It’s all “BULLSHIT”



It’s all “BULLSHIT!”

It’s all BULLSHIT, and I think that’s even insulting bulls, cos their shit probably smells of roses!! 💐😅

Self serving, bullshit, hypocritical humanity! Everyone jumping on the bandwagon, no different from the system it seeks to oppose! Even this post in response to the bullshit is bullshit!

About the Motherland Africa, for as long as Africa continues to ill-treat it’s children, don’t expect better elsewhere! Women, for as long as there is bitching, envying, put-downs, backstabbing and hating on each other, don’t expect better elsewhere!!

And don’t give me that crap about a mysterious group of super powerful beings from outer space sent to make us, poor miserable earthlings!!

Yuk, all of this bullshit just “creams my corn!” 😅

© Zolga Love 21/01/17 (unedited)


It’s not that no one cares…


It’s not that no one cares, it’s just no one knows what to do!!

It’s not that no one cares, from preacher to absent mothers to doting teachers and self help coaches.
It just that no one really knows what to do to fix the big mess the earth is in!! At the best some bury their heads in the sand or run away, to avoid the pain of reality. At the worse, some claim to have the solution with lofty ideals but unwittingly or sometimes deliberately prey on others. Selah

Both scenarios, and there are more, are only following the flow of nature as it stands today. An amoeba will move away from a region of unpleasant stimulus conversely, a lion will prey on another! C’est la vie!

It seems no amount of motivational training, or positive thinking can change the order of things. Do I sound like the preacher in the book of Ecclesiastis? When he says, “all is folly, just eat, drink and be merry” Aha!

Hence to the dismay of many, clambering at the base of the 3-4-5 triangle.
Scrimping & scratching, and even the guru knows, he or she doesn’t know, and feels like a fraud when eventually reaches out to the ones he seeks to help with a collection tray!

Anyway, what do I know!!!

© Lara Rose 9/1/17 (First draft unedited)



A Rose with no thorns?!


So, 2016 was flowing beautifully…

So sailing along in 2016,
celebrating victories,
overcoming every storm,
dealing with every challenge and unpleasant news,
in the best way I possibly could:
publish a book, an instagram post,
art, radio show, write a song.
Colour my hair! Even knitted a scarf!!
Well it looks like a scarf!

And then came May, and “Brexit” happened!! Knocked the sail out of my wind or vice versa and I kinda grew to a halt.

Didn’t do another Real Women show, stopped campaigning as EPB candidate, abandoned the Nomad Woman project, stopped my daily blog, didn’t wanna sing another song, etc, etc you get the picture!!

I feel like I had entered an alternate parallel existence!

So inadvertently, went on my first activist match, gay pride parade n carnival troupe in a costume that gave me enhanced bazongas!

Escaped into the musical world of a group of amazingly talented musicians, Sun Ra meets The Sylvers meets city council boys international aka meanwood boys!!

Enrolled at the College of Music, hurrah for the circle of 5ths. Sang and played guitar at amazing jams and soul nights.

My first kiss, yes, you heard me you know like the movie, “Never Been Kissed” (ok, take away your jealous judgmental faces and comments, ye “brethren y eglise”. I don’t need to go to confession, I’m not going to be condemned to hell! Lighten up!!)

Strange charcoal symbols, and got obsessed with building pyramids on my art course! Wrote and wrote and wrote at my Writers group.

Joined the Labour party and escaped being appointed BME or Women’s officer!
Keeping busy still, excessive volunteering with a BME hub and BHM! Not forgetting the demo to save the NHS dressed in my lab coat!!

Disillusioned by the health service,
the conspiracy theories, I finally watched the “Hypernormalisation” documentary everyone was banging on about!!

And used up all my internet data!

Still don’t know who or what to believe, Kemet, Christianity or Yoruba deities.

Phew, no wonder I took myself off to Alicante last week,
to get some perspective back,
help me back on my feet.

Much needed sun and sangria was a plenty! 😎

Fed up of awkwardly latching onto other peoples families (or OPFs), I decided to experiment and investigate the myth that, it’s not good to be by yourself on Xmas day”

Eh, still here,
didn’t get kidnapped by Santa’s elves
or the tooth fairy!!

Took a call from a well wisher at 11.30 pm, who became sad I’d been home alone (like the movie, 🎬 right) on Xmas day and insisted on picking me up to come hang out with their family, aw bless.

I couldn’t resist the sweet potato/yam African food offer!

So before the year runs out completely, I’m gonna try to steer back to reality.

Publish one more book maybe or release another song!

Let me think about it, be right back!!! 🙂

“For we who remain cloaked in our earthly suits, we make hay whilst the sun shines.
We live, love, shine, remembering all our beloved ones, who journeyed from earth in 2016.
For unto us the baton is passed, do we continue the race of life to run?
Can we ease the pain; clasp a rose with no thorns?”
(Copyright control © Lara Rose 28/12/16)

I’m tired of the charade of “church”


Im tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” seemingly the last place you will find “love” these days, where your light, you fuel, with bellows you keep alight yet still the “church” constantly dim. You pray, you cry, you dance, you sing, no matter what you do, if you dare to be different and not conform, you get persecuted from the very ones who dine with you!! Alas, the usual response, the familiar response, skilfully used by the rod of abuse. Blame shifting, quote a scripture, blame the victim, justify your action. Cite an example from the assemblage of books. Judas, Brutus, betrayal, what do you expect, etc, etc
I’m tired of the charade that guises under the umbrella of “church” where love stands at the door and knocks!
© Lara Rose 25/11/16

… from the darkness


…from the darkness spread across the face of the multiverse, the universe emerging again, twisting and turning, taking form and shape, never too much, never too late….

© Lara Rose 22/11/16

… the apothecary.


Solangu’s Tale



What is it with so called peeps who have been brought up in so called happy, normal family  settings always looking down their noses at us so called misfits, orphans, bastard children like it was any fault of ours that we were born! In spite of how hard we work and fight to stay alive we still get the sense of “abnormalcy” and the feeling of being a fraud around these “perfectly” nuclear family types who constantly gloat about, “my mummy this, my sister that”, “we’re  having a family outing this, ooo its grandmas 80th that”

And if that’s not enough, the constant having to either explain yourself or make up a fictional family story at Xmas for example so you don’t  seem odd for not, “going home for Xmas!” Even more annoying is when a well wisher choses to have an opinion about your so called “biological” parents and jumps to defend them, “ooo it must have been difficult for them, or it must have been hard for parents to have conversations, etc!”

Ok, stop with the making excuses for irresponsible, abusive parents for crying out loud and think of the child and how difficult it was and still is for the child! You say you don’t understand but you never want to ask or learn from the child! Ask me if you don’t understand and stop using the “no one is perfect” excuse as an excuse to constantly re-abuse the child!! I’m sorry it doesn’t wash with me anymore!!!

Enough is enough, I’m tired of being the parent to my incubator and her other incubates. I’m tired of having to be cautious not to distress so called “normal” people by having to dumb down my story so as to be agreeable to you! I’m tired of people who want to be friends but only on their terms. I can tell you now it’s not gonna work, once I get real, yes, you probably won’t be able to handle the real me. And yes, it’ll explain why you’d get offended when I say, I DON’T TRUST YOU, cos I don’t just trust anybody anymore!

Excerpt from Solangu’s Tale  By Sola Sofunde (C) 2016

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