My legs may not walk as they should,
and my eyes may not see,
my ears may not hear as they should,
and my mouth may not speak,
my nose may not breathe as it should,
and my arms may not reach,
but I am not flawed,
and certainly not disabled,
I am differently-abled,
earth angel on a special mission
to create, heal and inspire,
and whether you know it or not,
or love and understand me,
what a beauty that is!
Accessibility/convenience and the portrayal of differently-abled persons in the media, especially in movies, must be looked into in Nigeria. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to see an actor play the role of a person with cerebral palsy if there are people with the condition who are looking to perform but have never been given a chance. I will personally rubbish your movie on any platform that I get a chance to. Fight me.
From the classrooms to the stores to the public vehicles, the structures that are in place are rather poor, most of the people are terribly insensitive, and the environment is rather hostile to differently-abled persons. This goes for several other African and Asian countries too.
I am assessing the size of your eyes
and the magnificence of each,
the crevices of your earlobes,
the shape of your nose,
the way it gorgeously sits on your face,
the curves of your lips,
your beautifully-sculpted cheeks,
the way your tongue dances
in your mouth as you speak.
“Yes, I’m listening to you.”
Every part of you,
and every detail of you.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
If you can sincerely find
someone or something else beautiful,
especially one that is often considered otherwise,
without an iota of doubt,
you are beautiful too.
Isn’t it a crying shame, darling,
that you worry so much about being beautiful,
so much so that you don’t know how good it is to be.
You don’t enjoy the beauty of being,
and you don’t know what beauty is,
or perhaps you do,
you see the beauty in other people clearly,
but go blind when you see yourself.
Do you just see beauty,
or do you feel it?
Do you hear it?
Do you know it?
You can write about “nothing”
but you can’t write about nothing.
Your writing is beautiful,
and most importantly,
it’s a part of your soul;
and you should never compare it to anyone else’s.
Love and improve your own work.
Painted by Konstantin Razumov
Do they have beautiful faces
but ugly minds?
Well, you can call them beautifools.
They only make friends with Mirrors-
friends who don’t care about the soul,
friends who don’t care about the real self,
vain friends who are as blind as bats.
Why do I call them Mirrors?
Mirrors only tell you how beautiful you look;
they don’t tell you how beauty-full you are.
Beautifools place mirrors in their bags,
and walk with mirrors by their sides.
They only see what they want to see
and hear only what they want to hear.
True beauty lies in the heart;
don’t be a beautifool,
and don’t make friends with one.
Even if you are not full of beauty,
since no one is,
but be the best you that you can be.
True beauty comes from the heart;
through the mouth and the hands.
Let your beauty be perceived;
let your beauty be seen.
In Japan, ceramics are not thrown away when they are broken/shattered. Instead, they are repaired through an ancient practice called kintsugi (金継ぎ), or kintsukuroi (金繕い), and it literally means golden (“kin”) repair (“tsugi”). The broken pieces are attached together with precious metal– liquid gold, liquid silver or lacquer dusted with powdered gold, and the bowl, cup or whatever the ceramic is, is beautifully enhanced after the process.
The Japanese art of kintsugi teaches that broken objects are not to be hidden. Instead, they are to be displayed with pride.
What we can all learn from this is that we can heal beautifully if we allow ourselves to go through the process. It’s up to us to decide whether we want to dispose ourselves- our desires for love, happiness, success and good change- or choose to heal our wounds with liquid gold, irrespective of how much it hurts.
Scars from our healing are not to be hidden. The saying “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” definitely applies here.
Painted By Tim Okamura
“How do I look?”
Before I ask you that question, my first question to you would be “how do you look?”
If I don’t know how you see things, how you see me, how you think, why you choose to think the way you think, your opinions would not matter so much to me. Your opinions on how I look would be just that, your opinions, not what really is, and I would not react to it like it is the all-in-all truth about me.
If you think a well made up face makes a woman attractive, or very long hair, or an hour-glass shape, and I don’t have any of those, I’m never going to be up to standard to you.
This should apply to every other sphere of your life too. If you are watching the news, for instance, be very conscious of the fact that Fox News would narrate occurrences or explain issues differently from MSNBC. They are not owned by members of the public, and there are private interests who want you to see things in certain ways that benefit them.
Before you take someone’s opinion on how you look, be sure that they can see, that they can really see you, and that they can see beyond whatever is before them.
Listen to how they think you look, but be conscious of how they look, and how they see.
Life is beautiful,
but it’s not beauty full.
Find beauty in whatever you can;
create beauty however you can.
There are lots of good things
to do and see;
there’s enough love and joy
for you and me.
Were there terrible men and women in your lives,
relatives or non-relatives, at any point,
who found it pleasing to compare your beauty to someone else’s,
in order to get to you and make you think less of yourself
or get you to agree to whatever perversion they wanted to try with you.
“You are fine but not as fine as your mother; why are you feeling yourself?
Remove your skirt, let me see your legs” and such.
I bring you healing. You are beautiful, and I’m not just trying to patronize you. Don’t ever let anyone determine what you think of yourself.