An Insightful Conversation with Eve

Through my dreamy haze I saw her approaching and said “Come Ma, come sit down!” while rubbing the purple velvet-microfiber cushion with all the encouragement I could muster, in respects to my nervousness. The spot I chose was within my immediate vicinity in hopes to see her beauty more closely but more importantly and alternately to establish the intimacy of the conversation that would soon transpire. Eve’s voice was perfectly balanced between strength and comfort, I would indulge in hearing her speak and be honored to listen.

Her skin was like nothing I’ve seen on this earth, it had a glow so radiant it must have been touched by God himself. He touched her so long ago, I thought to myself, but here she was before me glowing with every essence of life in her figure, her posture and her agape presences; a majesty. She came closer than I’d even imagined, she delicately kissed my cheek and hugged me warmly then looked through my eyes into my soul. The mother of all Mothers, the one created last said to me “I’m sorry my dear”.

Many of my preconceived questions melted due to her sincerity, as the weight of our existence transformed before me. I learned not so long ago to pursue the truth in matters only until the questions of my heart are answered, beyond that point the truth finding process becomes catty.

Within her eyes laid traces of the enemy’s treachery, it looked too familiar to the look of my peer, of my elders and of my reflection. Evil entered the world the same way it manifests itself today and I understood that before speaking with Eve. “I appreciate it Ma, I understand to so say the least.” With an animated tired expression on my face, we both laughed, she was in on our cultural gestures, evidently because she started them!  After our laughing ceased I said “I need your guidance please I am concerned with direction, to understand the purpose of us, please tell me Ma, please. What to do now?”

As I waited for her response I grudgingly acknowledged that my heart aches for understanding, and my vision is troubled because my eyes are attempting to discourage my faith. Our brothers, sons and fathers are being slaughtered by one another and with their arms up, and their belief in themselves has been dwindled to make them content with the scraps of this world. In addition, we, woman, who were created to follow and support of theses God-reflecting men are struggling. Our subconscious is being compromised and there are distressed relations between us, them and one another.

Eve responded, “I know what you’re thinking, your purpose is to support, love and minister to your man but in actuality it is only one of many purposes you serve in this world”. Her sublime tone comforted and corrected me as she continued. “Although, I was created after man and from man, I bought God’s vision to full fruition and it resulted in a covenant that isn’t of this world. Therefore, the process to your promises and purpose fulfillments lies in the relationship you establish with the Lord and no one else.” She sat straight postured looking for conformation that I understood and I did. I realized God had been showing me these things throughout my life, constantly redirecting me as I had gone astray.

“It’s time for you to wake up now breathe boldly so the universe knows who you are, move in tempered emotion and remember there is a magnitude of people you have to influence and once you are sure of it, the world will be sure of it too.”

I Sat Next to a Twig Tree

I sat next to a twig tree, in the midst of carefully placed shrubbery

For outdoor décor, along every other uniform paved cement square

I dared to say, it’s May

Why aren’t you being fruitful yet?

She said look baby girl it takes a lot for a flower to blossom in the concrete

The ridged unhospitable layover has been the hindrance to our

Creative outstretching roots, we’re placed and given a limited role

Aesthetic charm, but look beyond me just a bit

Those cracks in the pavement are our roots coming up from underneath             

Committed to over taking the cement like system, growing and being fruitful

You must know what this is like my dear

Have you been fruitful among the cement

She asked me

Today I met Mae

It’s a rainy Wednesday night and I was hungry so I went to get Mediterranean food. I expected to see my neighbor Sean who typically takes care of me when I come in for food and Baklava! Instead there was a young women, she was beautiful and her name was Mae. When I stepped into the store there was no one standing at the food bar but at the end of the galley lined with culinary instruments was a kitchenette. There stood Mae washing away at the sink when she saw me she came over and greeted me. She was generous and when I asked for some pita bread she walked over and got some for me. While walking away “Why did you ask me like I wasn’t going to give it to you?” with a curious smile. I replied “No its not you I was just saying to myself Mia you said you wasn’t down for pita tonight “(carb and gluten consciousness). Then with much excitement she said “your name is Mia? My name is Mae!” we broke out in expressive gestures and happy smiles because our names sort of sounds alike.  

At the cash register her curious looks at me continued and so I asked her how she was doing tonight. “I’m good there is a lot to do so I am just trying to get it all done…how is your night?” Yet, at no point in our interaction did I feel rushed by Mae or like I was taking up her time in an inconvenient way, she was a patient and sweet young women. I told her about the kick boxing class I took at my university’s recreation center earlier in the evening. She asked about my studies and so I spoke about a presentation I did earlier in the day about sexual behavior, it was for my social problems class. After my quick synopsis of the content she asked “so what do you think is a solution to this social problem?” and I told her what I truly believe.

Sex is still a conversation that is too taboo in our intimate social interactions, in regards to family member who harbor a great deal of useful knowledge . It seems like a women (or man) with experience would explicitly state the emotional confusion, stress and at times devastation that comes along with sexual behavior. In my excitement she agreed with me! She told her own story about her close relationship with her mother and sister in which sexual behavior is not talked about explicitly. Instead her mom says to her “don’t get pregnant” then Mae went on to talk about the other social problems she sees festering around her. Witnessing the gentrification of your home city that is not going to serve the majority of the city’s inhabitants is frustrating to say the least. It makes some want to move, shake and find a solution. Mae wants to be the change she wants to see, which makes her down with me.

Although, I am grateful for the entire interaction, her zeal impressed and encouraged me the most because her desire to help is sincere. It’s fantastic to think of a time when sincere, true and consistent work prepares anyone for their opportunity. Then they meet the opportunity already knowing how to grasp it with confidence. A sincere heart along with dialogue with those who’ve experienced the struggles we’re facing today, can take us a long way. I beg to say, all the way. There is a sincere generation at hand and I know because the generation I speak of is mine. The wonders we Mae do when our preparation meets our opportunity.