What is Evolution?

“We began as a mineral.
We emerged into plant life, and into the animal state, and then into being human, and always we have forgotten our former states, except in early spring when we slightly recall being green again.
That’s how a young person turns towards a teacher.
That’s how a baby leans toward the breast, without knowing the secret of its desire, yet turning instinctively.
Humankind is being led along an evolving course, through the migration of intelligences, and though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are.”
— The Story of Evolution
Rumi, 13th Century


Hater Quota Exceeded!

Yesterday was a day that held a rude awakening for me, well not exactly an awakening as I was always aware of this inherent power that I possessed, but what I was not aware of was to what extent. It was a day full of promise, not exactly, I had two tasks to complete, one at 3:30 the other after and I was determined to merely carry out these tasks and have a normal day. Little did I know what the fates had in store for me.

So i'm walking along my merry way, on Duke street trying to find East Queen street, after travelling down and then realising that I was going in the wrong direction. Then I see a friend of mine, we exchange minor greetings and I tell him I'm trying to find the Bryan's photo studio on East Queen's street. He then suggests that I speak to his supervisor who, I figure, would be able give directional assistance for my journey.

After explaining my dilemma to this supervisor, who will remain nameless, he then offers to carry me in his company vehicle to my destination. Needless to say I chose the A/C'd mobility over the pedestrian traverse, after all I am no fool. Small talk ensued. Names exchanged. He asks for a contact number, I swiftly avoid the question. Then here it comes.

"Where are you from?"

"What do you mean by where am I from exactly? like a geographical location?" I reply, quite perturbed.

Please bear in mind that the Nadya that I am and have always been would have swiflty responded with "Unda mi modda, weh else?" But a lesson I learnt under the tutelege of my mother is that 'when yuh han inna lion mout, tek time...draaaaaaaaw it out' and so I refrain from my feisty comeback and respond with "Kingston, St. Andrew".

It was as if this mampy of a man could not take a hint. He then had the audacity to ask me for an address. Now I was always told never to speak to strangers... much less shell out my address to them, so I once again very diplomatically told him "in the general barbican area".

Mi cacafaaat! Ah yassuh now story come to boooom!

The man start mek up one bag of noise bout how him tink seh some ting wrong wid ME and how mi a gwaan like mi nice and a guh roun him question.
Bout if him did know seh mi did mad den...

Suh mi seh "Yuh shoulda ask mi dat fus! Cause mi ooda well an tell yuh seh a MAD MI MAD! and mi deh pon medication!"

All the while transporting me down Duke Street and wishing that him never did meet me!

Now a little backtrack my readers, when I had first encountered my friend on the road (who is now sitting behind me in the moving vehicle) I had already passed the vehicle with the supervisor and it was HE who signalled to my friend for me to have conference with him ALSO I was very much wearing my t-shirt which clearly states STAY SINGLE. Could I have made my intentions for the day any more succint? I think not your honor.

Back to the story. As we now approach Bryan's studio the man, who is still tracing me off while I laugh after him and ask him if he's serious, makes the statement that inspired this blog entry.


Yes ladies and gentlemen, that is exactly what he said. He HATED every bone in me, the ones he spoke to and the ones he didn't apparently.

Now you must be wondering, what else did Nadya seh to dis man dear God dat woulda upset him suh? Sumting deh deh shi nah tell wi! I promise you I have divulged every last morsel of information about this encounter and have concluded that this man must have problems getting women and poor me, poor innocent me, was the last straw to break this shrek-looking camels back.

Then it dawned on me on a more personal level, after I laughed in the man's face again and thanked him for the ride, wishing him and his family all the best, that this was not the first and probably would not be the last time that someone has told me they hated me. Albeit not a stranger and certaintly not after 10 minutes of conversation, not to mention every last bone in me. But yes, I've been hated on before. I've been told to stink my finger in a socket, threatened, told to jump off of a building etc. and it had me wondering.

What is it that I have done on this earth to warrant such hate? I am such a lovable person after all. Rambunctious yes, but all I do is bring joy to the world one day at a time. And then I realise that I really don't give a fuck, never had and probably never will.

In the words of the wise Nastradamus:
(8) You can hate me now, but I can't stop now and I won't stop now, You can hate me now(8)

So while I relent in the fact that maybe EVERYONE doesn't heart Nadya, it has proved that I do have the immense ability to stir anothers emotions into such turmoil that the only word they can think to describe it is HATE.
Pretty damn good if I may say so myself.

I am just one step closer to taking over the world.



  1. was nas or p diddy? people hate for different reasons I guest you bring out the hate

  2. DWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    he might have expected a more positive response to his overtures do to the fact that he had offered you a ride in 'A/C'd' comfort

    'With Much power comes much responibilty'

  3. Owen, it was actually both Nas and Diddy...welcome to my random rantings and occasional stories...yes I have been known to anger ppl to levels of hate, but this one was different because it was completely unintentional and in such a short space of time as well.

    Seeker, if is dat was his ploy then him obviously never hear bout me before, mi never cyarry him suh mi wasn gwine bring him nowhere by keeping up any facade, mi coulda well an walk mi ass to Bryan's all by myself...but as my mother always seh...liberty comes through carelessness!

  4. I take rejection pretty well but the only time a girl that brought me to hate was when she played coy for months before breaking down and letting a brother know straight up.

  5. affectedly modest or shy especially in a playful or provocative way
    showing marked and often playful or irritating evasiveness or reluctance to make a definite or committing statement; "a politician coy about his intentions"
    modestly or warily rejecting approaches or overtures; "like a wild young colt, very inquisitive but very coy and not to be easily cajoled"

    best explain through poetry

  6. wow...and here I was thinking it was sushi...

  7. AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAA, DWL!!! This is HISterical! Cuz the other day,due to the ridiculousness that is Bahamas, i was forced to hitch a ride b/c bus stop run at 6. Me and my fren get a ride wid these 2 guys, after giving us 'the interview'- "what yu name, where yu from, when yu leaving, yu have a man"..." Alicia, Jamaica, next week, yes" after continued attempts on their part to set up further interactions failed the men reached their destination, which is still a good ways from ours, and tell us oh, they would carry us all the way, but since we seh we have a man... I never even give him a chance to finish him sentence b4 jumping out , what him tink i was going to say? "Oh now that u put it that way, i dont..." If u cant give me a lift out of the goodness of ur heart, dont bother. So sad

  8. Men and their egos...I could write a book...and I think I will...

  9. No man mi a dead! "mampy of a man" LMAO

    Oh Nadyer, how could everyone not heart you... hayderrrss

  10. yes "mampy of a man" you shoulda see him too...weh yuh seh? (8)miggle fingers in the...miggle fingers in the...miggle fingers in the air for the hayders(8)

  11. Oh stop with all that Chamness, now I'm blushing :$ :D


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Our Deepest Fear by Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."