Steno Pad via Lauren “Nadi” Akins (a few from my pre-nuptial pen)

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Steno Pad

Via:

Lauren “Nadi” Akins

 

Preface:

 Prosper.

Goodness, good news, and good people:

May they come into your aura.

Magnetize beauty, power, creativity.

Bold–Courageous–All Around Square Biz

 

THE BEST

 10-23-2013

 Seedz of joy grow magnolia flowers yall mistake as my teeth.

Smile centered,

Anatomy diagonal to the dirt.

Sun spits rays,

Faster goes the merry-go-round.

Weird and strange.

My eyes wrinkle,

Cheeks become parentheses

With as much royalty as Rameses.

 

 

 

 

10-23-2013

 come here,

let me.

be your.

life-sized centerfold.

 

8-10-2013

LAUREN OPINIONS

 

Something special in writing a book,

story or song,

to sustain the thought long enough

to feel and to meddle

with the possibility

soaking in the emotion

b/c mine are so passing, ephermal, and forgettable.

Getting my mind to stay in gear:

a great feat

-seeing as how I desire to be

planning out my career

Right Now.

Need to let myself stop feeling the need

to (get)

caught up.

And let old promise,

commitments, whatever

fly off with new wings

to see new life

as from this day forward.

The need to share ideas like water

in streams flows free.

Sleep is slipping her hands

around my waist and pulling me close to her.

I done spent the better part of the day

on a Scandal marathon with good food and catnaps:

unhaunted by tasks or to-do-lists,

a Saturday to just be.

Be flooded with a differing life pace and be sucked into a visual storybook.

When in his company 3-D is a place that’s calling my name over miles. I

love you.

I want the world so bad, friction is sandpaper on silk.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

90s Babies, the Fresh Prince of Peace & The Living Water

RetroStank, Spirit and In-Spirit-ation, The Vent, Writing

On a bench under a tree in Piedmont Park amidst the playground and the catbirds, three-and-a half souls sat: Robert, Carmen, Riley and myself. Gathered to share scripture, struggle, success, and prayer, the Atlanta sun shone us. I asked, “Does anyone want to share a theme they’ve been digesting?” My dazzling husband ( ❤ u baby) Robert,  chimed in with something he had described to his homie who is from Eatonville, FL, Zora Neale Hurston’s birthplace.
As we sat, two girls walked past. We gave them water bottles, wrapped in lime green duct tape and Sharpied with Revelations 22:17, John 3:5, and John 4:14.

They pointed out the group gathered on a quilt, saying that they would want water too.

Slap to the right of us was about ten nineties’ babies. ❤

Rob and Riley reached them first and offered something to wet the tongue and the soul. Carmen shared 1 John 5:9-12 and I showed them how the daughter of an elder, tired of church every Sunday, surrounded by metaphysics, practicing religions from A to Z could find His love again.

“I left high school so sure Christ couldn’t be the Answer because I’d witnessed self-professed Christian leaders wallowing in sin. I couldn’t deal with that. So time, I got to CAU, I was wide open spiritually. I wanted to belong, I wanted to love, I wanted acceptance. We want our families to encourage us and we want to give our love freely. I wanted healing and I was looking under every rock, every flower, every ideology. My grandmama was telling me all the time, “Lauren, the Word is you life.” She did not approve of the Nefertiti sculptures, incense, and Ganesh paintings, but she still called me and she still sent money to me.

Fast forward to 2014 when I became pregnant with my son Riley. My grandmama passed less than a month before he was born. I was speechless. I’ll never forget how I chanted Jesus; I chanted His name. All that pain vanished..

I don’t know what your journey is, what your trials are, but the Lord is waiting on you. You are His. The Earth is His. Every car, every house, every job, every person, every treasure, every place is His.”

Below is the beautiful group that was gracious enough to listen.

To yall, I love you and I am praying for your best.

You are the best version of you, period.

An original creation. Like my grandma would say He wants His best for you, but you have to allow Him in. Repent and be baptized in the name of Jesus Christ, who died on the cross and by whom we are redeemed back to God.

Young and old, do not be afraid to declare that Christ lives.  “But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven.”

‭‭Matthew‬ ‭10:33‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Put Satan under your feet as Antoinette Ellis-the Dominicana told me today. Tell Satan he is a lie!

P.s. Everyone check out  http://m-o-n-d-o.tumblr.com/post/122056704144/my-musical-journey-so-far

It is the blog of the dude in the red jacket.

   

 

“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely.”

‭‭Revelation‬ ‭22:17‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“Jesus answered, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God.”

‭‭John‬ ‭3:5‬ ‭KJV‬‬

“But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.”

‭‭John‬ ‭4:14‬ ‭KJV‬‬

Sidenote —>Rob broke down the true distinction between God’s church and all that that ain’t. “Imagine that the whole world was full of lames. A lame wants to him buy something to boost his credibility. He sees somebody selling Jordan’s. He don’t realize this hustler got FAKE-Fake-Fakety-Fake Jordan’s. We can tell the real Jordan’s by the quality, the Jordan on the sole, the holographic bubble, etcetera. In the same way, God has one real church. If it don’t have the name Christ, then you better check the tag. 😀 That Sunday, me and my homeboy stopped at a Petro; he says to me “Ay cuz” and holds up a pair of fake J’s.” Like Carmen says, God’s got a sense of humor.

 

Laugh of the Day: Chocolate Milkshake Memory

HaHaHa!! Funny!!, My Happenings

Today, I got to remembering about two Thursdays ago and how hilarious the random injections of strangers can be!

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Imma set the scene for you: It is the Thursday before I journey to ATL for my very first time going to Clark Atlanta University’s (CAU Panthers Owwww!!) homecoming as an alumna, so you know I’m hype and flustered; trying to make sure I take care of business and everything is straight for my trip. Okay, I’m running, running, running. Leave work bouta half hour early, after making a fly-by night decision to get an oil change. Long story short, I have to go to Wal-Mart Auto. Get there they don’t have my air filter–gotta go buy one–AND get my homegirl to go to Apple in Little Rock cuz I didn’t tell you my iPhone was broke (she had a three-story fall to her death in the stairwell (I don’t want to talk about it lol)). Kool, so now I drive over to Autozone on Main after getting my friend from campus (hey Ayla). By the way, she inadvertently cracked her screen in between me getting off work and getting to her (that’s the Lowball.) Stroll in Autozone like “ay yall have an air filter for a 95 Volvo 940?” Now, enter a travelling Autozone mechanic with freckles, frizzy and balding red hair, and some big ol horn-rimmed glasses. He carrying in whatever, and he says, “Give her the employee discount for me.” The dude handling my purchase (who favored Big Krit) laughed and said, “Aw, this your sister?” Frizzy says, “Now you know I couldn’t have a sister as beautiful as this…maybe a sister from another motha but…” LAUGH #1 I was sure to say “Thank you, that’s sweet” and to Krit, “Make sure you hook me up with that discount…I ain’t playing.” Frizzy sets the box down on the counter, “You know you look like that singer…the one in that dances on the counter.” Me and Krit looking at each other like who? Cuz we both expecting him to say some standard (though fly as fuck) natural celebrity like Erykah Badu, India Arie, Jill Scott, or whoever. Do you know this man turned to me and said “she sings about her milkshake” LAUGH #2 You mean Kelis?!? (Knowing I don’t look like Kelis) He is like, “yeah can you do that dance she does?” (Me thinking: I aint know Kelis had a dance, lemme find out) I say in between dying with laughter, “Naw I cant do Kelis little dance.” Frizzy starts towards the door, then look back telling us,”You know what, I’mma head on to Sonic. I want me a milkshake.” LAUGH #3 Me and Krit are holl’in! Krit gon say “I gotta ask you, bruh, what kinda milkshake u getting?” Frizzy turned around and hollered “Chocolate.” LAUGH #4 I bout died!!!

shoutout to sexy ass Kelis.

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and Me (on the left, not looking nothing like Kelis)
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