" I said, "That's what I wanted to talk to wewe about." He looked at me curiously. I continued, "You see, I don't appreciate your hypocrisy. wewe claim to be a Christian. I distinctly remember kusoma somewhere that the Bible says, 'Thou shalt not kill.' However, wewe have murdered my father and my friend, Barry. Why, Grandpa? Why?!" Grandpa replied, "Your father was an atheist. I decided to send him straight to Hell." I said,...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Eight

posted by Peaceandlove67

One day, I was walking in the forest with Allie and Paul. As we were walking, I saw a truck. I said, "Quick! Hide in the bushes!" Allie said, "What? Why?" I said, "I'll explain later." We hid in the bushes until there was no sign of the truck. Paul asked, "Why were we hiding? Who was that?" I said, "My grandfather." Allie said, "Oh..." I said, "I haven't seen him in so long. I'm afraid he'll beat me again." Allie said, "I see." I said, "And wewe know what he did to Barry and to my father. I don't want him to do the same thing to wewe two." Paul said, "Erin..." I said, "I upendo wewe too much to...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Seven

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One day, I woke up thinking it was a Saturday. I went back to sleep, but my aunt woke me up. She said, "Erin, it's time to get up." I asked, "Why do I need to get up so early on a Saturday?" She said, "You're a siku off. It's Friday, dear." I groaned. She said, "Come on, Erin. It's not that bad." I said, "I don't have any friends. It's not worth it." She said, "Maybe today will be your lucky day." That gave me the strength to get out of bed. Later in gym class, I was bullied again. I pretended that I needed to use the restroom so that I could cry. I hid in the stall and cried. A few moments...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Six

posted by Peaceandlove67

After losing my best friend, Barry, I slipped into a depression. My grandparents refused to see me. My less consistent Marafiki turned their backs on me. The only ones there for me were my aunt and uncle, my brother, Daniel, and my cousin, Barbara Ann. I had very little, if any, self-confidence. I didn't even try to confront Grandpa again, fearing he would beat me again. The only thing that brought me any happiness was music. I still enjoyed the Beatles above all others, but I liked to explore different bands as well. I overheard someone talking about a metal band called System of a Down, so...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Five

posted by Peaceandlove67

A few months passed, and I was still suspicious of Grandpa. He continued to give out hints that he probably murdered my father when I was really young. Grandma never spoke to me, unless I spoke to her. When I asked her about my father, she dodged the swali and changed the subject. Either she was involved, au she was trying to protect Grandpa. One cold December day, I was walking in the forest with my dog. I suddenly heard someone faintly say my name. I looked over and saw Barry. He was lying in the snow, shivering. I said, "Oh, my God! Barry! What happened?!" He alisema weakly, "I was walking...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Four

posted by Peaceandlove67

Despite the fact that I no longer had Christian faith, I still went to church to amuse my grandparents. I said, "I don't believe in their ways anymore." My aunt said, "I know, Erin. This is to amuse Grandma and Grandpa. It makes them happy." I said, "All right, but here's a warning. Someday, I'm going to get tired of smiling and nodding." One day, I did. Because of my opinionated majibu to Grandma's maswali in Sunday School, I got kicked out of Sunday School. When Grandpa found out, I knew I was in trouble. After lunch that Sunday, Grandpa alisema to me, "Let's go outside." That never meant...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Three

posted by Peaceandlove67

Ever since I had Lost my mother, muziki helped me cope. I didn't have very many Marafiki at school. I got bullied a lot, and zaidi so after my mother's death. The only consistent friend I had was my best friend, Barry. He was there for me during the funeral and everything. One day, he said, "Well, it's been two months, hasn't it?" I said, "Yeah." He said, "I know it's been painful and difficult for you." I said, "Yeah, I miss my mother very much, but I'm doing okay." He said, "I can't imagine what that's like, but if wewe need to talk, I'm here." I said, "Thanks, Barry." Even my Marafiki in Sunday...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part Two

posted by Peaceandlove67

One day, I noticed that my mother wasn't uigizaji right. She was very pale and seemed lethargic. She also had a terrible cough. She went to the doctor and was diagnosed with pneumonia. She was later put in the hospital. The doctor alisema that things weren't looking good. It wasn't pneumonia; it was much worse. It was myocarditis. Suddenly, it happened. Her moyo stopped beating. The doctor tried to revive her, but to no avail. I still remember the chilling words like they were alisema yesterday: "Time of death: 11:32 pm." I did not want to believe I had Lost my mother. At first, I blamed the doctor...

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muziki Gave Me New Faith Part One

posted by Peaceandlove67

"God is a concept kwa which we measure our pain." I didn't always know au agree with this lyric from John Lennon's song, "God". However, I came to that point kwa the time I was twenty years old. I am one of the dissenters in the Bible Belt, but I wasn't always a, I guess wewe could say, rebel. When I was much younger, things were different, but seeing hypocrisy and hatred from Christians and unfortunate circumstances in my life changed everything. This is my story. I was born in 1996. Growing up in the Bible Belt, I was raised a Christian, particularly, a Baptist. I grew up without a father, but...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Final Part

posted by Peaceandlove67

I was beginning to lose hope in the idea of finding a friend. One day, something amazing happened. I saw that I was getting new neighbors. I saw a kid there who appeared to be around my age. I decided to go over and talk to him. I said, "Hi, I'm Winter. It's nice to meet you." He said, "Hi, Winter. I'm George. It's nice to meet you, too." I noticed he had a bit of an accent. I said, "That's a nice accent wewe have there." He said, "Thank you. I'm from Liverpool, England." I said, "Like the Beatles?!" He said, "Yes." Another Beatles fan! I knew we would get along! I talked with him for a little...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Five

posted by Peaceandlove67

I was always told that the sekunde siku of school is never as bad as the first. It's true. My sekunde siku of school wasn't as bad as the first. It was worse. One of the bullies poured some water on the floor just to watch me fall. I wasn't hurt, not physically anyway. What did I do to deserve that? I don't know. When I was walking to the bus, some of the other kids threw rocks at me. It really hurt. I came nyumbani crying. I had some cuts and bruises, but I was okay physically. Emotionally, I was the opposite. My aunt said, "Winter, try to see the good side. You're not hurt too badly. I'm sure you'll...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Four

posted by Peaceandlove67

Moving to Tennessee was bittersweet for me. I was closer to family members, but it was also a big adjustment. I lived in Illinois for the first twelve years of my life. When I started school, I tried to make some friends. A group of kids invited me to sit with them during lunch. "Hooray! New friends!" I thought to myself. I introduced myself. I talked about being from Illinois. To my surprise, they did not make fun of my accent. One of them explained, "You have that there Midwestern accent. It's the accent that doesn't offend nobody. That's why most of them newscasters are Midwestern." I said,...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Three

posted by Peaceandlove67

When I had entered the fifth grade, I was dreading it. I had heard rumors that the teacher was really mean. When I met her before school started, she seemed really nice. On the first siku of school, I was wearing one of my Beatles t-shirts. She noticed it, and she said, "Darling, I upendo wewe already!" I said, "Okay, then." She would take up for me all the time. The other kids often called me glasses. She heard them and said, "She has a name, guys. Her name is not glasses. It's Winter." There was one siku when another girl kept picking on me. I finally had enough and said, "I might look sweet and innocent, but that shit is for suckers, and I'm no lollipop." I looked at the teacher. She winked and said, "I heard nothing." I would have had her for the sixth grade, too, but unfortunately, I moved to Tennessee as soon as the school mwaka was over. We both cried. We promised to keep in touch with each other, and we've kept in touch to this day.

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part Two

posted by Peaceandlove67

When I got a little older, the mean nicknames started to fly. In the third grade, I got called chicken legs a lot. I don't know why. Chickens don't have long legs like mine, the last time I checked. Every time I'd walk through the hallways, someone would shout, "There goes chicken legs." I would remind them, "My name is not chicken legs. It's Winter." kwa the time spring came, I was so tired of being called chicken legs. One day, one of my classmates said, "Hey, chicken legs!" I said, "That's better than what wewe are." He said, "Oh, really? What am I?" I said, "You're a horse's ass." He didn't...

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The Cold and Warmth of Winter Part One

posted by Peaceandlove67

I was once asked, "If wewe could compare yourself to a literary character, who do wewe think you'd be?" I alisema that I see myself as the Ugly Duckling. I started out as a complete outcast, and I blossomed into a beautiful swan. This is a metaphor, of course. This is how my story goes. I was raised kwa my aunt and uncle. I never really knew my parents, as I Lost them at a young age. I was lucky that they took me in. If not for them, I would have been dumped in a orphanage. I knew that they loved me, but getting everyone else to like me was harder. The other kids picked on me all the time. I don't...

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Grace's Diary Final Chapter

posted by Peaceandlove67

May 18, 2012
Today was the last full siku of school. We had our annual awards ceremony today. Some of my Marafiki got awards for highest average in certain subjects. I didn't expect to get one. I wouldn't have minded if I didn't. But I did! I got the Model Citizen Award. Apparently, many of my fellow students alisema some good things about me. After school, I told John about it. He wanted to come, but he was out of town preparing for a tamasha with his band. He said, "I'm happy for you, Grace! wewe deserve it." I said, "Really?" He said, "Yes, really. When I picked wewe up from school, I met some of...

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Grace's Diary Chapter XX

posted by Peaceandlove67

April 6, 2012
Today was Good Friday. We got a siku off from school. I was walking down the mitaani, mtaa with John, and I saw Kimberly, the girl who betrayed me. I kept my head down, hoping she wouldn't notice me, but she did. She said, "Hey, Grace!" I said, "Hey, Judas!" John said, "Oh, so, that's the girl who stabbed wewe in the back." I nodded. She said, "You're not still sore at me, are you, Grace?" I said, "I forgive, but I never forget." Suddenly, John stuck it to her. He said, "How dare wewe do this thing to Grace! She had been nothing but nice to her, and wewe took her moyo and ripped it into...

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Grace's Diary Chapter XIX

posted by Peaceandlove67

March 12, 2012
I'm all better now. I can speak clearly. I am caught up with my school work. I talked with John today. He said, "I'm glad you're feeling better. I'm actually sick myself." I said, "Oh, no! What's wrong?" He said, "It's just a cold. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days." I said, "I hope wewe feel better." He said, "Thank you. The worst part is not being able to go to the recording studio with my mates. I hate that I can't do that. They told me that they won't go if I don't. I said, 'No, it's fine. I'll introduce my songs when I come back.' Allen said, 'Take care of yourself, John....

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Grace's Diary Chapter XVIII

posted by Peaceandlove67

March 11, 2012
I am sick again. This time, I have laryngitis. I cannot talk at all. I can only communicate through text messages. John came kwa the house. My aunt told him that I was sick. He came into my bedroom. I was excited to see him, and I tried to talk with him, but I couldn't get any words out. He said, "You don't have to talk, Grace. Just listen." I sat up. He said, "I brought wewe a little present." He reached in his bag and handed me a teddy bear. He said, "My grandmother made if for me when I was five years old." I texted, "John, I can't take this. It's something your grandmother made...