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Deserted in the Oasis (Part 2)

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The sun was high in the sky by the time Jasmine regained consciousness. She sat up slowly squinting while she rubbed the sand grains off her face and forearms. She looked around again, dismayed that all her hard work over the last week had been ruined by what was indeed a sandstorm. The temporary shelter she had erected was  scattered everywhere, sand grains had encroached on the space she had meticulously cleared and swept and most importantly that which she had feared had come upon her.   When Jasmine had seen five horses carrying men wearing white robes with...

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A Desert in the Oasis (Part I)

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Once upon a time there lived a young lady who was a nomad. Her name was Jasmine and today was her birthday. It was more significant than any other birthday because Jasmine had reached the “age of maturity” and therefore certain protocols had to be observed. Today was the day she prepared to separate from her entire family. Based on their nomadic culture Jasmine was required to become fully independent no later than two moons after this particular birthday. Over the course of her lifetime her family had relocated every five years, this fifth move...

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Happy Birthday to Me – A Tree Is A Tree Is a Tree

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A few weeks ago it was my birthday. I did not tell my friends, I did not post pictures or words. I did not celebrate myself or invite others to do so. I did not make any sort of deal about it, because I was ashamed. A year had passed and I did not feel like I had enough to show for it, so I tiptoed around the momentous occasion. Facebook reminded me as did other platforms, but I hoped no one would remember and not too many did.   When enough time had passed and the...

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Mirror Mirror On The Wall

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The mirror hanging on the wall in the hallway is haunted. It has a voice. It says things every time I walk past it. It says things every time I pause in front of it. It never stops saying things. Sometimes these things are minor, “You know you’re not a lipstick person, are you sure you want to slap on that Ruby Woo today?” Or, “Why so serious? Crack a smile every once in a while.”   Other times it says things of greater significance, “What are you even getting dressed up for today? You should have...

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Road Rage and One Foot on the Brake

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On this one slightly uphill road, at this one exit, at this one traffic light – I purposefully piss people off. I hear the honking, see them trying to maneuver bigger cars into smaller spaces behind me out of frustration, and I don’t care. If I’m being honest, I inch closer to the edge so they can't make it past me. I am paying forward my past frustrations. With one foot on the brake I force the lesson I learned the hard way on them in an easier fashion. They just don’t know it yet.   I waste...

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The F Word

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Event after event Opportunities after another And so the story went From one decision to another   I wish the knocking would stop Every time I get up I wish the confidence remained Then I would be willing to try again   But I find the curious case Of when I set about a new endeavor The knocking gets louder Once I move outside the known perimeter   Then my temperature rises As I leave my comfort zone It's so uncomfortable I'd much rather be left alone   The application lay before me I entered the first few fields But then began to calculate The odds and the yield I heard my other colleagues say The application was competitive Those planning...

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I Had A Dream that Woke Me Up

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It was a Wednesday afternoon and she was sat at her desk with the sunlight reflecting off her computer screen. The ringing phone pierced the rhythmic hum of the computer monitors and she jolted and sat up with a start. The wheels of her chair spun and her chair tilted at a dangerous angle. She steadied her feet tucked into her favorite brown pumps, sat upright and tried to understand what was going on.   The shrill sound of the ringing phone continued to disrupt her thoughts. With her back straight and her arms suspended above her...

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Teaching Women to Aspire to Marriage

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'Be strategic about your dreams Don’t just wake up and start doing anything You must dream with your future in mind You must consider everything How does a husband fit into this? And what about your kids? You must ask yourself these questions Before you begin to dream   You must dream responsibly You cannot simply do what you like Don’t undertake anything That will sabotage you becoming a wife   Are you sure you want to be a pilot? You will always be flying around How can you run the race? When your feet are never on the ground? Where will the man even see you When you’re always on the fly? And even...

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It’s Your Party – DJ If You Want To!

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I had lost control over my own body. My limbs were betraying my initial intentions. It seemed I no longer had a say over an activity I had scheduled myself. Without realizing it my right hand reached out and impatiently tapped the speed button. What had begun as a run at the speed of '8' was down to a ‘5.4’ and getting lower every few seconds. I silently encouraged myself, “You can do it girl. You’re strong. You’re fast. Tired? What’s that?”   Yet body betrayed me further. My heart pounded in my chest and my legs...

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A Mile in Her Shoes

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Navigating to the Finish Line I was practically sprinting down the street. I was in a hurry. Dodging puddles left behind from the morning rain I weaved through passersby and tourists who didn’t really seem to have a particular destination in mind. I on the other hand did. It was graduation season. Everywhere I looked there were purple robes hung carelessly over the shoulders of carefree students, stuffed into their handbags, slung over their arms. The mood was carefree and celebratory. Individuals called out to one another and strangers wished anyone with the purple cape ‘congratulations!’   The...

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