Kemelia Paul is gone.💔😭💔😭
I've been staring at my phone for the last hour trying to find the words. I still don't have them. I'm not sure they exist.
For weeks I spoke with her mother. I followed every update. Every surgery. Every fever. Every small victory, the moment she said she was cold, the moment the doctors said the tube was coming out, I held each one like it meant something. Because it did. Because SHE did.
I was planning to go see her this weekend. This weekend.
I never got to meet her. I never will.
Kemelia Paul was 13 years old. She was in Form 1 at Excelsior High School. She passed her exams and got into the school of her choice. She was somebody's firstborn. Somebody's whole world.
And he was brave. Brave enough to step between a violent man and someone she loved. Brave enough to take what was meant for someone else.
That bravery cost her everything.
To Josephine —
I don't have words big enough for what you're carrying tonight. I don't think such words exist in any language.
You fought for your daughter with everything you had. You walked those streets. You sourced those supplies. You sat beside that bed for weeks. You answered my calls when you had every reason to disconnect from the world entirely.
You did everything right. Everything.
And I am so deeply, deeply sorry that it still wasn't enough to keep her here.
I knew this child only through her mother's voice. Through a crumpled prescription. Through a GoFundMe flyer. Through updates that came in at odd hours that I would read and feel in my chest.
I didn't know her. But I am broken tonight.
I can only imagine what those who did know her are feeling right now.
Kemelia should be complaining about homework tonight.
She should be in her uniform on Monday morning.
She should have decades ahead of her, love, laughter, everything a life is supposed to hold.
Instead a violent man took all of that. In one moment. With one knife.
And Jamaica lost another child it could not protect.
Rest easy, Kemelia.
You were brave and beautiful and you deserved so much better from this world.
I'm sorry we couldn't bring you home.
I'm sorry. 💔😭💔😭💔🕊️
After giving birth, a woman's internal wounds take six months to heal, 12 months for physical recovery, two years for hormonal balance, and up to five years to rediscover her identity. Relationships frequently fail during this time due to a lack of understanding. Be kind and patient with new mothers; they are facing more challenges than it appears.
bro to bro: if you like skinnier girls, get yourself a skinny girl. if you like thicker girls, get yourself a thick girl. if you like fitness girls, get yourself a fit girl. you are entitled to your own preferences.
but what you are not going to do bro, is date a girl who is not your type and make her feel inferior to other girls.
*uterus sheds its lining and REGENERATES itself every month*
“a human organ that can self-regenerate - hmm… that’s not interesting at all, let’s never study this.”
- the medical community -
not giving people personal space when standing in lines. physical distance doesn’t equate to a shorter wait time. if a 5 people in front a you, you still affi wait pon the 5 people fi get thru. itching up pon dem nah mek you get thru nuh faster.