What I love about sundays (Part 2)

The crossing from the popular market in Petion-Ville usually takes forever and a day but surprisingly on that Sunday evening it appear to be less chaotic. After we left the chaotic road behind, I was so excited to see the road that used to lead me to my secondary school; College Antillais, located in Nerette. Although we didn't go deeper to the zone, I was curious to see the face of the school that held the last chapter of my childhood. It's with a heart full of regret that I accept that the school closed its door due to the events of the earthquakes and to other that have been left unknown. After a short amount of time reminiscing, we arrived at the hotel and I was blown away by this big little jewel. I got out from my power purse my gear to start shooting everything and anything that spotted my eyes to later on share and print for my personal collection.  I've grown sick and tired of having people seeing Haiti in its broken stardom whether it was before or after the earthquake so my best way to market my country was to take the pleasure and shoot beautiful places as much as I could. Throughout my shooting Kell and I I went further inside of the hotel lobby where a mini fair was being held. There was a booth for make-up with professional make-up artists, clothing items, fashion accessories. Kell and I did some shopping at the fair but she however went further down with shopping more than I did. After our session of shopping inside Kell and I quickly grew bored of the lobby and we went on a explorations tour to visit the hotel while Tobbie and his friend were just among other people.There were parties within parties in the vast outdoors. Tourists and natives were enjoying that tropical breeze offered by Haiti whether they were inside or out of the pool with their fancy drinks and cigarettes along their reach. We sneak in to a wedding reception party held a couple of distance from the pool where that party theme was similar to the one of the Royal wedding that happened a month or two earlier than the party. Along that reception, Kel; who's an architect with a fine taste for interior design showed me one of the room that she designed for another part of the hotel that we didn't have access to go inside personally. Bummer! I thought because I wanted to see her work closely but afar was better than nothing.
 After the guys were done with their meetings, it was unfortunately time to go back home and leave the Hotel behind. Tobbie may have saw my fake frown when we were about to leave and so he treated all of us to go eat pizza which made this pizza lover girl nothing but happy.

After that great evening spent with the fantastic three (I am the fourth one haha) I was greeted by a little girl who ran out to me, shouting my name and threw her arms at me. Oh Lord this day was getting better because I was meeting Cousin Dorice for the first time. My little cousin Dorice is that energetic, confident, strong opiniated eight years old. She made me talk up a storm on our first official meeting but I was still happy to finally meet this little Missy. Then later on as the evening was slowly turning to night, cousin Dorice and her father said their goodbyes and I went back inside of the room to seat back my heels. That same night was also Tobbie's and Rodney (the twins) mom's birthday. Kell as their adoptive strong sister insisted that they threw a birthday party for their mother even if it was at the last minute...since the guys did too much of procrastination preparing that event. We were once again in the move to go out to buy last minutes party stuff so I went back in the room to change my little black dress for a lighter fabric short dress with ballet flat and hope in with the crew in case they needed my help...and because it was always great to be in the company of my new friends. As we were riding to leave our street Tobbie stopped by to get his twin to get in the care to help and make the crowd merrier. It was certainly last minute preparations but Kell made planning it so easy but leading and planning event were one of her to domain so we all got the orders of what to do from her. Our quick destination ahead was to that sweet but large bakery called "Epi D'or" located not too far from our house. "Epi D'or" can be compared to the popularity of Starbucks with a bigger space, broad option for deli sandwiches, specialty in all type of sweets, pizza, chicken nuggtes and ect...All four of us arrived embracing a large and noisy crowd. People were moving, eating and chit chatting,there were lovebirds present for their dates and such but really the crowd didn't surprise me considering it was a Sunday Evening. Tobbie and Kel had too much options on their hands as they were trying to narrow down things that were sweet at their mother's taste. The task became so broad that they decided to go further in the bakery while Rodney and I were standing in the big line in front of the register. I was very found of Rodney to this day I can't remember for the life of me what was our duty. I just remembered the start of something that would intrigue me for the rest of the trip...

To be continued.
It's All Love

Sophie :)

The nearness of you.

The last day of my holidays ended with him sitting closely by my sides. My head was resting on his shoulder, we were silent yet our hearts were booming with things to say. Instead of worrying about the heavy weight of my luggages I decided to stay within his presence instead. As the hours were slowly turning into miserable seconds I thought of reviewing the house that turned into a home; one that would never be forgotten; a wide house that held memories in each room. I remembered at night how we both dreamed separately but our thoughts connected each other throughout the wee hours of the night. I touched the perimeter of the balcony as I walked remembering where I used to stand in the morning on the bright summer of Haiti smiling and waving at him to invite him to come for breakfast. We'd sit across each other going from conversations to conversations. They were so long that our housemates would shake their heads at us; wondering how we could go on talking for hours that way. If something shall had cause for us to go our separate ways, I felt that the memories of us lived on and would stay written in each side of this house wall.

The memories were  similar to those beautiful actions of waves of the oceans. Peaceful yet they shaken my soul every time. As the clocks was ticking away, we said words, we tried to ask one another how the hell did we happen? sinnce we didn't see it happening. We laughed at trying answering our own questions. Even though we were in the middle of laughing sometimes we'd just go back on letting silent arise around us. Being with each other was enough before we said our goodbyes. Through the peaceful effects of our hands, he led me to the warmth of his chest where I felt the rhythm of his heart beat loudly. I rested my head for a great amount of time listening to his heart beating as we smiled at each other. Later on as I got in the car I wept not because I was leaving a part of me behind, I wept because I was no...longer in control and it felt wonderful to fall beautifully then:
That was my journey back to Haiti

It's All Love
Sophie :)

Through the window of a heart

I fuss, I fight, I laugh very loud, I discover,I keep my feelings to myself until I decided to ruin the secrecy of telling the victim involved (lol) but mostly I love...gosh I do love hard.
 While going through my timeline regarding blogs, photos and entries this evening I had misty eyes as I was going through a time. A time that I thought was chaotic to me then, but only seemed chaotic then. I was in my late teen years experiencing the first effects of what loving someone else was all about. Upon the first guy I've loved so dearly I re-discovered words and art. I don't want to flatter him much by associating him with praises but I am aware that one can rediscover present gift within themselves.

 Although he added more fuel to my chaotic life that experience only made me a better girl. What? you're a better girl for getting your heart broken you may ask? Oh no a better girl because I am fully aware of my worth. I am aware of what I deserve. I am aiming to be somebody that somebody love and trust. To finish the thought of my memory lane ride it was clear to see that the guy was a muse well used then. As I am going through the pages of memories I can't help but laugh and smile at what once me smile. I used to be shattered by these memories when I thought of them. I no longer feel hunted by them. These memories of a girl who tried desperately to find herself is now lost in the time frame of the past and instead of crying my sorrow, I am able to laugh with joy.
    I laugh and thank God because he has restored my joy. He has restored my heart, the fears of letting someone else in this mess of a heart. I thank him for making my restoration whole though the scars of my healing wombs are present. The faded scars are only present to show that I've survived. I've had so much restoration with time that I remembered falling in love again.

It’s good to know that my surviving heart was able to love again.

It's All Love

Sophie :)