Nikao Faith
Stories (3/0)
One Pair of Shoes
My most significant memories of childhood center around contributions made by a protective mother and the lack thereof from an absentee dad. My Mother is a head strong island woman. My dad on the other hand is one who, from the time I met him, wondered aimlessly through life for much of his life without any specific positive direction. In retrospect, I believe I owe my determination to survive to my mother and my ability to walk away from situations at the drop of a hat is thanks to my dad. Nevertheless, I remember vividly how Mother would bend over backwards to provide and protect me and my brothers. There were times in my childhood I felt like I would choke from Mother’s protection. She did not give me what I wanted and there were times, we had confrontations about what I thought I was entitled to have. My necessities always prevailed because she always won those battles. I grew up feeling unappreciative for what Mother did for me, at least, until as a single parent I struggled with my own children’s educational, medical and other expenses. From childhood until college age, my accepted norm for family life was having my Mother provide for me and my siblings. To this, there was one exception to the rule, one pair of shoes.
By Nikao Faith7 years ago in Families
Shifting Perspectives
In analyzing situations, regrettably, by the process of deduction, I concluded that it all looked unfavorable. Thoughts of regular bills mounting, new bills surfacing weekly, questionable developments in health, lacking the wherewithal to provide assistance to loved ones who were in need and, the list goes on.
By Nikao Faith7 years ago in Longevity
A Pretty Woman's Practical Guide
From the time I was a little girl, having the ability to comprehend upwards to the age of 40 odd, I have been and still am called a pretty girl. Just the other day, while leaving the grocery store with my bags in hand someone that I did not know yelled from across the parking lot “Hey pretty girl, need some help?” While some persons may not say anything complimentary, there are still stares and looks to contend with. I have also gotten the impression that I am sized up on occasion which may or may not be followed up by questions about my nationality, my hair (and whether it is “real”) and/or even my age. It is simply amazing at times that persons become so enthralled by the outside that certain personal questions regarding my physical appearance roll off their tongues before they, apparently, have a chance to think twice about them. This can be awkward to say the least. Frequently and effortlessly becoming the focus of someone’s attention in a moment is something I have become accustomed to my entire life. Many may think that I am being conceited by openly confessing that I have always been called a “pretty girl.” However, there are compelling positive reasons I have chosen to share what I have learned in my journey as a self-proclaimed “pretty girl.” Personally, I have always felt like the old cliché that “beauty is skin deep” are words worth living by. I have prided myself on trying to develop a good heart as I have matured from a pretty girl into what I would refer to as a full blown pretty woman. I would like to provide some practical tips to assist other pretty women on how to stay down to earth.
By Nikao Faith7 years ago in Longevity