Patience.. ‘Be still and Know that I AM GOD’

Patience.. ‘Be still and Know that I AM GOD’

Hi my babes! 🙂

How hot has the weather been lately in LDN Town?!? No lie, I’ve been DRIPPING with sweat the last few days whilst on our public transport, and even when I decided that I’d rather walk across the bridge than spend one more minute in the sauna we call a ‘bus’!



..I’ve missed blogging and missed you guys a lot! Life has thrown me unexpected plot twists the last few months, talk-less of the last few years, but I’m determined to stay positive and stay afloat on what seems to be a sinking ship..

Don’t get me wrong..Life has given me some good times and great times, but the twists and turns in the plot, keep on getting thicker and thicker,not the point where I feel that I cannot take it any longer. I feel suffocated. I feel like I’m bound to a  chair, a mute, forced to watch my life and all those who matter to me most’s life, pass me by; with no way of improving my situations. Invincible.

It’s can be very hard to stay patient in the waiting times. It’s almost impossible and painful at times. My goal is not to rush my story. My goal is to be MY best and live MY BEST, in MY story.

..sometimes, it’s easier said, than done.



Don’t be Ugly.

“If a person has ugly thoughts, it begins to show on the face. And when that person has ï»¿ï»¿ï»¿ugly thoughts every day, every week, every year, the face gets uglier and uglier until you can hardly bear to look at it.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts it will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.” 
― Roald DahlThe Twits

Currently Crushing on: Maya Diab

Currently Crushing on: Maya Diab

Devils & Angels

Devils & Angels


I’m sitting here, all emotional and teary eyed, because the feedback and reaction I got from my last post(s) is beyond anything I ever expected.


It was such a huge thing for me to do…and such a gamble.
They were SO personal and out-there, that I came so close to not pressing that key. If anything I hope it helped someone, somewhere. I hope that you realise that that ‘Lonely Hour’ or deep state of depression you are going through, that I’ve been there and survived. If I can do it and come through it clean, so can you.

I’ve had my moments. They inspire great songs and poetry, in my eyes, as well as an insight into my broken state of mind and heart. I find I write best and more honest when I’m going through whatever, be it happy or sad.

If you liked it. Thank you. If you didn’t. That’s okay too. That’s what makes us, Us. We are all different and unique with different tastes and all that good stuff…but thank you for clicking and at least reading my posts.

For all you new and older subscribers…Let’s do this journey together. Stick With Me.

Our Best Is Yet To Come.

Adama XO

London Fashion Week

London Fashion Week

Hey dolls 🙂

Sorry for the lack of posts 😦 LFW has been uber exhausting and tiring that I’ve had absolutely NO time at all to blog anything 😦 However, I do hope to change that soon.

I cannot complain about being busy! I feel blessed and highly favoured!

Have a good day/night and blog with you another time!!!

I love you all! Xxx AJ 😘


Last. Night.

Last. Night.

Last. Night.

Last night.
Never again.
This morning, I was shaking and trembling.
Never again.
I think I’m okay at the moment. Listening to Jesus culture.
Break every chain on repeat.
It’s keeping me calm.
Although I keep catching myself overthinking and over analysing the situation.
I’m okay
I’ll be okay.

By Adama Jatta
Monday 1st of September 2014 11:46am





My pillow is WET.
My pillow is wet from all the pain I have wept.
Pain, my enemy, is my unwanted friend.
Sorrow is all my fragile heart and state knows.
I cry and weep and wail and regurgitate all the events of my day.
Never involved but always the outcast.
My looks?
My attire?
My sound or my scent?
My demure?
My fire?
Or is it something more? (Dire?)

My heart is heavy
My heart is burdened
I have no reason
To be feeling so sunken
My breathing’s fast
Paced with anxiety
My chest is caving
I believe I can see heaven
My palms are sweaty
My temperature’s high
My head is spinning
With thoughts of why
My hearing blurred and my stomach is queezey
Heaven please take me and save me from this

I did what I thought I should have done
I said what I felt I should have said
I’m thinking that I should have kept my mouth shut
It’ll spread like wild fire
But am I too strong to care?
Will I break out and break free
Of this fear that follows me

The whispers and murmurs
And all that is there
Might torment me
But I hope He sees me
Shelters me from the stares and glares
From the he said, she said and all that will follow
Shattered confidence and broken walls
With lack of love to glue it all
If my tears run deep
And my soul is weak
Will you pick me up and rock me to Sleep?


I’ve purged my soul out with tears
Until no water falls my dear
I’ve gazed through mirrors unaware
That the girl who breaks before me is unidentified
Who are you girl, when panic attacks?
Who are you, when isolation appears?
Could you recall all that’s great about you?
Or are you still a puzzle piece waiting to be placed?
Is this life yours or that of pain?
Can you hold on when life clings cheap?
Can you reach out for one breath to bring?
Will you chose life, when the darkness closes in?
When fear and torture and mental tormentors, strangle your mind and shrivel your hope?
Is this the life you wished upon?
Can your heart take one more blow or will it shrivel or burn?

Why am I here?
Why is pain here?
Will I survive?
Will He set me free?
What do You want from me?
Why am I here?!!
Is this real or am I dreaming
A horrible nightmare that’s never ending?!!?
Tell me…what do You want from me?
Why am I here?
Why is this happening?
Why do You forsake me?
Have You forsaken me?
Where are You?
Have You turned Your back away from me?
What have I done?
What did I do?
Does Your grace not cover it all?
Will You not always be by my side?
Are You not for me?
Why aren’t You near?
Why are You so distant?
Why do You look away from me?
Why do these things and people torture me?
Life, on it’s own, is hard enough.
I’m shaking.
I’m crying.
I’ve gathered up strength to ask You.
Why do things keep happening?
When will it end?
Will it ever end?
Do You care about me?
Do You see me?
Do You hear me?

Please HELP ME!!!
I cannot take it anymore!!
This life is suffocating!
I’m drowning!
I can’t breathe!
I can’t see the light!
I can’t see the end!
I just can’t do this anymore.
I just can’t.
I can’t.

Forgive me.
I’ve tried. I promise You! I’ve tried.
I really tried.
I tried and failed and tried and failed and tried and failed.
A cycle.
Forgive me.
I can’t.
I don’t know what You want from me?!
I don’t know what You want me to do?!?!
I can’t see it and I don’t understand it.
No resources and no help.
Alone and shipwrecked.
What did You want from me?
What do You want?

I relive moments in my head.
They flash up before me like a TV or a screen
Where the scene’s stuck on repeat
Forever reminding me to never forget
Forever reminding me that I’m stuck
Forever reminding me that I cannot escape
Forever reminding me of what went on
Never apologetic
Always repetitive
Like daggers through my being
My thoughts swivel around my head
Causing distress and anxiety.
Who can I tell?
What can I do?
Will it ever stop?
I’m tortured.
Every part. Tortured.
Tortured soul.
Panic, questions, moments, anxiety
They all ensue.
You should see me now and in the morning.
I. Am. Shaking.

I can’t do this.
Forgive me.
Don’t judge me please!
Forgive me.
Forgive me.
I love you.
Forgive me.
I tried.
I don’t know what else to do.
I’m drained.
I’m so weak.
Never have I felt SO defeated.

The devil is a liar.

I’m sorry.
Forgive me.
I failed you.
I love You.
I’m done.
I love You.
Forgive me.

By Adama Jatta
31st of August 2014 22:30pm to 1st of September 2014 2AMIMG_7193.JPG