Saturday, September 6, 2008

NELSON MANDELA'S SPEECH HAS ALWAYS INSPIRED ME!

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually who are you not to be? ”

“Your playing small doesn’t serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.”

As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

-Nelson Mandela

May 1994

ALMOST 40, SINGLE, HAVEN'T HAD SEX IN A YEAR & NOW I'M GOING CRAZY!

Yes, I said it. It's true! I haven't really had sex in over a year and now it's starting to hit me. I will admit that I had a little bit of sex the night of Aug. 16, 2008 but I didn't have an orgasm so I still feel a build up from over 12 months of abstinence.

Before a few weeks ago, the last man I was with was this guy/boyfriend/lover...whatever you call it whom I met through myspace and he turned out to be a LOSER. lol. I'm not bitter about it. I wish him nothing but the best. We all run into sour apples from time to time.

Anyway, we ended our relationship after about 5 or 6 months of dating. Something like that. Then a few months later, I lost my job, had no money, my life seemed stagnated so I fell into a deep depression. Trust me, it had nothing to do with him. In the past, I would get all panicky and fearful when I didn't have financial stability but I'm trying to react differently now.

Since I was depressed, I stayed at home in a shell and men were the farthest thing from my mind. It was just me and God. More months went by then in the middle of this year, I started to come out of my depression. I got a renewed sense of faith and returned fervently on my passionate mission with my career.

Now that I'm happy, vivacious and bubbly again, men are all on me like bees to honey and I'm loving it! lol Foreal. I am such a flirt right now. I know why. It's because I haven't had any in a long, long, while and plus my usual nature is a little on the flirty side. Times like this, it becomes more magnified..

Naturally, I can't do it with all these men approaching me. Especially not for free! Just joking...really, I'm kidding. But you know I can't, it's too risky. So I just flirt and have fun then call it a day.

Now back to this rendezvous I had a few weeks ago. I was on here promoting the Youth Village event I was producing at the African Marketplace. I'd been posting bulletins about it for weeks. Anyway, one of my myspace friends sent me a message asking me for my number because he wanted to discuss some business since I was having Al B. Sure's son perform on my stage & he was going to have Al B. Sure himself sing on some kind of cruise he's involved with.

I saw the Al B. connection and sent him my number. He called and we talked for awhile. He had a very strong, African accent so it was hard to understand some things he was saying. Since I was focused in business mode, I tried to sell him on getting a booth at the event since he was involved in a travel agency business. In turn, he tried to sell me on getting involved with his business which is a MLM type of travel agency.

No offense to the brother or anyone else involved in multi-level marketing but that's not my thing. I never did and probably never will like this type of network marketing. So the first night on the phone, we both were pushy, trying to sell to each other.

The next day, he called and asked if I had a chance to check out his website. I told him no because I was swamped with working and producing the event at the same time. We continued talking for awhile and it seemed to me as if he was trying to flirt here and there. A short while later, we got off the phone.

On the third day, he was texting me and called me to buy this motivational book, Think & Grow Rich because he said it would help me in my business endeavors. He seemed very sharp, smart, encouraging, funny, and very pushy.

Now, I didn't recall ever checking out his myspace page. Sometimes, not too often but sometimes I'll accept a friend request without checking the profile if I'm busy or something. I thought to myself that I should look at his profile to see who I've been talking to.

I clicked on his profile and was surprised. Over the phone, my imagination had created him to be an older, African man who probably wasn't very physically attractive. I know that wasn't cool but I'm keeping it real. Honestly, not all my lovers have been extremely good looking. They have varied in weight, height, race, age to a certain extent, and careers. I'm attracted to a person for various reasons and it's not always the outer appearance. But everyone admires beauty and I have eyes just like men do. Especially since I'm long overdue, my eyes are about to pop out of my head admiring good-looking men. lol So anyway, I finally looked at this man's profile. He had a body and lips like L.L. Cool Jay (he also kept licking them like LL) and a face that was a cross between P. Diddy and Taye Diggs. Well, as you can imagine...I was like, "Daaaaamn!!! What did the Lord just bless me with? Baby looks sooooo yummy!" (slapping wrist) Bad girl, bad girl. hahahahahah

After I carefully reviewed his profile, admiring his rippling, chocolate muscles and very handsome, chiseled face, I decided to reach out to call him. I seemed to have found a moment in my busy schedule to call him for once. lol My tone on the phone totally changed. It was less business and alot more sultry.

We hit it off. We laughed, joked and talked about achieving our heart's desires. I found out that he was only 25 and here I am almost 40! Now...I make it a practice not to date men too much younger than me. They're usually in the 30's to 50's age bracket. Anyway, next thing I know, we're flirting on the phone & he makes a joke about us being like the movie, "How Stella Got Her Groove Back". Of course, me being the mature woman who runs into this young, hot, hard-bodied hunk of a man. lol We ended our convo with him coming down to the African Marketplace on Aug. 16.

The 16th arrives, he showed up like he said he would and hung out with me as I ran around managing the youth area. He was really nice and we vibed with each other. Once the event was over for the evening, he even helped me clean the area, stack chairs, etc. How sweet, awwwww. :)

By the end of the day, I was tired, exhausted. Before he left, my sexy, African friend invited me to hang out with him to go listen to some jazz. I agreed to meet him later and went home to take a shower and change clothes. That evening, I drove to his house so we could go to the jazz spot. When I walked in, I sat on his couch so I could chill for a minute. He went to the kitchen to make me a plate of African food since I hadn't eaten all day at the event.

His big screen TV was on playing the DVD of his MLM travel company. lol He came out the kitchen, handing me the plate of food. I took a few bites but I didn't have much of an appetite so I set it down. He sat next to me on the couch, telling me how great the company is, how I can make all this extra money, etc. Then I asked him for a glass of wine so I could continue to relax. He didn't have any so we drove to the store to get some. We returned to the couch as I slowly sipped on a glass of wine while watching the DVD with him.

Then next thing I know, we just started kissing each other and things got real heated. We went to his bedroom, got undressed and you know the rest of the "protected" story. I have to censor this. Everything was pretty passionate. We went on for awhile but I was so doggone tired and maybe the wine hit me but I didn't even "reach the peak." I could tell it wasn't going to happen that night. I was waaaayyyy too tired. Mannnn!!!!!!!!!!! A whole year without sex, Nina's back to herself and I didn't get to go out with a bang. Oh the misery, oh the sorrow. hahahaha. Oh well, I figured I'd take a rain check for another day when I have much more energy.

So a few days later, I call him up to see if he wanted me to come over on Friday. I knew this was going to be nothing serious primarily because of the age difference but I'm like hey if I'm going to do this as a temporary thing...then why not do it with some eye candy that's youthful yet mature, big, handsome and strong. Shoot, I can be Mariah for a minute or Demi Moore! hahaha

Anyway back to the story, he brings up something about wanting to do business with me and be my friend. And that most of the women he networks with winds up wanting to be with him physically. He said he wasn't ready for anything more than being friends and having fun. I assured him that I wasn't looking for anything else between us but to just have fun. I also told him, I know how he feels because I go through the same thing with men wanting to sleep with me, even though I'm a smart, talented, business woman. So, he said cool and he'd see me on Friday. I was really looking forward to it.

The next evening, he called and said he needed to talk to me. He said he wanted to REALLY just be platonic friends and work together on a business level only. Honestly, I was disappointed because I wanted to have my basic needs fulfilled but it wasn't an issue, it was really no big deal to me. Everyone, whether you're a man, woman, whatever...gets rejected and/or accepted. That's just a part of life. So I turned off my hot-a-meter and turned my emotions back to a business mindset. It was fun while it lasted though. lol

The end of the story is that he called me a few days later to go to one of those MLM meetings after I got off work. I did go with an open mind to see what this program is all about that he just raves over so much. I heard their presentation and like my attitude at all the other presentations I've attended over the years, NOT INTERESTED! At the break, I politely told him, "I told you before that I am not interested in pyramids, MLM's, whatever you call it. It's just not for me. I wish you much success in this but I'm not the one. Now I have to go and finish working on this event."

His smiles & demeanor suddenly changed. His smile started to jerk or shake slightly into a frown. I observed his reaction to rejection but again, that's a part of life. What can you do but move on?

I didn't reject him because it was about tit for tat. Whether we kicked it for a few months or not, I still wouldn't have been into MLM. I doubt I ever will. Since I left the meeting that night, I haven't heard from him since. He's still on my friends list though. He may delete me if he reads this but all I do is tell the truth.

So yes, I'm hot right now but I'm trying to keep cool and trying hard not to go too crazy! LOL

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Love Poem

MY SAVIOR OF LOVE

written by Nina Womack (c) 2007

Sprinkle me with your holy water as I delightfully scream out for more.

Make me want to serve you like I was Mary Magdalene, the whore.

Heal my wounds with sweet, medicinal words and soft, gentle kisses to ease the pain.

Shower me with Agape love and I'll shower you the same.

Lead me and guide me patiently with the wisdom of a noble king.

Ignite the fire between us that would make the angels sing.

Now, enter into my warm, secret chambers

Then throw away the lock and key.

Taste the precious nectar that flows slowly from inside of me.

Inhale my fragrant scent until the smell is permanently stamped in your brain,

Turning you deaf, dumb and blind to the sound or thought of another woman's name.

Take me to a higher plane

than this earthly realm we live.

Encourage me to send energy of love and to always forgive.

I confess I'm no perfect soul, a saint and sinner at the same time

But in the spirit of Yeshua, I'm filled with love, acceptance, and an open mind.

A virtuous woman in the making, being deconstructed and rebuilt from heaven above.

Waiting for salvation coming from my Savior of love.

GHETTO KNOWLEDGE POEM

All that I KNOW… is that I come from the ghetto
A place of broken dreams and niggas’ scheme by any means
Stealing and killing are familiar scenes
Gunshot rounds
Siren sounds
Ghetto birds are flying, shining lights on the ground
Barking dogs cry…because another human’s died
So all that I KNOW…is that I come from the ghetto
Where sistas with house slippers on and faces growled up
Don’t give a fuck!
Impatient in the check cashing line for pennies and dimes
From county aid because they're really afraid
To advance past the grips of the ghetto
Where minds are chained from trying to attain
A higher self-esteem
Cuz’ all that they KNOW is what I KNOW
The ghetto
Slaves to the stench of chronic smells in a place like hell
Alcohol / Crack / Spit / Dirt / and Piss
Drive-bys hit but they rarely miss
Blood stains buried in the concrete
From bodies covered in white sheets
Outside of trash-covered liquor stores
Bums beg for change so they can score and then get more
See, all that I KNOW…is that I come from the ghetto
Where he said and she said
Can make neighbors beat you with their water hoses
Black eyes and bloody noses
Curse words common
Food stamps / Potato chips / Kool-aid / and Top Ramen
Where “what set you from, nigga’?” will get you killed
By baggy khakis and crocasacs
Wife beaters and Bitches
Po-Po’s and Snitches
Female crack-heads switchin’
past niggas’ grabbin’ on their balls
To go to seedy motels housing booty calls
While roaches and rats crawl down dilapidated walls
Where black love can be so violent and turbulent
cuz’ families struggle to pay the rent
But buying designer clothes is money “well-spent”
Yet ignorant to stocks, bonds, and property
And living life drama-free
Embracing only positivity
There’s no one to teach us to achieve
Higher…a little higher
Beyond this urban warfare, this real life drama
Caused by the hurt and pain of what we KNOW
Knowledge learned in the ghetto.

copyright 2007 Nina Womack

Jane Doe's Not Dead Yet

Jane Doe is back from the dead
She's risen out of the coma of dark despair
Her eyes alive, vitals revived
Now inhaling fresh air
After months and months of sleeping life away in
REM movements of yesterday
Mouth glued shut with no words to say
Finally, the water drip is now dry
It's really a miracle that Jane Doe didn't die
She came close though, too close
Barely hanging on by a thread
Paralyzed and isolated from a blow to the head
I did pray, yes I prayed for Jane to hold on
Wondering what life would be like if she were gone
I admit at one point I gave up hope
Sure she wouldn't make it
I walked away from her bedside because I couldn't take it
As I reached the door, I turned around for one last look
And it seemed as if her cold, limp body slightly shook
There was still some life left in her after all
What if I made the decision to pull the plug?
Then no one would ever know what she's capable of
Now Jane Doe is feeling stronger
I don't worry that she's dying any longer

written by Nina Womack (c) July 2008

ROCKY ROAD MOVIE TRAILER I'M IN

This is a trailer of an indie film I was in called, "Rocky Road." I had a small part as the character, Edwina but like we say in the biz, "There are no small parts, only small actors. lol My scenes are longer than what you see in this trailer (don't blink) but I am included in the trailer so you can see a piece of my acting work. I have a demo reel that I'll be posting up soon that shows me in a variety of characters. Stay tuned!

MOST BUT NOT ALL OF THE WORK I'VE DONE OVER THE YEARS

Here's a link to my imdb page. I have a detailed resume and bio included. Feel free to review them.

http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0938829/

AFTER ALL MY HARD WORK, IT WAS TIME TO RELAX.

Mannnn! I just spent the last three months at my full time job and planning an event. I also spent the last three weeks working 7 days a week--five at the ad agency I work at and the last three weekends at the festival I come in to produce the youth area. After spending hours in the sweltering heat running my area at the festival until 9/1, I needed a trip to the day spa after all that work. So, I went to this Korean Day Spa not too far from me. I've been there before but I don't go often because...well, I don't have it like that right now. lol Note, I said "right now".

Anyway, I valet parked and went in there for my 4:30 appt. I selected the "Goddess" treatment which is head to toe pampering. The cashier rang me up and asked me to go take a shower then get in the jacuzzi while I wait for my treatment.

This is a FEMALE ONLY spa where Asian ladies & other ladies walk around butt naked partaking in pure relaxation and tranquility. Nothing at all sexual, just everyone being free. So, I take a shower and proceed to the hot tub. I leaned my head against the concrete edge as the jets of warm water began to relax my tired muscles. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply letting everything go and thanking God for each opportunity and the knowledge & wisdom he has bestowed upon me.

After about 15 minutes, this big, burly Korean woman called my locker number, 17. She had the build of a Sumo wrestler wearing large, black panties and a black bra. I got out of the water and walked over to the massage area. She told me to lay down on my stomack then she began to scrub my body with a rough loofah glove and some kind of seaweed concoction. She was so strong, it hurt like hell. It felt like she was rubbing my skin off. But I endured the pain because I knew it was removing dead skin cells from my body. And since I got real tanned over the past few weekends, I have started peeling on my back & chest. She scrubbed me from head to toe, front and back. All kind of dead skin was on the washing table I was lying on. Next, she began dousing me with buckets of warm water. After she rinsed me off, she asked me to go take another shower to rinse off. I did and returned to the table.

The Sumo Queen dried me off with a warm towel and slathered all kinds of aromatherapy oils on my body. She used something that smelled like Eucalyptus, then another that smelled like Sage, massaging every inch of my body. Damn, her hands nearly killed me it was so hard but I took it like a woman because I had so much tension built up, I needed someone to get rid of it. And she did. Shortly afterward, my body began to melt, I stopped thinking, and just floated, breathing slowly and deeply in a state of relaxation.

After an hour, she asked me to turn over again and massaged the front of my body. She put a hot, steamy towel on my face for awhile. Then she gave me a cucumber facial with a cucumber eye mask. She finished my facial with a 20 minute Lavender oil and moisturizer massage.

Next, she poured tea tree oil in sections of my scalp. She began to massage my scalp, pushing strong into my cranium. My scalp was tingling and I fell into a deeper state of relaxation. Jung then shampooed my hair right on the table. She ended the treatment with rubbing moisturizer all over my body.

Oh my God, I felt so relaxed, sleepy, peaceful. Jung helped me up, put a robe on me and handed me a tip envelope. She told me to go to sleep. As I walked to my locker, I looked at a green marble-like floor that some women were laying on. I never laid out on it before so I wanted to see what the big deal was with laying on this floor. I spread out a towel and stretched out on the marble using a small pillow for my head. The marble was heated like the temperature of an electric blanket. Wow! It felt sooooo good. Especially since Jung had also put some kind of menthol oil on my back & shoulders so when I was on that marble, the heat penetrated into my muscles soothing me even more.

What an awesome day at the spa! I totally forgot about everything. Now back to work at the ad agency tomorrow.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Wounded Female Soldier Poem

I wrote this poem many years ago. I'm in a different space now but this reveals what I've been through in life.


THIS WOUNDED FEMALE SOLDIER NEEDS SOME TLC

(C) 2007 Nina Womack

ATTENTION! (right hand raised to right brow)

Before you attempt to love me

First, I must confess

a sista' got battle scars...

wounds so deep

they fester and ooze from pain

tender at the slightest touch

swollen and bruised

from hurt on top of hurt on top of hurt on top of hurt

I often wonder when will these wars end?

Repeated battles got me tired

from being shot down as my bullet-riddled body falls to the ground

yet with all the strength I can muster

I rise back up

My feeble hand extends out

reaching for salvation

from a soldier who cares

But like a ghost disappears, he's not there

This female wounded soldier

cries out for love

exhausted from being beaten and raped

by men warriors out to control, to dominate this Nubian Queen

who just wants to scream

from rage and anger and hate

refuse to stay caged

got to be free!!!

guess it's obvious that I suffer...like any vet

post-traumatic stress syndrome

nightmares of past wars left unhealed

A ton of luggage will soon be revealed if you push my tender buttons...so don't...okay?

I cannot distinguish war from peace

deaf to declarations that the war has ceased

Automatic reflexes draw weapons to fight back now

even if there's no battle at all


I apologize in advance because when I look into your soft, brown eyes

my mind rewinds to enemy snipers I've encountered

flashbacks of various soldiers torturing me

like the one who pulled my hair,

pissed on my car,

and socked me in the head

less than one hour of saying how much he really loved me

or the group of warriors that pulled a train on me

denigrating my temple till I was forced to submit or die...

I'm still haunted by the voices of other male soldiers

cursing me with words like 'bitch' or 'hoe'

after making love to me the night before

And now I'm just a foe

Excuse me, sir, for my ranting and raving

guess I need alot of T.L.C.

shell-shocked from abuse. misuse and misery

With crutches in hand, I hobble around

looking for a soldier

to lead me not to war but peace and love.