For the beautiful ones who almost were… We may never ever again be the way we once were. We may no longer dance the cha-cha and sip palm wine in the shade of the coconut palms as Coltrane serenades and the sea breezes ripple through the flimsy thatch that breaks the fall of the gently falling rain. We may now never know the blessing of the Old Man’s Libation, or see his scrawny fingers split the kola nut or the unerring aim of the red spittle from his toothless gums ...
I want the next woman, who comes into my life, and loves me to stay for the long run. To love me, as I love her, to give me butterflies in my stomach and awaken my inner protector…. Surely, not too much to ask? I think I’ve thrown walls up around my heart for too long.. Sigh
In theory, fresh starts are great: you get a clean slate, a new life, the chance to reinvent yourself and lay the past to rest. In reality, the break is never clean – past actions have consequences, past events leave signatures that are etched like indelible tattoos on the mind, and on memory, and there will always be connections to people we can’t escape.
Nigeria turns 51, bloggers go on the charm offensive with 419 reasons to love the country. My moan from 2009 still stands regardless. The 216th Mersey side derby is ‘ruined by the referee’. The inevitable comments about ‘foreigners’ follow. More from The Good Men Project - traditional gender roles Amanda Knox walks free - justice or a travesty? For better, for worse, until two years doth us part? In her b(rea)st interest? The $1m dollar insured boobs Shell complicit in military excesses in the Niger Delta? What’s in a number? Nothing, says the Good men Project. How the discipline of blogging is a stepping stone to become a good writer. Giving women the visibility they deserve? Steve Jobs passes - TIME’s official obituary.
That iconic 2005 Standford Commencement address again.. What I learned: Do not be afraid to start again: Apple, NeXT, Pixar and then Apple again? Keep every decision, and every action in perspective of what’s truly important Find what you love, love what you do, and excel at it. Never underestimate the importance of any experience, the dots only appear to line up in hindsight Do YOU! Definitely one to file in my ‘Ideas for life’ folder alongside Dennis Prager’s at Pepperdine University and John Legend at The University of Pennsylvania. ...
I think it is a little too early, but out here in ruralville the airwaves are already awash with ads for Christmas get aways. At work our coffee room conversations too are taking a decidedly christmas-sy bent: turkey shopping, holiday bookings, grand children, the company christmas ball and fine wine seem to come to the fore a little easier these days. The weather man promised an Indian summer of sorts, but our sun - for all its light - seems to be the evil twin of the one which terrorised us a scant few months ago, all light and no warmth ably aided by the wind which howls through every open space like a spurned suitor. ...
Slightly better September again - but I have fallen a lot more behind (5 books behind the plan according to the goodreads widget). Most of my reading is currently being done off my kindle which makes it marginally easier to read too. So here goes: Hell’s Corner - David Baldacci: Bought after stumbling on an ad on TV (the dangers of daytime TV I guess). Interesting read, especially given my long hiatus from reading spy-y books. Paradise - Toni Morrison: My first Toni Morrison book. Loved the attention to detail - one I intend to re-read. Another Country - James Baldwin: Bought this off the Kindle store on an impulse. It does seem like I am being drawn to the books I read in my youth all over again…
Printing a car? Odd that the retards who comment on the Daily Mail jump right to dissing the Indians and Chinese in the comments. Facebook rejigs, again. Tips and tricks to keep things private Sex and Hygiene, an info-graphic. Home grown scam; preying on the desire to jet out of Nigeria by all means. A saddening tale of domestic violence. Where does all the love go? :( There’s an app for that. iPhone meets sleep monitoring. Understanding the Nigerian ‘Middle Class’ - wonder why the earnings limits have been set between NGN75k to 100k - hardly significant earnings I reckon. Brain reading, quite literarily. The DTR, a guide via Boundless. Go out there and make babies. The case for more educated [and progressive] people having more children.
There is a distinct chill to the air. Surely the weakly warm sun is on its last legs - like a new born mother coaxed out of her bed too early, smiling weakly for the photo opportunity, keen to impress yet tired to her bone - and the prospect of yet another harsh winter is enough incentive for me to take advantage of the sunshine and get up and about. ...
Brooke Fraser’s ShadowFeet ended up becoming MY song in 2009, it is looking like Yolanda Adams will have that honour this year.