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  Sep 2018 Sean M O'Kane
Allan Mzyece
How funny it is to fight a war in which you can't summon peacemakers.
I am in conflict with myself
Sean M O'Kane Sep 2018
10
The plane that brought me here has long gone.
The fear of being isolated & rootless here, disseminated over time.
The strength of positive thinking flowered in the whenua.
The power of finally being one’s own self blossomed like sweet red pohutakawa
This is what I gained in 10.

The love of the land and its tangata whenua, swooned me over
The beauteous feeling of living simply soothed my ageing soul
The ease of making friends (a skill I had given up on) was really as ‘easy as’.
Life is there to be taken, not endured.
This is what I learned in 10

September 19th 2018
Today is the 10th anniversary of me arriving in Aotearoa to live. I've grown more as a person in these 10 years than in the previous 38.  I felt I had to say something..

whenua - land
tangata whenua - literally 'people of the land''
pohutakawa - a native tree that every November/December blooms a beautiful deep shade of red flower (that gets everywhere!!).
  Sep 2018 Sean M O'Kane
Nothing
Music can do something.. change lives, give hope. It can make anything better in life. it even sometimes gives life meaning. I would not be where I am today without music. I don't play anything or sing. It helps me live, when I have those thoughts it makes me feel less alone in what every is going on.

You can create friendships by just talking about music, wearing your favorite band t shirt and someone could come u to you and say, "I like them too."

Its also a way to tell a story. sometimes it will make you cry. sometimes Happy, and sometimes numb. We all need to have tears to have the happy and meaningful times.
By: Cedric McClester

How come she didn’t
Speak out then?
The answer’s simple,
It’s because of men
She knew  
She would be denigrated
Second guessed
As well as hated

It doesn’t mean
She wasn’t hurt
Or that she wasn’t
Made to feel like dirt
Was it worth the price
She’d have to pay,
In order to publicly
Have her say?

Men in general
Have no idea
What it’s like to live
In that kind of fear
Of being shamed
Or exposed
To the whole world
So everybody knows

Those who are guilty
Of the act
Are so reluctant
To retract
Their counter narrative
Of the facts
In attempt to cover
Their own backs






Cedric McClester, Copyrights © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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