ON THIS DAY 6 years ago Mervelee Ratty Nembhard S10 · Shared with Public Wo/Man a Plan & God a WipeOut! 15. 9.2015 No1 could wipe the biggest grin off my face 2day after the horrors I’d experienced the past weeks. I was praising God, Jah-Rasta-Far-I, & all the other Deity that is worshipped out there. I was motivated after reading Carole Ann Rice’s article in the Daily Express to fight the negativity called FEAR that Enslave us if we are not strong & live up to our convictions not to be Cowered by those who are Moral Cowards.
On Sunday Tom & I had 1 almighty row & the biggest bust-up since we met 14+ years. I was mad as hell when he let his fear of what they are trying to do to me get the better of him & lost his better judgments. The poor man was so concerned and overcome with fear of what they could do to me that he told me I should take my CRB in for them to copy. My poor Tom didn’t know what hit him when I got Dutty & kick-off as I let rip left, right & centre. Sorry, it had to take supn like this for him to know exactly who I am & he will not dare cross me again as long as we both shall live. But it hurts like hell to know these evil wretches/brutes can be doing this to my Family & I. By the time I got up about 5 o’clockish on Monday morning & ready to leave home, I’d gone to the toilet 4 times.
My Stress Incontinence was back full flow that even Tom is concerned about. He’d not spoken to me since I blew my top on Sunday f-ing & blinding like a True Jamaican Bad Wud Cussa until my fits of anger subside. I packed spare clothes, tell Tom not to worry because if they think I am not turning up they made a sad mistake. I told him if I piss & shit up myself I’ll clean up & carry on back on the floor. On the bus, I am keeping my legs crossed & the #21 terminates at Newcross Bus Garage. I waited & the next #21 terminates & I am thinking with my legs crossed, blinking hell, I am going to lose my DIGNITY & piss pon mi foot. But as God would have it #136 came, I boarded & got in just in time. I recalled my School Days when children would be called Piss Up & Shit Up & I have a story that is too close for comfort when I am feeling vulnerable, that I’d rather forget.
Throughout the day I was dragged from pillar to post by the Missis Give Hard-ASSES. Ratty Nembhard doan give a Rat’s Arse because of these days E. Mervelee I. Myers- Tomlinson is an Empty Vessel waiting to be filled. These days I won’t let any1 know what I am thinking & just keep calm & carry on as they say. But I was seething inside Kicking Against the Prick as I take the Piss in my Head of the stupid Intellectual Imbeciles. Some of the Crab Lose-ASSES did not get where they are at by fair means. Dis Yardie Yard Gal just got on wid di Wuck as l haffi earn mi kep eina Backra/Miss-Use Big Yard. Wi nuh tan like dem wey lib pon thin air, cigarettes & cups of tea. Suffice it to say I lasted out the day wid the cussed facetyness dat mi haffi put up wid. I kept 1 step ahead of the wretches, kinning teeth & sucking up to dem whilst tekking di Piss out a di Idiots dem. But I could see others wilting under the pressures & felt sorry for them. My Gran used fi say “Mi kotch up pon Eye Lash & if dem blink mi drops off”.
Well, mi intend fi Kotch up pon dem Rass claat Eye Lash until supn else come mi way & if dat nuh materialise dem haffi guh put up wid mi. Or else white squall might haffi tek dem bloody eye mek dem can see mi when dem a galang wid dem antics. & if mi did hab Powers dem eyes would look like fi Ms Maud T. Cross my heart & hoping nutn sinister happen to my Loved Ones & those who wish me well. Because in 2008 when the same Evil Cowards put on the pressures I couldn’t handle it & had to run like a Bullet from the Starters Gun. But everything happen in our lives to teach us supn, so I am more than ready for these Lot’s Wives. Got in & my TOM was supportive & I recognise that he is only acting because he is concerned & very much affected by what they are doing to me. I took out my Paperwork & showed & explained to him because he never used to pay attention to what I was saying. There is no way they are entitled to copy my Papers & they’d be breaking the law.
So since I don’t exist after 6+ years they can go find my File where they take it to their High Paying Solicitors to plant the Dirt on me. Because I keep copies of everything & I know who had nervous breakdowns, had to run for their lives & daubed with Shit to Destroy them like they are doing to me. Madam got rid of all who are Strong, Knowledgeable & surround herself with the Numbskulls who don’t know Shit different from Clay. If some1 committed an Act, why are they still around…? There was the Who-Haw about Men-In-Childcare but where are they now…? Today reinforces my belief in the true & living God who is my creator, master & lord because God turns the enemies amongst themselves to tear each other apart. God is showing them signs & wonders to repent of their evil ways & leave the innocent to prosper. Whilst they are busy plotting everything is raveling around them & they can’t see.
Suffice it to say what is hidden from the wise & foolish is revealed to the babes & sucklings. I was pushed from pillar to post as they are left chasing their tails & in exasperations giving me dutty looks. But if only they know how much the feelings are mutual. I love them like when Fire tek Dry Bush a big common & fire a guh bun dem & dem hell a guh hot. Despite my own waywardness God is always putting me in the mix to see when they taking their foot tie up dem hands all the times. So the Stupid Idiot Hog Muddler & the Cowardly Lie-Inn Smelly Nelly Killer heading out & by the time the LK turn & eyes & see me… Gosh she practically ran out leaving the door opened behind her…. The 1 who threw the Baby out with the bathwater was ahead. Flabby Beach whale EMR the 1 I like to call Madam Give Ord-ASS had to call back Madam Coward to close the door. Oh all hell bruk loose cause I was chuckling like nobaddy’s business from the bottom of my belly. Madam Flabby claimed her Big Boss told her to remove her bikini clad Pork-a-Way self from off Professional Site b4 she could accept her Friendship Request & she had to remove her OWP as well.
Oh-la-la this is the same Coward who claimed she had concerns about Mrs. Mervelee Myers & they all colluded to break my spirits & destroy my character & blacken my good name nearly a year ago. Because they view me as a threat & I was eating a ripe banana. But it seems they haven’t learned & this same Boss lied to me when she said she told them off for not turning up when she got her letters – Madam Bruk Em if they are threats to Ur climb up the ladder… Yet the dried-up bitch who a go under UV lamp fi ketch color even when she nuh like wi… Long Haired Freaky People Need not Apply, Nuh Waan Nuh Ole Nigga Nuh Ras-Ta-Far-I. I guess she realized or was told that I witnessed what happened with the door & her lapdog of a protégé called back & my little missives about door left opened recently.
So Madam Dry Foot Hog Muddler come back to come to provoke, taunt & frustrate me. She comes out in the garden invading my personal space & in my face saying the Agency Staff not doing much so I must stop planning until lunchtime. Now, this is nearly 3.00 o’clock so I don’t know which lunchtime she a chat bout. I calmly say yes HM I’ll do whatever you say. I could have said much more like if they had not breached the laws there would be no need for the Agency Staff or maybe they made another mistake 2 many like my Hospital Appointment. But I kept my cool & don’t let any1 pull my tongue. Guess she was expecting me to challenge her because she heard & knows from last Thursday that I don’t always take crap from Stupid Idiots & will stand up & defend myself.
But she has 30 cronies to back her up because she told me I am SICK when I mentioned my Chronic Anxiety. I am once more throwing down the gauntlet that the Pen is mightier than the Sword & that Pen will defend me against them every time. I am not afraid of any1 & Hog Muddler is the least of my problems. They can do what they frigging want to do now after they got the Best of 6 Years of me. ON THIS DAY