“BOMBSHELL TONIGHT!” (In my best Nancy Grace voice)

So Kockroach – oops – I mean Karrueche took to Twitter last night expressing that she is “done” with singer Chris Brown and that there will be “no baby mama drama” for her.

Since that tweet my Instagram timeline has been blowing up with posts from girls and woman expressing their sympathy and condolences to Kockr-uh-Karrueche and their disdain regarding how Chris Brown has treated her.

Now, I fully understand that it is human nature to relate, empathize, sympathize and socialize and I for one am all for women empowerment. But let’s be honest, is this “news” really that important?

I mean who cares if Miss Koochie and Brown aren’t together? Who cares if she slept with or is sleeping with Drake? Point is, tabloids and celebrity media have been around for decades but since social media came about things have been taken to a whole new unnecessary extreme.

These days people – especially the younger generation – pay far too much attention to and care way to much about regular sh** – allow me to reiterate – REGULAR SH**  that happens within the lives of these celebs.

People break up, cheat, make up and have babies outside of relationships every single day, (yes, believe it or not it’s true)! When is the last time you publicized your break up or had friends bash an ex for treating you oh so terribly via social media? I’ll bet seldom to never.

So why is my timeline on fire with a plethora of woman posting about “poor Karrueche”? Here’s another surprise for a few of you, “poor Karrueche” is rich. Yes y’all rich!! You mean you didn’t know?!

“Poor Karrueche” knew that Chris Brown was an abuser before they dated; “poor Karrueche” knew that CB had been unfaithful to her in the past and yet still made a conscious decision to continue to pursue a relationship with him. “Poor Karrueche” got lucky and fell into a celebrity’s bed which equals trips, fine dining and a Ferrari… Yes y’all poor Queen Kouchness.

What about the poor children in Africa still experiencing famine in unlivable conditions? What about the poor single mothers trying to get by while raising children on their own in a system created to keep them at a stagnant level of mediocrity? What about the working class like you and I being taxed waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyy too much while these celebs continue to live lavishly off of freebies and our hard earned money? What about this poor society that has been conditioned to push aside real life topics that should really matter, to instead dwell on these regular people we call celebs, (yes, they too hail from planet Earth).

If Kim K gets a new outfit, I hear about it. If baby North cuts a new tooth, I hear it about. Hell, if Blue Ivy falls and scrapes her knee that’s considered “breaking news”. Come oooooonnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Why is society so concerned about these elites who don’t give a damn about us? They just want to make sure their next album sells or that the movie they are starring is nominated for an Academy Award.  Someone please tell me the last time Karrueche did something for you or something that impacted your life. Something other than: fashion fads and “giving you life” by sleeping with your “dream man” Chris Brown? Don’t rush… I’ll wait….

To further my point, who really breaks up via Twitter or any form of social media for that matter? In my humble option, if you see this as fit means to end a relationship quite frankly you shouldn’t be in one, and should stay out of them until you’re able to deal with things like a mature sound minded human being capable of rationale. To be honest, tweeting a break up is quite juvenile and should only be expected and accepted from children 12 and under; maybe 13.

On top of that, whether good or bad; news is news to these celebs and it helps generate their popularity. This also adds desperate to my list of things to describe Miss Karutches.  Desperate for attention; which sadly too many of you have given her. This means she’ll probably never stop, and if/when she decides to get back with Brown I’ll be timeline spammed once again. Does Kakaface not possess enough of her own “star power” and charisma to generate a crowd on her own? Must she so desperately play on Chris Brown’s notoriety and fame in order to fan her rapidly diminishing flame? Can someone please tell me, what does Kockroach do? Someone please let me know. Apparently she’s a fashion designer, (her along with a million other Social Media Enthusiasts; except she slept with her sponsor). You ever see anyone on the red carpet talking about how their gown is a custom Karrueche dress? Nope; never heard of it.

Lastly, it really saddens my soul to the core to see just how far some of these girls and woman who do not know her will go!! This afternoon my cousin made a comment underneath one of the Kooch and CB posts on Instagram. She simply stated that there are much more prevalent issues at hand going on in the world, only to be bashed, called a hater, blocked, and unfollowed. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if they even reported her IG page. Apparently she seemed “Hella mad” and inquiring minds needed to know why she was so “mad”. I think it’s hilarious!!!!

The last time someone had something to say about or to you Miss @healthy_hair_journey was Kooche and her posse there to step in for you? Lol. Didn’t think so.

Social media is about sharing. There is a comment section for a reason. Don’t get offended. Just have a level-headed debate and/or sometimes just agree to disagree. Don’t get upset. Why you are you mad Miss @healthy_hair_journey ? If you ask me, sounds like @healthy_hair_journey is the ones who was mad, (literally and figuratively speaking) and for all the wrong reasons. Perhaps @healthy_hair_journey and her crew were/are far too narrow-minded and/or ignorant to comprehend.

In other real news, soldiers are still dying in a war we really don’t know much about, innocent children around the world are dying, famine still exists and the Earth still rotates around its own axis from West to East as it turns counter-clockwise.

Yes, social media is about freedom to voice ones thoughts, feelings etc. but is it too much to ask for some substance?

– Keisha N. Knibbs

Multiple Sclerosis Walk 2015

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Hello World!

My daddy, Michael Knibbs was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis, (MS) in 1998 after he’d suffered from one of his first MS attacks.

In 2012 we participated in the MS Walk as a family; however since then we have not been able to due to my dad’s condition worsening. In 2012 he was fully mobile with just the assistance of a cane. Now his gate is much more laboured and much slower and he can only walk very short distances with the assistance of walker.

My daddy, along with one-hundred thousand other Canadians live with MS and three more people are diagnosed every day. MS is unpredictable and can affect vision, hearing, memory, balance and mobility. Its effects can be physical, emotional and financial. Currently there is no cure but each day, researchers are learning more about what causes MS and are zeroing in on ways to prevent it. With your help, I want to do something for everyone who is living with MS!

I’ve registered as a participant for this year’s MS Walk to help raise funds for Canadians living with multiple sclerosis. My younger sister Kiana and I are team captains for our team we created; Team Full Joy.

Please help support my daddy, our Team Full Joy and the thousands of other Canadians battling MS by making a secure donation online or make a contribution to me in person…every little bit helps.

Click the link below to visit my personal page:

http://mssoc.convio.net/site/TR?px=1511676&pg=personal&fr_id=4101&s_locale=en_CA&et=nxzyIKMq6gmHtrFs7_RWMw&s_tafId=62786

Click the link below to view our team’s page:

http://mssoc.convio.net/site/TR?team_id=70180&pg=team&fr_id=4101&s_locale=en_CA&et=102kps_WVy1PDq0sfL1xqQ&s_tafId=62786

To find out more about the MS Walk, visit mswalks.ca.

Thank you in advance for your support!!!

I Think I Need a Shrink

I think I need a shrink

I just need to take a moment to think

And unbiased opinion

Someone to listen

While I yap about life

The good, bad, ugly, and my strife

Maybe cry, or get angry without anyone to tell me, “Hmmm, you’re usually so happy”

I think I need a shrink because everyone else’s shit is starting to stink

And quite frankly I’m beginning to sink beneath everyone’s

Dilemmas, plights, predicaments, and difficulties

Quandaries, distresses, misfortunes and anxieties

I want to fix it all, lend a helping hand, an ear, anything I can

How dare I put those before me say others

Don’t they know you have your own blunders?

But where would they be today had I not taken the time to say

Yes you can, you’re better than that; don’t let them turn you astray

Family is my weakness, close friends are too

“Yes, yes Keisha but what about you?”

What about me, I’m still living.

I’ve learned to cope, to deal, and to keep on forgiving

Maybe it’s forgiveness that keeps my soul sound

Or maybe it’s because I have an amazing cat around

Whatever it is, I think I need a shrink

I just want a moment to think

I need an unbiased opinion, someone who won’t talk; just listen

No judgement, No expectations No hums or haws

Just me, my shrink and our clause that states confidentiality

Cuz let’s face it the things I’ll tell her could ruin me

Not morally or socially but emotionally

I could suffer a breakdown on my shrink’s floor

Letting everything out that cannot be held in anymore

Pain, suffering, heartbreak, losses and hard times

Molestation, misdirection, and the corruption of an innocent mind

Divorce, financial woes, frenemies and foes

Life’s twists and turns, life’s up and downs

Life’s high and lows just true they don’t know what it’s like to me

Having this innate alacrity for anyone in my family tree

I need a shrink…

I think.

– Knibblettes

T’was the Night of the Turn Up!!!

T’was the night of the turn up and all through the house; not a creature was stirring, just this fly ass hard drinkin’ birthday mouse!
Her curls hung from her head top with care in hopes that the turn up soon would be there.

Binx Roy was nestled all snug in his bed, while visions of cat nip danced in his head.

Bashy in her hot dress and with a booty so fat, had concluded that this was indeed no time for a nap.

From outside the club there arose such a clatter, we sprang from the car to see what was the matter.

Away to the guest list line we flew like a flash, knowing it was the dance-floor we planned to mash.

The moon on Bashy’s 22 breast true her chest did ah show, gave lustre to her brown eyes wey did ah glow.

Then what to our wandering eyes did appear, but Ciroc, Champagne and a bottle of Belvedere!

A little ice in a glass we’re about to get lit, we knew in a moment that this would be it!

More rapid than a cougar that Ciroc vodka buzz came, as we whistled and shouted happy birthday again.

Now dash out! Now cock-up! Now whine pon a vixen! Pon di floor, pon di stair, pon di booth, whine pon any and any sinting!

From the top of the window, to the top of the wall! Now dash it out, dash it out, dash it out all!

High as the leaves we felt we could fly way up into the crisp, cold winter night sky.

So up to the DJ booth we flew, to request some Kartel, Demarco and Busy Signal too.

And then on the dance floor I heard through the speaker, “Position like dat!” this must be the Teacher!

As we cocked up and spun our bottoms around, ‘Dung In Her Throat‘ came on next through the sound!

Ashley whined all about and did ah cock-up her foot, dance fever ketch her and she couldn’t stay put!

Hands pon her knees while she ah sink in her back, she ah wine up herself to the riddim of RDX Kotch!

Her eyes how they twinkled, her giggle so merry! Booty so rosey and heart-shaped like a cherry!

On her face crept a grin drawn up like a bow, as she backed dat ass up; Wow, look at her go!

The end of a spliff Ash held tight in her teeth, true she look good and stay tight underneath!

Broad out!! Whine up and tuck in yuh belly! She ah whine pon Nona and ah whine pon Jelly.

Mi did ah whine up like sey it woulda good fi mi health. When di music lick me I juss can’t help miself.

The DJ spun the next tune with a nod of his head. Wooooooooooiiiieeee!! Jah know mi coulda split an go dung pon mi head.

The DJ spoke not a word but went straight to work, as we continued to party, dance around and twerk.

The lights came on and we temporarily froze, then continued to gambol and tip pon our toes.

Ash sprang to her feet and shot the whole team a “Queng!” We shut the club down, shut it down with a bang!

I heard Ashley exclaim as we left the club and went out of sight. “It’s my mother f**kin birthday and I had a great night!”

END

– Knibblettes

Passion

Passion: an intense desire or enthusiasm for something; a state or outburst of strong emotion, (Google). An emotion so strong and uncontrollable that sometimes the feeling has been so overwhelming that I’ve virtually been brought to tears. Having the knowledge of the upwards battle to come; that it will not come easy and can only be attained through blood, sweat, and tears is simply enough to make me cry. Nonetheless, still beyond worth it. Perhaps this is why the word passion is derived from the Latin word pati meaning suffer. You must first suffer before you can ever really prosper. In other words: “if yuh wan good yuh nose haffi run”.

Looking back on childhood I have numerous fond memories of my mom reading to me every day; story book upon story book. From the Bernstein Bears who taught life lessons, to Peter & Jane who taught me how to sound out words. By the time I was two I could recant the entire story of Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer from memory and had just begun to discover my love for reading and writing.

I would sit in washroom for hours on end just so I could finish a good children’s book in uninterrupted solitude. Steadfastly, trying to get through as many books as I could, for with each completed book I was rewarded with new stickers for my Sandylion Sticker Album, (which I endearingly refer to as my Sticker Book). And not just any stickers went into my Sticker Book, those big, shiny and glittery Sandylion stickers; sometimes even the fuzzy ones, (that is if I felt for the fuzzy ones that day). There was always an array to choose from: instruments, ballerina bears, hearts, shooting stars, rainbows and butterflies. Dinosaurs, unicorns, trees, milkshakes & burgers, fruits and every single animal and even insect you could imagine! They had Noah’s ark, birthday stickers, every single holiday, and even some that were phosphorescent. My mom definitely did an astounding job in a fun way of instilling in me that knowledge is power. “Never forget that intelligence rules the world and ignorance carries the burden. Therefore, remove yourself from ignorance and seek as far as possible to be intelligent” (Marcus Garvey).

I recall watching the weather girl Jennifer Valentyne read the news on Toronto’s morning show Breakfast Television and emulating her spiel: “Today’s high is 20 degrees Celsius, with the barometric pressure steady rising…” From then I knew that this was what I ultimately wanted to do. It wasn’t until rather recently that I truly realized that it is also what I need to do.

However, it’s taken each and every situation I’ve encountered thus far to bring me to this point. Nevertheless, I still look back on the time and years gone by because I was too apprehensive to follow my dream and as a result sometimes feel melancholy. I convinced myself that a career in journalism and politics was far too competitive and that I would graduate and have no success finding employment. Even though I’m proficient in English, French and Sign Language, I did what I find a lot of us are conditioned to do. I took the “safe” route or for a lack of a better word the “realistic” route; just as Malcolm X was advised to do by his teacher Mr. Ostrowski in his Senior high school year. Yet knowing his personal potential, Malcolm made a decision not to settle for mediocrity.

What I’ve observed is that society has conditioned us to become respectable upstanding members of our community in menial jobs. A very small percentage of us actually have the courage to embark on a quest to attain our wildest dreams. Those who have that courage to go after the seemingly unattainable – in my humble opinion – are the definitions of success. Had I encompassed the courage to go for it I wouldn’t have wasted time and money studying to become a teacher and then later studying to become a Law Clerk. I went after those things because they were of interest; but not my passion and as a result I ended up withdrawing from the programs. Yet like Malcolm X, I too have decided to throw my trepidation to the wind and have decided to be a part of that small percentile of success.

Since those college days I’ve done a lot of growing personally, spiritually and overall have come to a sense of direction – which I suppose comes along with the territory of maturing. It wasn’t until losing my Grandma to liver cancer Christmas day 2012 that I began to fully understanding what life is really about. That was my pivotal moment.

Having six children back then, (one of which was just a baby) during her quest for success my Grandmother sewed children’s undergarments, clothes and sold peanuts in Kingston’s Coronation Market in order to attain her personal success. Her success story was emigrating from Jamaica to Canada. Even when she couldn’t find adequate childcare that did not stop her. Instead she prayed to God that her customers would come to her instead and began to hang her pieces in her veranda and window for passers-by’s to see. Just as God would have it and just as she had prayed it; people came. My Grandmother’s passion of choice was a better life for herself and her children. So as the story goes, she got things in order to migrate, and saved up her shillings she’d earned working to come to Canada. My Grandma, Edelta Balga Smith – affectionately known as Gloria – is a testimony of success. She went through rough times, trials and tribulations but by the seventies she’d managed to migrate with her six children to Toronto, Canada and was blessed again with the birth of her last and seventh child.

Subsequently, I’ve yet to obtain my definition of success. In no way am I downplaying myself as I’ve been effective and prosperous career wise thus far having worked for two of Canada’s leading banks, (Bank of Montreal and CIBC) as well as several other Financial Intuitions, but I have yet to be successful; at least to my definition of the word.

I’ve always had a deep-rooted, almost spiritual connection with Jamaica from when I was a young child. I remember always having a strong feeling that Jamaica was essentially home; I still do. I owe this connection to my father for immersing me in our culture by taking me to Jamaica countless times. Although I absolutely love the renovated airport, I miss waking directly off the plane, down the stairs and onto the tarmac at Norman Manley International and taking in that first breath of Jamaica air. Jamaica has so much potential and it saddens me to see our people literally aspire to leave. I would love to help make positive changes, a visible difference to better Jamaica. Over the decades I’ve seen Jamaica evolve and I’m so pleased to see my country of heritage progress. I want to leave my footprint in the evolution of Jamaica; our beautiful country has so much more to offer. Jamaica has been sought out as a staple as early as the 1600’s when Port Royal was still teeming with pirates and racketeers.

Thus I have concluded that studying political sciences and journalism will allow me the opportunity to not only help improve a nation but finally achieve success through pursuing my passions.

Piano and I

Solitude as I compose my life’s soliloquy

Secretly soul-searching sustainability

G minor is my major

G major is my minor

Music is my muse

My feelings expressed through music notes G to G.

I continue my melodic pursuit

Drifting key to key from sea to sea,

Desperately seeking serenity

My piano and I

G major is my minor

G minor is my major

Lost in the melodic journey

As my fingers take me

Further and further into my own biosphere

Where there is no fear

My Piano and I

G minor is my major

G major is my minor

Soaring high above those ivory keys

Chords resonating A C E G

Reminding me that life is a song

As long as a melody plays I can go on

Solitude as I compose my life’s soliloquy

Secretly soul-searching sustainability

G minor is my major

G major is my minor

Music is my muse

My Piano and I

– Knibblettes

Help Wanted!

I need me a secretary

You see I am everyone’s secretary, and I have spread myself quite thin

I need me a secretary so that I can stay afloat and swim

I need me a secretary God knows I do

I’m so caught up doing things for Tom, Dick, Harry and you

I need me a secretary to help manage my secretarial workload

And what’s funny; secretary isn’t even the profession I chose

Oh you have a knack, oh you do this great, and oh I need your help because this can’t be late

I need me a secretary to tell people I’m not taking any calls

To act as my ambassador while I hide away behind these four walls

I need to resign as the community secretary and look for something new

But my heart won’t let me because then what would you do?

So until I have the heart to quit this unpaid job

Secretarial help is what I’ll continue to pray for to God

I need me a secretary

– Knibblettes

Beginning Blogging…

Hello World,

My name is Keisha and I am a 28 year old Bilingual, (French and English) 1st generation Canadian/Jamaican working for the Ontario Governemnt. It’s a great job to have, yet sadly it is not my passion.

I am an aspiring journalist (print, radio, TV – you name it) and I’ve decided to begin blogging because all the stories, poems and novellas swimming around in my mind are liable to cause an information overload which may cause my brain to combust. I also figured it’s a great way to begin writing in order to diversify my portfolio, (and I’m almost quite certain that my Instagram followers may be getting tired of the LONG winded captions I tend to leave after posting a pic).

Thus I’ve decided to share with the World Wide Web and I hope my readers enjoy the small glimpse into my world and thoughts through my literature as I strive to find my blogging niche.

Ta-ta for now!

Keisha N. Knibbs