Inanimate Objects

I don't see men as objects.
They walk, they talk, they run.
Men are not things.
They have feelings.
They think, they reason, they solve problems.
They are necessary.
For repopulation and the continuation of the line, Patriarchy.
It is wrong to treat men as if they are disposable.
Because they are not.
They are caring beings who demand respect.

However they are not your master.
Your relationship with them should be equal and balanced.
It is not healthy to constantly be at war with the masculine in everything.
Symbiosis is key.
Mutually beneficial.
Harmony is therefore achieved.
Love.

Men are not toys.
And they are certainly not boys.

Men protect and serve. They allay fears.

Men do not use or abuse.
Sado-Masochism is a deviation from true Union.

Who is to be blamed? When the third leg rules the brain.

It's not that I think men are merely useful models with great appendages but it's this awareness within myself that what they have is what I need.

And I become slightly possessive. Desirous even, of that one thing a woman always wants but can never truly have
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enough batteries.


brought to you by the sacral chakra of

Nadya Dee

Separation

Partner sought for vast creative endeavour. Global plans. Unlimited compensation. Immediate responsibilities include maintenance of a large property, care and authority over all kinds of creatures --flying, walking, creeping, crawling. 

Objective: teamwork, companionship and balance. 

Male only. 

The above is a slight modification of an insightful passage I read amidst the book of Genesis in my Student Bible. 

Yes, I read the Bible. 

Yes, the world is coming to an end soon.

Yes, you're gunna burn.

 REPENT! 

Moving right along...

This particular passage was discussing the role of women in the Bible specifically the Pentateuch a.k.a. the Torah. This state of enmity always stirs up in me feelings of resentment. 

From that cursed serpent to the preoccupation with the patriarchy as is evidenced in the good book women tend to be continuously classified as "less than" and not equal to their male counterparts. 

I reject this fallacy and here's why: Ma'at. Balance. All things being Equal.

Inequality seems to be a side-effect of the knowledge of good and evil. An awareness of the infinity of One.

Original sin separated us from Him.  

Only the Mind of God can conceptualize One in All and All in One. 

As I strive to be more like Her, be closer to Her, I see that She is Pure Light and so am I. 

The Beginning and the End. Aleph-Tav.

What is there to fear when it has ALLready been written? 

Selah. 

iNi

NadYa Dee

Things Left Behind

Happy New Year Ones and ones 

To date it's been almost half a year since I left Japan. 

Yup, 6 months since I've been back home. 

And boy have I been enjoying the cool Jamaican Xmus breeze after a nice warm day at the beach.

 You never know what you have until it's returned to you, right?

Which brings me to the topic of todays blog, I guess. 

Things left behind.

Like the life, things and relationships I gained and cultivated while I was in Japan. 

People I may never see again. Things I will never feel or experience again. 

Ichi-go ichi-e (一期一会, literally “one time, one meeting”) 

Almost 2 years later, my tattoo takes on such a greater meaning to me now.

As I gently traverse through the Book of Genesis I am reminded of Lot's wife being warned to never look back.
Her fate: A pillar of salt.

However, despite extremely dire circumstances, I've found it necessary to glance back from time to time and give thanks for the road I have travelled thus far.

Triumphs and failures, all my own.

Things collected and things I had to leave behind.

The good news is that in this day and age of advancing technology and transportation it has become increasingly easier to keep in touch with loved ones and such.

Contact is just a skype call/ FB message away.

A glimmer of hope.


iNi

looks back to move forward.

Lost Post

I wrote a Matey story the other day. Published it. Then lost it. 

Could this be a sign? I'm not sure. But what I do know is that I really need to start archiving the fruits of my labours; manifestations of my creative mind. If only to avoid frustration. 

For those of you who did get to read it. Consider yourself LUCKY! 

Alas. I suppose I have to return to the drawing board on this one. 

Maybe tomorrow. 

Sigh. 

iNi

uses disappointments as stepping stones

Nadya Dee

Matey Queen

I (and this blog) were recently featured on Christopher 'Johnny' Daley's show on Di Endz nationwide fm on the subject of "Matey" .

Apparently I'm some sort of an expert. I wasn't aware.  What will my mother think? *gasp* 

Any ways, on Friday January 13, the topic was "Secrets to tekking a girl man" and they asked me for my "expertly" opinion. As soon as I get a copy I'll post a link to it so you can listen. 

But before I get into the retelling  of this story let me once again disclaim that I have never and have no plans to tek a girl man.  For the record. Unequivocally. 

I mean seriously. Why tek a man anyways? I consider myself more of a borrower. I always return them to their rightful owner(s).  

And without casting certain blame on the main provocateur in this situation I.e. the men let me just make one thing clear:

The grass is always greener on the other side. Men always want what they can't have. Until they have it. Then suddenly they want something else. Hopping from green pasture to green pasture. Like praedial larcenists. And because they are all cowards they don't have the common decency to make a clean break and move on. No. They keep stringing women along.  

And we as women let them. Yes. We do. We allow them to keep up their shenanigans because scientific empirical  data has found that there are less men than women. And fewer good single successful men at that.

 So what else are we left  to do but share? I mean Sharing is Caring.

Its just a question of who u willing to share and why. 

But for those of you out there who share my sharing sentiments always remember to return to lender. 

Or else you'll end up in a situation like Tanya here beggin wifey to take back her man. 

(Phone Conversation)

Tanya: Hello, Natalie? This is Tanya.

Natalie: Tanya who? You mean Tanya who tek meh man and gwaan like she waan broke fight pon mi pon top ah it?!

Tanya: But Natalie datta when me was young and foolish.....

Natalie: Foolish?! That was last year! 

Tanya: But people change...

Natalie: No change! No, I don't waan hear it!

--Hold On-

Verse 1:

Back inna day me an me friend dem used to move ex

cut and go tru das how deh crew used to flex

any man we see and we waan we jus tek

gyal talk too hard get ah kick inna she neck well

couple of times you used to call me pon de phone 

cuss me how fi left your husband alone

ah jus now me ah fully understand 

why me really need fi leave your man

cuz him refuse to look wuk so his pockets stay bruck

cant mash ah ants but him want to chuck 

you say you really love me nah fight dat 

wifey please come tek him back

Chorus:

And you can find im clothes dem pon de lawn

if when you come you nuh see me me gone

'cause me no love how yuh man ah peform

so, tek him back, wifey, tek him back

Look how me used to brag and show off

down inna de end you have de last laugh

even if it even means dat mi haffi pop off

you ah go tek him back, wifey, tek him back

you betta tek him ( repeat), you haffi tek him back (repeat), you betta tek him back ( repeat)

Verse 2:

Me tink him was ah de toppa de top even bottom ah top

Ah him friendly wid every piece ah ice imma rock

ah tell me bout him have ah drop-top and ah yacht

meh caan believe ah gyal like me fall fi dat!

if me nevah did so vex me woulda find it funny

when me ready fi spend and find out him nah have no money

Free paper wa me geh him meh have to turn down buddy

me ah givim back to you cuz him ah really your honey

Me look kinda magga widdim , himm look kinda cute

but youfi really have im cuz you have him youth

say you realy love him but me nah fight dat

wifey, please, come tek him back!

Chorus

Verse 3:

Well ah de 1st rule ah shopping 

let de buyer beware

be careful how yuh tek a gyal man go dere

yuh might grab someting when she jus about fi dash

cuz one gyal treasure is anudda gyal trash

me notice certain likkletrend datta gwaan

man alwayz look betta inna de nex gyal arms but im neva fail soon as de nex gyal gone

de newness rub off and de man lose de charm

When de clothes dem reach de lawn

You woulda pray to God him would pack and gwaan

have a cute face but him nah perform so tek him back

wifey tek him back

Look how me used to brag and show off

down inna de end you have de last laugh

if it even me say me haffi pop off

you haffi tek him back 

yuh betta tek him back

LOLz. I heart this song! 

As far as I and I am concerned as Marion Hall so righty put it: If him lef a nuh my pussy fault...dwl.

iNi 

 should start up a matey counseling service. 

Tightly yours

Your Mate, 

Nadya Dee

Ownership

The ego is a tricky little bastard. First it establishes a firm identity within your true self. Then it starts claiming rights to things. Names, people, places, thoughts, actions are all manifestations of this outer Self. 

Unfortunately, as we attempt to return to our True Self we become obsessed with ownership. Clingy and unforgiving. Unrelenting. We conspire on a daily basis to get more things. And we keep them locked away. Mine. Not yours. 

A greed that fed famines and watered droughts centuries before we would and could ever re-encounter our True Self. A greed that profited on the poverty of nations. 

Ownership is a disease and Greed, its exacerbation. 

When the truth is that any and everything in existence today belongs to all of Creation. Not one thing, person, entity can truly OWN that which belongs to us all. 

The earth, the seas, the mango trees ALL belong to the Universal Energy which evolves through the Eternal I. 

Be wary of how, when and why you use the words me and mine. There is only one I and it exists in everything. 

So if you own something then so does I and anything that I owns also belongs to you. 

The genesis of all of our problems on this planet today is an egotistical inflammation. An unwillingness to give and to share. To truly love, exponentially. 

Without falter.

Without fear. 

iNi 

owns nothing and everything

NadYa Dee 

Self-Healing

For the past week I've been out of commission, so to speak. Afflicted with an unknown yet havoc-wreaking ailment I engaged in a rigorous routine of Self-Healing I.e. bitching, whining, moaning and a bit of flatulence for good cheer.

In all seriousness, propelled by a deep desire to not give Babylon (a.k.a the Medical profession, the pharmaceutical industry and anyone else who loves to see black ppl suffer) my money I decided to ride the pain out. Hoping desperately that it wasn't something chronic and/or fatal.

Much to my delight I have discovered that less than desirable eating habits, dropsy, swift temperature changes and a considerable pounding can lead to, well, all sorts of ailments and consequently the need to Self-Heal.

I must give all glory and thanks to the Creator for granting me the gift of recovery, The Full Moon whose radiance inspires my inner light to continuously shine, herbs for being simply magical and the wisdom of my immune system.

Imagine how stagnant evolution would be without our individual abilities to heal our selves.

InI

Giving eternal thanks for health and healing

Nadya Dee

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