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Selasie Bulmuo - Strategist For Insightful Living

I Write, I Speak, I Engage passionately mainly with the disadvantaged, the hurt and the socially struggling one who is seeking true redirection and support to discover hidden potential and to recover from the ravages of life.

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Selasie Joan Bulmuo – Who is she? What does she do?

• She is a Qualified Social Worker and Director of SJB Resource Limited, a Social Capital Builder focused on the provision of services to individuals and groups particularly families in crisis. SJB Resource Ltd (www.sjbresource.co.uk) is a Social Capital Builder.
Blog – http://www.socialjackpotbuddy.wordpress.com (social topical issues, articles and networking).

• An Author and writer, she writes across genres and styles mainly poetry, short stories, articles, reflections, wisdom quotes, plays and songs all aimed at reaching out to others where they are and accompanying them on the journey to where they are destined to be. She also writes fiction and non-fiction books cutting across both the mainstream and Christian domains. This blog http://www.selasiebulmuo.wordpress.com mainly features her Poems, Posters (Inspirational Snippets), Smart Talk and her Fictional Works including excerpts from her books both existing ones and soon to be released ones.

• She Co-Pastors Fountain Gate Chapel, Life Pastures, North London with her husband Reverend Grant Bulmuo and also with a team of able Pastors and Ministers. The congregation affectionately call her Lady Pastor Selasie. She is a dynamic preacher of the word of God and is known for her revelatory and wise teachings which challenges people to re-think, reconsider and recover from the adversities of life and move towards walking in the sure purposes of God for their lives. Visit her blog http://www.neitherdoicondemnyou.wordpress.com for christian articles, expositions, Q&A, etc

. She runs the ‘The Marriage Preparation In 3-Step Programme’- (MP3-STEP PROGRAMME) made up of 2 modules in each step run over a period of six months, once a month as a transitionary preparation programme from singleness to married life. It is open to singles, singles in relationships and is also a really good refresher for married couples. An E- Course is soon to be launched. Visit the Facebook Page at http://www.facebook.com/MarriagePreparationIn3StepsProgramme

. She heads the Women’s Ministry of her local church. The HAYIL Ladies Ministry, North London. Her vision is to encourage women to DARE to break all limitations and be who they were intended to be against all odds. There are regular Influence Meetings for women to network sharing their goals and ambitions and finding resources, help and advise as well as a market for their entrepreneurial endeavours. There are revival, prayer and ministration meetings where women are released and anointed to overcome. Practical Workshops focusing on Confidence building, leadership etc are also run frequently. Visit us on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/Hayilladiesfgcnorthlondon

Selasie is a mother of two boys and a daughter.

• For further information on her books, writings, blog posts, Video and Audio messages, please visit http://www.selasiebulmuo.com

• For invitations to speaking engagements, conferences, workshops and other Bespoke events please send a request to selasiebulmuo@yahoo.com

Short Version Bio – Selasie J Bulmuo

She Writes, She Speaks, She Engages passionately mainly with the disadvantaged, the hurt and the socially struggling one who is seeking true redirection and support to discover hidden potential and to recover from the ravages of life. She is:
• A Qualified Social Worker and the Director of SJB Resource Limited, a Social Capital Builder.
• A Mother, Wife & Pre – Maital Counsellor, Examplar to Women and Co – Pastor of Fountain Gate Chapel North London.
• The author of ‘Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon – for my blocked up soul’ a collection of poems with accompanying graphics and short fictional stories that mimic real life triumphs and tragedies; experiences to which others can relate and see their own stories and lives through. A reaching out book soon to be published.
For further information on this and other upcoming books, blog posts, speaking engagements, workshops, conferences and other projects please visit http://www.selasiebulmuo.com

Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon - EXCERPTS

Excerpt from my new book – ‘Warm Honey Drizzle & Lemon (for my Blocked up soul)’

4.{Lost Love}

I now feel nothing in the place where I once felt everything, that place where my heart is meant to be, where it is supposed to beat with passion with every breath I take, now it beats with nothing if it beats at all.


Thats The Way Love Goes

Love in Bloom, Is like the brightest field of flowers

Brilliant colours, Thrilling the senses

Dizzy laughter, Amidst a cascade of tears

Relaxing the soul, Exciting and humbling

A myriad of feelings, Enlarging the heart

Nothing is quite as beautiful, As true love in Bloom

Love turned sour, Is like the sun scorched flower

No vitality, no spice, Colourless and distasteful

Beauty turned vain, Quenching the hearts fire

Empty days, Sleepless nights, Dull and meaningless

Hearts gone cold and numb, Hurt and lonely

Nothing is quite as dreadful, As love turned sour

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Meet Alicia……….

Nothing surprises me anymore. I have seen it all, heard it all, been there and done that and I have the T-Shirt to prove it. I have mixed with hardcore criminals, rendevoued with poverty, shared a drink with loneliness. I have ridden the dejected horse of ridicule, and ridden high on the wine of success. Boy, do I have a story to tell.

Born to the poorest parents you have ever met. If there was one thing they were good at it was making babies without a care how they will be raised. My mother at least kept a roof over our heads even if it was a constantly leaking one. Inside the house, if you could call it that, it was another whole story in itself. If she was at home, you could be sure to find her, drugged out of her mind, comatose on the dirty littered floor in the one spacious room in the house she called her private parlour. It was the most unkempt, filthiest room in the house. No one was allowed to enter in except my father. No one, not me or any of my seven siblings were ever allowed in except in an emergency on the occasions we had to call for help from the neighbours, the ambulance services or the police, and those were regular occasions, at least once a week particularly on nights when the fighting, banging each other around, the sounds of breaking glass and furniture being dashed against the wall became too much for us to bear.

I grew up in a large family but I know what it means to be lonely, to feel as though you had no one else but yourself in this whole wide world. I learnt to mistrust everything and everyone except my own intuition which for some reason has always been very sharp and accurate. It kept me alive. It was what made me know to hide in the big pot in the kitchen when I was five, the night ‘the gang’ raided my house and started shooting, looking for my dope infected, purposeless brother who had flaunted yet another unknown, stupid gang rule. It was that same intuition that stopped me from popping the nice looking pink pills my air head of a sister left on the kitchen table in her hurry to go out partying one cold night when I was 11 and trying hard to understand the world, trying fit in and be just like her. My intuition has brought me through many things, most of which are too horrible to remember. I do not even want to think about the night I was raped right there in front of my little sister. I knew I had to endure it otherwise she could get hurt.

What I am most grateful for is that right from the start, as soon as I could think and talk, I knew that I was different. I knew that I had to live my life differently in readiness for a better future than the one I could see around me everyday. I loved school and wanted to be there all the time. I guess it was my escape from the harsh reality of my life. It was the one place where I felt normal, encouraged, appreciated and fed… oh yes the food. I loved the food in the school cafeteria and found ways of getting what I needed everyday. Besides the free food there was what I could scrounge off others including the teachers and the dinner ladies who perhaps felt sorry for me. Everyone knew my story. They knew about my family where a new baby is born each year.  No need to worry about no food at home. There were people that made sure I had enough to eat at school.  At school I could stay in the library, have some peace and quiet and escape into other people’s world through books and stories. I was the first one in the family to graduate from secondary school. The rest never bothered. They found ways to hustle and survive and that did not include school. But I was different. I was determined that I will become a politician, a banker or a solicitor. I will be powerful and rich whatever it takes. The easiest way to achieve this, I thought then, was to study, not get distracted by any kind of social life, or fashion or fun. That in my view was for airheads like my elder sister who have nothing but their looks to go on with. I didn’t think I particularly had the looks, but what I had will do just fine. You can imagine the persona and the image I portrayed of myself by the time I was ready for college. I was a book worm, a nerd only interested in political and academic arguments, no interest whatsoever in looking good, having my hair done or painting my nails. No interest in boys except perhaps this one boy I knew when I was about twelve years old. For some reason I could not wait to see him each day at school.

He was thirteen and gorgeous and did not even know I existed. The feeling landed on me suddenly and disappeared just as suddenly when I over heard him complaining to a friend of his about his low score in his maths exams. Even at 12, I knew I wanted nothing to do with someone who was getting low scores in maths. Although I never figured out what exactly attracted me to him, this experienced defined my attitude to men and relationships. Unless you had something sensible to say, to offer or contribute, unless you were rich or on your way to being rich and influential, I wanted nothing to do with you. This attitude became even worse after I got a scholarship to go to one of the best universities in the country. I won’t tell you its name because you just might form an opinion about me I’d rather you didn’t. Suffice it to say, it was the reserve of the crème de la crème of my society.

So you see I had no choice but to redefine myself. I had to make up a background and a family history that didn’t exist. It was the only way to be accepted into the numerous cliques in this institution. It was also in the same year that I discovered my feminity. I had turned 20 and had filled out in all the right places. I decided to find out what I will look like if I made the effort so had a friend organise a makeover weekend for me. I discovered I was just as beautiful as any of those air heads who had nothing to offer apart from their looks. Beauty and brains. No one had to tell me I had both. I knew it and decided it had to be used as a powerful combination for my benefit. I do not intend to graduate from here and go back to the dead end community I was born into. A good job will not be enough. I needed to marry into the echelons of power in this nation. I decided to find myself a suitor.

Unfortunately I could never relax long enough to socialise. Whenever I tried, I got irritated by the young men. They always managed to say the wrong thing or tried to take advantage of me not realising that I was smarter and more hardcore than they could ever dream of being. I was a ghetto girl in disguise. The whole foreplay of chit chatting about nothing, getting friendly, getting to know each other before negotiating the terms of a potential relationship was too much for me to cope with. I wanted a businesslike relationship on my side and love on the side of my partner. I felt, that way, I could maintain control and not get used and dumped. I eventually gave up and concentrated on getting really good grades, joined activist groups, mentoring networks and the like. I even joined a sorority to keep up with the high class girls.

Although I wasn’t looking for love, love found me and I fell very hard for the most unlikely candidate. I have no idea how it happened. I don’t think either of us planned it. With Kevin all my guard was down. I simply let him in, not because he was gorgeous. He was not even particularly brainy. He was just Kevin and I enjoyed being with him. We met when I was in my second year. He seem painfully shy and socially inept, more so than I was. We became friends and were soon inseparable. We got even closer when we begun to work on the college newspaper. Those long evenings just slumped out in his room discussing articles and topics of interest to feature in the newsletter, time spent in the library together, time spent just being together. I think I became attracted to him because he wanted nothing from me neither did he pose a threat of any kind to me. He was not a project to conquer and I did not immediately see him as a potential suitor. It was when the long summer holidays were approaching and we knew we were going to be apart for eight weeks that we begun to notice how attached to each other we had become. I missed Kevin terribly during those holidays. I couldn’t wait to get back to school to start ‘negotiating’ my place in his life. Luckily he felt the same. We planned our whole lives. We decided how many children we would have, where we will live, what jobs we will do. It was better than I dreamed. I’d found my soul mate.  Although it was no longer a primary concern, I wanted to know everything about Kevin’s background. I told him everything about mine. After all, this was Kevin, my Kevin. I trusted him. Kevin had previously told me that his father was a senator in another state. His grandfather had made his money through the oil industry. But I now see something in his eyes I had never seen before each time he speaks about his family. A look of powerlessness and of resignation. He briefly mentioned that he was being groomed to follow in his father’s footsteps into politics. His family had already chosen whom he should marry and although he knew the girl quite well he did not feel about her the way he does about me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear more. I was beginning to get agitated. This is my Kevin, mine and only mine. I knew I had to fight for him but how? It was later I realised he had to fight for me, not the other way round. All my insecurities rose to the fore. Kevin knew that his family will not support his decision to marry me because his father had already heard about me and had called to caution him. He didn’t really want to talk about it. He simply wanted to keep his home life from intruding on the happiness he had found with me for a while, well as long as he could.

Another year went by and soon graduation was fast approaching. I had to ask the question. I had to know what Kevin intended to do. As soon as the question popped out of my mouth, I noticed the sad despondent look on his face and knew he had lost the fight. This fight for our love. He did not have to say a word. I knew it was over. This unique, once in a lifetime love I had for him and which I thought he had for me was not enough after all. He had pitted this slum, poor, unknown, girl against the wealth and prestige that he will loose if he chose her against his family’s wishes and had decided not to do so. Although I was fit for him in the small world of college, he did not think I was fit to be his wife in the real world.

This moment was definitely another turning point for me. It will define my life and future relationships. All my insecurities came back up again.  My old guard was up again all of a sudden. My constant childhood friend. My intuition which I thought I had lost. I was Alicia again. The girl who has to stand on her own two feet. Deep in my heart, I felt the locks clamping down again and I was powerless to stop them. It was such a sad time. I refused to show it. I made a resolution. I will prove him wrong. I will ensure that my background does not limit what I will accomplish in the future. As for love who needs it when it can be so fickle?

From that day on until the day we graduated, I avoided Kevin. I loathed him as much as I thought I loved him. I decided that love was a distraction I did not need if I was to become the woman I planned to be in the future. I did not need a man to get me to the dizzying heights of success. I will do it all by myself. It will be many years before this deep icy sadness lodged where my heart should have been will begin to thaw.

In the meantime, I did my best to exceed all my expectations, both good and bad. Over the years, I learnt to accept my history, my family and the community that nurtured me as a little girl. I learnt to give back and make life better for other girls who would have walked in my shoes without intervention. I forgave my parents. They were of another generation and had their own histories they had to contend with. I did find love again but I first had to find myself. And by the way….. I did accomplish my goals. All of them. They just did not make me as happy as I thought they would.

As I look across this big dinner table at this Christmas time, at my children and grand children and at Kevin, now an old man .. yes we did find each other again, after many years, what I am most grateful for is that love did find me afterall, in more ways than one.


{A Mother’s Love} – A mother’s Frantic Silent Cry – Poem by Selasie Bulmuo


My Child My Child

You are the reason I live

To see you smile

To see you grow

To see you gain

To see you thrive

I will give everything

All I am and not

To see you become

What will you become?

My dreams, your dreams

Invisible but so precious

All held within

Your tiny hands

My Child My Child

You are the reason I toil

So you can become

All that I never could be

My frantic silent cry

My beating heart

It’s muffled steps so loud

All sing a single song

A song of hope

A mother’s tune

I dare not sing aloud

In case the wind,

It feels my sighs

And steals our hope away

My Child My Child

You are my prayer

The hope I hold so dear

So condensed

My thoughts, my cry

Their source cannot be traced.

But this I know most true and sure

Its all for you

This frantic cry

Your choice ‘t will be

The future’s not mine

You will become

What you so choose

And I will remain

As I am now

Your  mother,

The one who cries for you.


My Granny – Poem by Nekor Bulmuo (9 years old)

Not sure where the inspiration for this poem came from but here goes, his words not mine, but still ..my son..


My Granny is 6 foot 3

My Granny is as tall as a tree

She says Nothing

And Nothing frightens me

She punches walls

And kicks down doors

She loves plantain and rice

She has friends that are nice

As nice as mice

My Granny is 6 foot 3

My Granny is as tall as a tree

Disclaimer: this is not a description of any of his grannys that I know, so it must be his little poetic creative mind going for a stroll … away from home.


Family – Poem by Selasie Bulmuo


To be loved

It’s a great feeling to be loved.

I sit among my very own

To share my life right from the start


You look like me, you are my family

No other ones exist like you.

So please love me, don’t torture me

This bond we have, I can’t escape

It can be heaven if we so desire


United we stand, divided we fall,

My brother, my sister, you’re not the enemy

Together as one

That’s what a family should be.

ENOUGH SAID!!! - Articles by Selasie Bulmuo

Unforgettable!! That’s What You Are.

For the Lord, the God of Israel, saith that he hateth putting away: for one covereth violence with his garment, saith the Lord of hosts: therefore take heed to your spirit, that ye deal not treacherously. (Malachi 2:16 KJV).

When we invest in something of great value we are quick to ask for a warranty, a guarantee that it will not break down in a short time. We go further to insure everything including our pets against future likely disasters.

Well God does the same when it comes to anything he institutes and commits to a human being. There is always limits and boundaries around the use of everything including your own self. If you break certain universal laws, you reap the negative consequences. If you refuse to give up chain smoking for example, you will be headed towards getting a lung disease.

Everything we are given freely to enjoy, also has boundaries within which to enjoy it in, so as to keep it safe and sound. A lot of the world’s problems come because of lack of control, excessive living and abuse of nature’s provisions.

When it comes to our relationships, they are meant to be operated by agreements and boundaries. Whether explicitly or implicitly every relationship in your life is maintained because both you and the others you are in relationship with, conduct your relationship knowing what you are allowed to do and not to do. It is up to you to set those boundaries, whether by verbal means or by non verbal means and ensure that on your side, you do not behave in a way that suggests to the other person that your boundaries are lax or that they can be re -negotiated as and when it takes their fancy. Without this in place, your relationships become like wildfire. They take over your life and lead you where you do not want to go, destroying everything in their path.

So it is up to you not only to choose where possible the people you bring into your life but also to choose and agree the rules of engagement from the very start of the relationship. There is now an expectation on both sides to stick to the agreement both in practical everyday living and also in principle ( in the spirit of the agreement), with no undercutting or short handed behaviours or hidden hatred.

God subjects himself to this principle when it comes to human beings. He is a respecter of free will because he is responsible for the choices he makes and like it or not you will be held responsible by him for the choices you make.

God therefore respects our relationships and the agreements we make with one another. Where there is true and positive agreement towards a specific positive purpose, he always lends his support and involvement.

‘Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven’. (Matthew 18:19 KJV).

Can two walk together except they are in agreement?

‘Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother. But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican’. (Matthew 18:15-17 KJV)

Relationships must always be brought back to the place of agreement. If they cannot then the relationship does not exist as it should before God. What he sees when he looks at the parties involved is a victim and a perpetrator. An abuser and the abused. The residue of the spirit when there should have been no residue but full acceptance and equilibrium. He always will go about setting the record straight.

‘Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord’. (Romans 12:19 KJV).

God himself operates by Covenants. Covenants are agreements to which the parties pledge never to break or breach forever and ever. Each willingly enters into it and submits to its terms forever. This is God’s insurance policy given the fickleness of Man’s heart. For a blessing to be established, God wants it to transcend the one person and to reach to future generations. A Covenant not only implicates the Covenantee but also generations after him or her. Why? So that the benefits of that Covenant, the fruit of it will last and be established for the benefit of others. The same thing happens when a Covenant is breached. The consequences of it transcends the offender reaching to his children and his children’s children, to generations yet unborn. That is why blessings and curses transcend generations. It is because they are the result of Covenants between man and God or between man and man (humans) with a God as the arbitrator. They were made to last and be rock solid.

You see the Trinity does not need a Covenant. They are a bonded 3 in 1. Always have been, always will be. But humans, that’s another story.

Covenants are made so an unbreakable bond or agreement can be entered into. Never to be broken.

So marriage which is one of God’s masterpieces can be built on no less than a Covenant. We choose our own lifelong partners, hopefully we are allowed to do so voluntarily. We agree our own terms and boundaries. That is Covenant enough as far as God is concerned irrespective of whether you are a Christian or not.

But as Christains we go even further. We bring our chosen ones before God and we vow and verbally reiterate the Covenant in his presence. We submit to the added bonus of God’s own set of rules and boundaries as far as the marriage relationship is concerned and he gives us to each other as a sacred gift. He blesses the union and makes the couple ONE. This ‘making one’ is a replica of the bonding within the trinity. It is unbreakable. And God expects the parties involved to realise the enormity of the Covenant they have entered into.

Jesus was questioned about the issue of separation and divorce. Look at the discussion:

‘The Pharisees also came unto him, tempting him, and saying unto him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife for every cause? And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, And said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh? Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. He saith unto them, Moses because of the hardness of your hearts suffered you to put away your wives: but from the beginning it was not so. And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery. His disciples say unto him, If the case of the man be so with his wife, it is not good to marry’. (Matthew 19:3-6, 8-10 KJV).

The disciples seeing the enormity of the implications of the Covenant concluded that it is not good to marry. Jesus did not agree with their assertion but did not belittle it either. He simply said that some are eunuchs by choice and others by compulsion. In other words, if you cannot comply to God’s terms, it is better not to get Covenanted.

The emphasis appears to be on protecting the women. There’s good reason for this, most of which I cannot go into in this post. But put simply, the woman was made as a resource bank, a gift to bring completeness where there is lack of any kind. It is just like God to want to insure a thing like that. Even you, will you leave your resource bank unprotected? He always puts a woman under the care of someone he can hold responsible and accountable. Before she is married that will be a father, natural, adopted or spiritual. He holds them to account for this resource bank and how it is used.

The woman is also the nurturer of the seed. Without her, there will be no future generations. She receives the seed, carries the seed, nurtures the seed and brings it forth. And I am not talking just about children. Let the Holy Spirit help your understanding. It is the seed brought forth by the woman that does the damage to the devil. 

On a material level, it takes a father and a mother working together in agreement to bring forth and raise godly children who will be sound and whole enough to undertake God’s agenda optimally on earth.

The safety of the woman who is the more vulnerable one is important to God. As a woman, I am always amazed at the length to which God goes in scripture to protect the woman. So that most scriptures we read which seem to be disqualifying women and putting them to the background are simply a picture of God’s heart towards her. A woman who is loved, cherished and protected is a reservoir of power and goodness not only to her children but the world at large.

So God takes it very seriously when women are abused, beaten, maltreated, used, degraded and violated and worse of all, put away, or divorced and left in the cold without a covering of a husband or a father. It is even worse when her children are thrown out with her.

Any man who does this callously and without great thought is in my view courting with danger.

‘A father of the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in his holy habitation’. (Psalm 68:5 KJV)

A woman who is put away is like a widow in God’s view. Note that a widow is a woman whose husband is dead. In putting your wife away callously, you are like a ‘dead man walking’.

However if the husband is still alive God expects him to return for his wife where possible and he expects all others to stay away and same for the wife.

‘And he saith unto them, Whosoever shall put away his wife, and marry another, committeth adultery against her. And if a woman shall put away her husband, and be married to another, she committeth adultery’. (Mark 10:11, 12 KJV).

Listen to Jesus’s words again;

‘And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery’. (Matthew 19:9 KJV).

In the light of the above, God will avenge and so he answers a complaint made by the people as follows;

‘And this have ye done again, covering the altar of the Lord with tears, with weeping, and with crying out, insomuch that he regardeth not the offering any more, or receiveth it with good will at your hand. Yet ye say, Wherefore? Because the Lord hath been witness between thee and the wife of thy youth, against whom thou hast dealt treacherously: yet is she thy companion, and the wife of thy covenant. And did not he make one? Yet had he the residue of the spirit. And wherefore one? That he might seek a godly seed. Therefore take heed to your spirit, and let none deal treacherously against the wife of his youth’. (Malachi 2:13-15 KJV)

The wife of your youth is simply your first wife and God expects you to have only one.

I cannot say it any better than has been said in the scripture above. Marriage is a covenant and one that God takes extremely seriously. All I can say is be careful in your decision making about marriage. If you go for it, you cannot ‘put away’. There are consequences which are dire.

You are unforgettable as far as God is concerned. Your worth is beyond measure. He will fight for you.

Disclaimer: This post is my understanding of what the scriptures say. You may not agree with it. But read it thoughtfully and raise such questions as you may have to God. He is able to shed light on what you need further explanation for. This is the best I can do. God help us all.

Enough Said!!!