Friday, March 28, 2008

This is for the Africans and African Americans

I will respond to the previous post shortly. But i was suddenly struck by this question and i want real opinions on this.

How come african (nigerian) girls usually only date within their own group (african/nigerian) while african (nigerian) men can date women from wherever?

Also, someone asked me today whether i have ever dated an african american and whether i would. Here is my honest opinion: When i look at/see african americans guys, i feel MOST of them (not all, i stress, not all) don't give their women the respect they deserve, or at least the level of respect i desire. What more an outsider (african)? In predominantly black schools, i have noticed that the africans and african americans mix well. Why is this not the case in other schools? Do nigerians do things that set them apart, or do they tend to keep to themselves?

Now, before i am asked, i will respond to the first question. All i can say is, after being here for a while, i just seem to be attracted to nigerian guys. Can't help it. I might see an african american boy that is to die for, talk to him, flirt with him, but come rain or snow, if a good looking nigerian boy talks to me, i am more likely to go with him. Why is that?

Friday, March 21, 2008

Guys, would you rather hot girl ask you out, or you ask the hot girl out?

I guess the title is self explanatory.
This was inspired by a blog i read. Its called For the love of me. Unfortunately, i don't know how to do that thingy that will enable you to click on that blog name and it takes you to the page. Can someone enlighten me?

Anyway, he was talking about how nigerian women are becoming more bold. I have noticed that in general, women everywhere over the past 2 decades have become bold. Maybe its my upbringing, or the country that i am from,or my culture, but something about a girl toasting (hollering) at a guy just does not sit well with me. I rather the guy chase the girl, not the other way round. Or maybe i just old school (which would be wierd, since i am still really young).

So what do Y'all think? All things being equal, would you rather a girl toast(holla) a guy, or a guy toast a girl?

Frat Party/ Car help

See me see wahala oh!

Ok, so last weekend, at noon, i met my friend at some event. I had been waiting for her earlier outside, and i was given an invitation for one party like this. I always get this info, but i never go. Being the workaholic that i am, i rather go to work and make the money and come home and sleep than go out. But something in me screamed "WOO HOO, BOOGIE TIME!"

Anyway, i told my friend about it. She was like "do you want to go?" and i gave a charming smile. She sighed and agreed.

At seven pm, i got off work. I didn't even study at work, because my friend was there all through, telling me about her man probs (i swear its like there is an invisible sign on my forehead saying "BOYFRIEND/MALE FRIEND GIST WAHALA DEPOSIT, X MARKS THE SPOT" in neon lights or something). Anyhoo, i carried my 2 left legs to my house, regretting why i did not study. Called my friend, and she told me to be ready for 10pm. I was like no shaking.

9.30pm i was done eating rice and stew with buttered veggies and chicken (mmmmm). Got upstairs and started my ritual. You see, i can't get ready for a party without blasting musci while i am getting dressed. Hopped into the shower, with usher's make love in the club blasting. I dance so much in the shower, i almost broke it once. i need a bigger one. Anyway, i got out, and i had no clue what to wear!!!!!!!! i finally decided on something. I wore a seagreen tube top that hugged my small waist and accentuated my "girls" without being overtly sexy (as you can probably tell from the design of my blog, i believe solely in the subtle, sophistcated sexy), skinny jeans and these killer shoes i just got. I slipped on my bling and waited for my friend.

Fastforward to the party. Seeing as i am an honorary soror of SGRho, i got in for greek price. We got in, and my girls started strutting. I got a barcadi silver (i actually don't drink, honest. i just like something to hold in my hands). After like an hour or 2, my friends were standing on the platform. I told them i wanted to be in the middle of the action, so i went down to the dancefloor, right where the Q's (Omega's) where strutting as per usual. So, there i was, minding my own business, when one of the guys in their line, while dancing, suddenly turned towards me and planted his mouth on my chest.

No, he did not hit my boob. He was closer to my collar bone. Its like time froze for me. Shock gave way to horror, and then to pissed-offness. Who was this random dude, planting his viral infected tongue on my skin, WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?? So, before i knew it, the nigerian in me came out. I slapped him. A hot one, right on the cheek. He pulled back in amazement. Now, the Q is the toughest (physically) frat on my campus.. Yeah, the alphas are the hottest, and the Kappas are cool, but the Q's are like animals.... they called the dogs.... and they really are that wild. All the people around me stopped dancing, and the strut line stopped abruptly. Seeing as this was my first time in a veeeeeeeeeeeeeery long time at such an event, i was basically like a fish outta water. But as far as i am concerned, i don't care who you are, but no one disrespects me like that. No one. Next thing, i felt hands pulling me away, and i was dragged outside.
My friend asked if i was ok, and i said yeah. Later that night, my friend asked me if i was still going to the greek stepshow the next day. Why wouldn't i go? She was like what if that guy is there?

Do i look like i care? Anyhoo, i went for the step show, and i had a ball! Oh my goodness, alpha guys are soooooooooooo hot........... i was all a-flutter during the event..... And this cute guy came and sang falsetoo by The dream..... oh boy, is it getting hot here or what? :)
But yeah, it was a fab weekend.... Oh yeah, i might be in and out of blogsville, got tons of work to do PLUS its my spring break and i am heading down to florida mehn.......

PS: Blog people, i need your help. First and foremost, thanks for all the words of encouragement. I don't pick up my ex's calls anymore. He buzzed me 5 times and called me 5 times when i was writing this, but i did not answer him. Anyway, i am looking to buy a used car, and i want something that looks fly but has excellent gas mileage (27mpg and above). I don't know much cars. Does anyone have any suggestions?

Sunday, March 16, 2008


A smile crosses her lips. She is thankful for the grace of God on her life, that she could experience this moment with no hard feelings

"I'll be leaving tomorrow. I found somewhere i could go"
"No problem. Holla at me on your way out ok?"

She nodded. Her eyes fell upon her laptop once again. Her spirit felt weak. Tired. Slightly exhausted. It had gone more miles over the past weeks and months that it had ever done. Finally sleep came and stole her away. A blessed escape.

*A Few hours ago*

Phone rings. Its stephan.
"I can come and pick you up from the station. Just take a taxi to Bloomington station, and then take a train down to Monroe. Then call me when you get there"

She sat down on the couch. How could this happen to her? Funny how plans change. Never one to focus on the present turmoil, she arose and walked out to the foyer, over to her suite. Her ever faithful laptop on, she turned on her media player and pressed play. Amy Winehouse started crooning. "Befitting song" she thought to herself, as Amy sang of her triumph over he enemies. "I know this hurt will pass, i just need to get through this and focus on my getting my paperwork"
Born in cameroun, Jasmine never thought she could miss her home in France so much. She never was excited about going there to live, but right there and then it seemed like heaven.

She packed her things, humming along to the music. She felt connected to the song, because just as Amy was told to go to rehab and said no, she felt she was being tested, like the devil was trying to push her over the cliff, but she was refusing to give in.

Phone rings. Its her friend Amina.
"Ok, so what is happening now?

"I think i am just going to go now, instead of waiting for them to come back. Its not like i care, to be honest. I just don't want anyone to feel uncomfortable, no?" With her pretty french accent.

"Jasmine, its late. I can understand why you don't want to be there when they get back, but you don't even know where Monroe is. Its late, and with all your luggage, it could be dangerous. Why don't you just spend the night and leave tomorrow?"

"You have a point there. I don't feel like going out anyway, its really cold. I guess i'll just wait till tomorrow. You know, the funny thing is, i don't want to leave because she is coming, or because of any so called emotional attachment. Its the betrayal that hurts."

"Betrayal? What are you talking about?"

"I understand Santiago's reasoning, and the logic behind it. Forget all the lovey dovey ish, its the fact that the one person i felt knew me better than most people, the one person whom i trusted, is basically flinging me under the bus. But its all good. I can't say i haven't learnt my lesson."

"Jasmine, i feel you. Right now, just enter your room and sleep. By this time tomorrow, you will be far away from them. Focus on getting your stuff and coming back home"

"Alright. I'll call you if anything changes."

She looked her her luggage. She had already pulled it up beside the front door. The taxi had already been called. She wanted nothing more at the moment to leave the house. The selfishness of her friend was enough to make her vomit her insides in digust and disappointment. But, calm and poised as ever, she dragged her heavy boxes back into her new room. It felt strange but peaceful, without all the discomfort and ghosts of the room next door. And strangely enough, it was more comfortable than the bed she had been resting in and the arms she had laid her head on. The new bed felt like a lovely dose of reality, washing down on spirit, granting her peace.


The sound of plates hitting each other woke her up. Out of habit, she looked out the window. Although the apartment was lavish, it seemed to lack the ability to let sunlight in. She took it as a sign for her to leave. Tired, however, she closed her eyes, lulling herself back to sleep.
The clanging started again. Pissed, she got up and reached for her phone. It was 6.30am. Who the hell washes plates at this time? Is this some kind of punishment, or some kind of departure bell, telling her to hurry up and get the hell out of the house? The rebel in her decided to sleep for an even longer time, and decided not to rush. "After all, why should i feel uncomfortable? My wrong was in trusting a skank. Even though i have a part to play, it was a part of innocence, naivety and stupidity, so no one can say i purposely hurt anyone." On that note, she closed her eyes and slept.

5 hours later, she arose. A sense of her old self was coming back, and she loved it. She loved the fact that she was going through a situation that would break most people, but she was surviving it. She took her towel and went to the shower. Sean Kingston sounds good. Jay Z's LA LA LA (Excuse me miss again) Sounds even better. Feeling better than she had in days, she got into the shower, rapping along with the Master. She got back to the room, and got dressed. Her emotional part seemed to have departed, or frozen, or maybe she just could not give a damn either way. Off she went to the living room, remembering the thai food she left in the freezer. There was no way in hell she was going to leave it for him to eat. She turned around, and there she was. The look on her face was one that Jasmine could not really understand, but seemed closest to finely disguised annoyance. For some reason, this pleased Jasmine. Even though she had plans to take her food to the room to eat, she decided to seat right there and eat. Jasmine laughed to herself, and wondered why she loved to make people uncomfortable. The girl was on her laptop, listening to music, with the tv on. Disney channel was on. Oh my goodness, i hate cartoons, Jasmine thought to herself. The girl got up without a word, and later came back with the remote control. Jasmine murmured a thanks and changed the channel to BET.

It was time to leave. She signed out of her msn, laughing at all the curses her friend molly threw at him. Its not his fault, she told molly. Its mine for trusting him. Aren't you hurt? Molly asked. Strangely, no, Jasmine replied. The part that hurts is the fact that apparently a friendshio i thought meant a lot apparently meant nothing. Do you know that he was even willing to let me go to a motel, just not to deak with it? Molly laughed and threw some more curses. Jasmine laughed, and promised to call later. She packed up her laptop, and looked around, making sure she didn't leave anything. She didn't want to have any cause to come back, not until her document came, thats for sure. As she looked around, she felt a slight pang of pain. She knew that they would never be friends again. For a second, she wondered if this was how Jesus felt when he figured out that Judas would betray him. After a second of pondering, she looked at t he bed. Her phone was vibrating. The taxi had come. She dragged her box up the stairs and opened the front door. The sun was shining, brighter than she had ever seen it since she came to london that winter. Something whispered to her "Its all over. Peace is on the way."

The taxi guy came and helped with her bags. She saw her ex-friend's landlord walk up to the apartment. She gave him a beautiful, genuine smile. He hollered "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" She smiled again and got into the cab. The driver took off, and she never looked back.

She dragged her luggage through the station. To her amazement, no one even offered to help her with her bags. She got stares from passerbys, looks of pity, wonder and amazement. Tired and hungry, she collapsed with her bags on a seat.

2 Hours later.

"Where the hell is this guy? With my luck, he'll be an ugly leech" Jasmine thought to herself. Never one to be patient, she was getting irritated. It was almost an hour after when he was supposed to be there, and he had not come yet. He was not picking up his phone. At the height of her annoyance, she saw a young black man approach her, with a serious look on her face.
"I'm Stephan. Nice to meet you."

She could almost feel her world spin. The good times where about to roll....

To be continued (hopefully, fingers crossed)

Thursday, March 13, 2008


Ok people, i need your help (i can't even believe i am doing this, quite unlike me)

So, i had this dude i dated last year, for about 3 months. Things were good at first, and then stuff started going downhill. I sacrificed a lot of who i was for him, and one day i snapped out of it and broke up with him.

He would call me endlessly (as in 3 times/hour, i kid you not) until i felt so pressured, i would say yes and get back with him. We would get back for a couple days, but i would be unhappy with my decisionn and break up with him again. Finally, in october, i broke up with him for good.

Since then, he still calls me, trying to get back with me, telling me that he really loves me and all. Trying to make me feel sorry for him. But i refuse to date someone just because i feel bad for the person. We argue everytime we speak, because he doesn't know how to talk. He says some thing that get me so mad, my bad side comes out. Tonight was one of those nights. He is graduating and is going to do some work overseas. He wants us to get back together and be together even when he is far away. Bear in mind that i don't even like this guy anymore. Now, i am not heartless, i totally understand how he feels, and it sucks to love someone and they don't love you back. But my ethics will not allow to date someone if i don't have genuine feelings for them. For the past 5 months, this guy has done everything to get me back, and its only by the grace of God that i have not yielded to the pressure. I have tried everything i can to convince this guy that i dont want to get back with him, but to no avail. Tonight, i decided to forget tact and tell him straight up i don't love him anymore, and i don't have the emotional energy to build anything with him. I am still young, so its not like i am at the age where i have to get married quickly. I hate to say this, but its not my fault that when i had feelings, albeit misguided ones, he was an absolute jerk to me. So when i told him that i didn't think it was a good idea we get back, he started telling me that what i am doing is not fair, and that i am full of myself. He also said, when i told him that i know what i want, and that we are not just compatible and we don't click the way i would want, he started asking me am i God? that why am i acting as if i am God, after all, only God knows what is good for me (implying that God would want him in my life). That got me irritated. I mean, why drag God into this? What more, why manipulate the name of God to get what you want? He also went on to say that i don't know what i am doing. I started getting mad, and i dropped the phone (thats damage control for me: i'd rather drop the phone than say something mean). When he called back, i apologised, and then he started saying that he knows my strategy is to get us to quarrell everytime we talk, so that i can now have something to stand on when i say we are not compatible, that i don't know what i want, and i am just basically being a mean person. Right now i am pissed beyond compare. Irritatingly enough, this is not the first, 5th, or 10th time this is happening. He always does this. Always. And it always makes me mad. I realise it was a mistake dating him, and i don't want to go back to that. I have deleted him from my msn before, and even from my facebook. If i decide not to pick his calls, he simply keeps calling and calling and calling and calling and calling.... especiallyat like 7am.... AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!


This is not all... we have had some serious arguments in the past.....he has called me a slut, a cheat, treats me like i am a 5 year old that has no clue as to what the world is about (even though he is only 3 years older than me).. oh shit, he is calling me back again........

Sunday, March 9, 2008


I am sorry if i come off as arrogant, but what can i say, i love myself... :0)
Did you know that honeywell=fabulous?

International week ended today with out international dinner and ball.... after my driving up and down town, running here and there, the week is finally over... and i had a BLAST!!!!!!!!!!

So our dinner and ball was tonight.... started at 7pm......but because i was still busy making sure that everything was ok, i didn't get a chance to go home and change till like 8pm. Grabbed my friend and ran home like an idiot. Got into the shower, with some loud music, and then they stated playing my song falsetto my the dream.......

My my my, tempation already?

I sha got ready finally. My friends were getting very impatient, waiting for me in the car. As i walked up to the car, my girls started screaming. Ah, gotta love em :)

Did i mention i randomly asked this one one guy from a neighbouring school last week to be my date? Anyhoo. i got there. 5 hot, and sexy girls, walking into an occasion like that, can i hear someone say SHOWSTOPPING??

After being mauled by paprazzi, i finally got a chane to get in. Said hi to my friends, and grabbed my plate and attacke the food display. It was almost all gone! *sob* On my way there, i saw my friend from another school. I will call him dancer. So i didn't say anything, simply walked past. Walked past again. Then the 3rd time, i was like "hey dancer!"
And walked away. :)

After chilling and eating for a lil bit, i took more pics, and then the dancing started. My fave part! :) With my heels and FABULOUS DRESS, i took to the dance floor to show the poor fellows how its done.

I will highlight only a couple events from the night, cuz i have to get into bed. :)
My date arrived. I have to say, he looked good. I will call him Q. My close friend M has been trying to hook me up with Q, but he is too quiet for me, unfortunately... I am a lively child, i need a lively person... but she keeps insisting that we are perfect for each other.
So i went back and forth between the dance floor, my friends, and my date. I even saw this one guy who kept bugging me at a nigerian independence party last year. I gave him some number, thinking i'd never see him again, only to see him again. I didn't even recognise him. I just walked past, and someone caught me by my arm.

Dude: Honeywell
H: Do i know you?
Dude: I am that guy from the party last year, remember? You gave me a fake number
H: *Lord have mercy* Ok, i will be right back alright?

Of course i dodged him for the rest of the night.

So as for dancer... hmm, funny enough, we only see ourselves about twice a year... but whenever i see him, i develop a slight crush... which lasts for about a week or 2, and then its gone.... now, he's not fine or anything, but i love his character mehn..... but moving on..... So he called me over, and started talking about how i owe him a dance from last year's international dinner and ball (which was this time last year). From arguing about who is better, we started talking. After a while, to escape the loud music, we went outside to talk. He took off his jacket and gave it to me. We took a stroll, and sat down by the lake. It was like 12.30am. So we kept on talking, random stuff from his relationship to my ex to internships to viagra........ Anyway, his boys called him and said they were heading back for their school..... I went back in, feeling bad because i had not given my president's speech, when i heard the annoucement...

"And the best dressed couple is........Honeywell and Q!!!"
Yes people, yours truly was the best dressed.... what can i say, i am fierce...... :)
I felt bad though, because i had not spent quality time with my date... oh well.....
one of my other male friends from the other school dragged me and we danced..... then it was time for them to go :(

Walked them outside, while my male friend, Q, and dancer struggled to take pics with me. Then, out of desire to win the competition, dancer carried me in his arms... we looked so cute... :) he carried me all the way outside....long story short, they left.

Now, there is this boy i met 2 years ago, summer 2006.... we had this awesome chemistry... like, we would be in the same room, and the stirrings of desire would be so strong, other people could feel it, without both if us even being near each other... Now people, get your minds out of the gutter.. nothing happened between us, not even a kiss.... upon all the desire and chemistry, i didn't want anything to have to do with him.... I remember one night, he drove up 2 hours to my house, and i left on purpose just before he came... he kept begging to see me, but i said no..... Now back to the present. I was eating jejely, minding my own business and laughing with friends, when i turned around, AND THERE HE WAS. I sha ignored him the whole night and stayed out of his way..... I don't want wahala.....

Let me see, what else happened? I danced my socks off.....Which is what i am known for anyway....oh yeah, the guy that has been playing mind games with me, the one that kissed me? He came like an hour to the end of the whole thing... kept circling my perimeter, waiting for me to say wassup..... like really, if you have something to say, just say it.... all dem games make me tired... so i didn't even bother saying anything to him..schew...

OOOOOOOOOO, dancer is calling me.... goodnight y'all.. :)


Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Stuff spewing from my brain at 1.00am

So, international week is finallt here...... After all the wahala... its not over though, but so far, it has been awesome! thank you God...
The Pageant was AWESOME! Miss Nigeria was first runner up, and Miss Mexico won... i can't be mad, miss mexico did good... all the girl were beautiful....I'll post some pics soon when i get a breather... moving on.

Had to present a visual argument today. You read right: i said visual argument. What the heck is that, you ask? I don't know either. But i sha did it today. I argued (visually, i guess) against cosmetic plastic surgery in female teen.... that ish pisses me off... at least wait for God to do his work, or mother nature, or whatever you believe in (scientology, whatever) before you put silicon in there for crissakes..... nonsense. Before i started the powerpoint, i forgot to change my desktop pic. The thing is, my desktop pic is that guy, the main actor and my boo, in the movie Stomp The Yard.... So you can imagine the reaction i got when i hooked up my laptop to the projector..... but my class already knows i am crazy, so it was a normal thing to happen, coming from me.....

I remembered today something i wanted to post a while back..... see what happened to my friend oh..... to place things in context, she was sleeping, and it was like 4am in Silver Springs, Maryland, USA.

*Phone rings*
Nigerian number appears on the phone
Friend: *grumbles* Hello?
Negro: MONIKA? (In thick igbo accent)
Friend: Hello?
Negro: Monica? Monica?
Friend: I am sorry, you have the wrong number.

*Phone rings*
Friend: Hello?
Negro: Monica?
Friend: You have the wrong number.
Negro: Please i am looking for my sister Monica
Friend: I don't know any Monica
Negro: Please sister you have to help me. I am looking for my sister Monica. My name is Onyeka.
Friend: I don't know any Monica. Goodnight.

Friend drops phone.

*phone rings*

The next day we saw that he left a voicemail, because she didn't pick up the last time. As we were listening to it, he calls.
Friend: Hello?
Negro: Ah ah, sister, you don't have to behave like that now. Why can't we be friends?
Friend: I thought you were looking for your sister
Negro: Why can't we be friends? I like you. Its not like that now....

I don't know what trash can they are breeding these children from. Like seriously, what was that all about?

I applied for internships in john hopkins and NYU. Was rejected. I aint mad. They sent me a nice rejection letter, with their credentials at the bottom. I replied, telling them that they should notify me when a slot is available. On a rebellious note, i also included, and i quote, "I possess an excellent mind and a strong work ethic, and i believe your program needs me. I am an asset that is worth investing in" And then i signed it like so:
International Student Council

Na only them wet get credential? Schew........ :)

Some dude i randomly flirted with some weeks ago has been playing mind games with me...... who sent me message? One day i was sleeping and he starts texting me around 2am on friday night, giving me some kind yarns about wanting to see me...... see me seee wahala oh, i have now become a member of Booty Calls Association Of America abi? Schew....... Rule #1: If we are not a friendship terms aka you don't know me a lil bit, call me during the day, especially if you are a guy. Now, i don't object to being called at night..... but when you call me ONLYafter 1am, telling me ish, i find that disrespectful..... if you don't want to get to know me while the sun is shining, don't think i will give you that priviledge in the middle of the night.... i now saw the dude during the rehearsal for the pageant last sunday....... i was dressed nicely (as always lol) and just kept staring..... he kept waiting for me to come and say hi, so i did, and he kissed me on the cheek. Now, i wouldn't care if we were french, but we are nigerians for crissakes. NO need to do that... unless he wanted to kiss me, of course.... ;)

Ok, now i am going to sleep... Have a good week everyone!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Amarula Cream: Africa.

Africa, oh Africa
When will you recognise your riches?
When will you obtain self worth?
When will my people stop fighting each other?

Day after Day
Stories of bloodthirsty gun-handling kids shattering eardrums
Tales of women and children being raped pierces my heart
When willing people realise the foolhardiness in giving into the greed of the White Man?
But our own self destruction in itself is rooted in greed
The same greed brought on boats
Sailing in from miles away
Passed to my once peaceful people by the thrash of the whip and Darwin's Survival of the Fittest Theory
That same greed is what has caused father to rape daughter
Father to sell Son
Father to kill Mother.

My heart bleeds for you, Oh Africa
You are so blessed!
Enriched and fortified with treasures get to be named or discovered
Bounteous crops that feed the world
If you did not exist, Africa,
There would be no Kay's Jewellers.
There would be no Starbucks or Tim Hortons
There will be no Manolos or Leather Jackets
Chic fur
Hugo Boss cologne
And a lot more

You, my mother, have been robbed
Been robbed for centuries
But not with arms
But with a smooth tongue whose words you cannot decipher
But sounds slightly appealing to the ear
A smiling face you instantly trust because of naivety
Naivety born out of never encountering such ruthlessness.
So instead, you turn your frustration to your children
Your children kill themselves inorder to appease the Light Skinned unfamiliar (familiar?) fellows.
We beat up on each other because some are lighter skinned that us
We hate each other because Kenya cannot understand Igbo
Instead of us to rise up to our full potential

The world perpetuates hate amongst us
Because the world is terrified of what will happen
When Africa awakens from its deadened slumber
After all, my friends, pause and consider with me for a second
Is England not but an island?
Is America not but a huge landmass with cotton, COTTON, its only major export?
Do we not have the means?
Do we not have the resources?

Look at our fellow Man
The Chinese Man
Laughed at in high school for being nerdy
Ignored in college for being introverted
Is his economy not the fastest growing economy?
Is his brother not on your block, offering General Tao Chicken with a drink for $8.99?

The world marvels at their growth
My friends, do not be decieved.
For what the Chinese Man discovered is the true source of success?

I imagine an Africa with no war
No strife
No corruption
Nothing but peace
Will you agree with me that then,
and only then,
Will we be the greatest people on Earth?


Saturday, March 1, 2008

Slight despair and Joy in five minutes

The pain.

The pain is diffuse

not necessarily strong

but there nonetheless.

Brought on by hormones

by the visual

For something that can never be

Something unreal

That much is true

that much is accepted


and recieved

But on very, very, rare occasions

It comes back

And comes knocking

But i am strong

and fierce

And when it comes knocking

I am reminded by my savior

"In due time my dear, in due time"

All things beautiful, all things sure, all things everlasting

Will come

In due time