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"all my life...

...I pray someone like you and I thank God that, that I finally found you..."

Aii aii, the song has ingiad! Walalala. Remember that song by K-Ci and Jo-Jo? Yaani who the hell said that that name is cool? Ati K-Ci and Jo-Jo. Kumbe his whole name is Kilowatt Clement and Josephat Jeremiah.

Hey but atleast the song is not as corny as R. Kelly's Sex in the Kitchen. Now that is a BAD song. Cheap.

Having a party at home this Friday. An 80's joint. You guys are welcome. I was going to color my hair...decided my hair is not caucasian...if I dye it wrong, it will fall off in clumps.

happy place, natural make-up and locs

I recently went to a women's spoken word concert. Beautiful. All natural, African Americans embracing their culture. They were not trying to be African, they were not trying to be anything but themselves. I was surrounded by a euphoria. They danced and read and told jokes. They sang and praised and I saw "woman."

Then I went to NY. One of the largest cities in the world. I met a diverse group of people and wondered where all the white people were.

I was surrounded by shops, restaurants and lights. I met Adam who sold paintings on the side of the road. He reminded me that it is nice to have money. It buys comfort. But it is also nice to have none but be happy wth what you do. He stopped using drugs and alcohol because of a woman he met. She didn't ask it but he decided to stop. He chose to leave his music career to sell his art. He taught this woman to paint. And how to speak English.

I also met Mirella. She had lost her son the week before and she told me that every mother prays to God each night to take care of her children. Each mother has a space in her heart for her children. She told me that when her father died it broke her heart. When her son died she had no heart. She was working to keep from getting depressed.

I saw young woman, lover, mother, traveller. I saw woman and I loved her throughout.

total recall

A man turned me on today. Not by by how he looked or by how he talked but by his sheer imagination. I met the designer of a BMW model for Alpine Electronics. The machine looked much like something out of a Sci-Fi. Sliding doors, central steering wheel, titanium inside with two centrally placed seats, and speakers all over the interior. http://www.alpine-usa.com/ click on BMW 5X. It wasn't the machine but the fact that in his mind, he saw this machine. He asked me what I thought of the machine.

"It's scary."
"Scary? I see what you mean...it is kind of aggressive."
"No...it's not aggressive. It's scary."
"Why?"
"It is kind of like a scary look into the future. Have you watched Total Recall?"

I am still astounded by his talent. It wasn't the car but the fact that he saw it in his mind.

It makes me wonder about myself. How much of my talent am I stiffling by saying that there are other things to be done? By saying that first I need to attain this or that degree, to get through school, to make time.

When will this time that I am making come? I don't fit into this mold. What I am doing now is not what I was meant to be. There is more to me. It burns and it hurts.

Why am I afraid of it? That it will consume me and make me visibly crazy outside as I am inside. I know I have this thing inside and I let it drive me crazy. So I sit. Watching it. Watching me. Watching time.

The man turned me on. He turned me on.

men beware!!

This was too funny a story to pass up. She must be a Nyeri woman. Girl power!!!Whoooooohoooo!!! Adds flavor to what I usually say is the best punishment. Cut off his testicles and super glue them to his forehead!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/world/africa/3655190.stm

I apologise for the violent content of this particular blog...too much coke, too late at night.

lady

I love my job sometimes. I just talked to a lady about Bloomingdales. She told me about her son who met a Filipino girl and got engaged 3 weeks ago. We talked about Turkey her home country and she told me about her survival from breast cancer. I loved her in an instant. She sat down asking for directions to Bloomingdales (1hr 16 mins away) and I loved her in that instant. I hugged her at the end of the conversation. I feel like crying. I feel so happy.

it goes on

I guess the FIFA president in not alone in wanting sexier female football players:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/africa/4332715.stm

I still think that the male soccer players (Baggio again) should wear net vests so that we can see their pulsating "muscules" and leopard print undies so that we can see their swollen... I'll let you think on that.

Bob and his women

Maybe what Bob did with the women is the true meaning of "One Love."

I am.

I am lucky to have the comforts that I do. God has got nothing to do with it. I would say I am blessed by God but I know he has nothing to do with it.

If he blessed me then he cursed those who do not have what I have. I do not have what others have because really I have no need for those things.

Therefore I am not lucky. I merely have what I need.

When will I then be grateful that my wants are fulfilled. To whom should I be grateful to, if God has got nothing to do with it.

castaway

I'm back from my dhow trip down the Mississippi. I wasn't looking for it but I had to post this:
Cat survives 10-mile trip on top of car Motorist alerts owner of 'Cuddle Bug's' precarious position
The Associated Press
Updated: 1:48 p.m. ET March 4, 2005
INKOM, Idaho - Torri Hutchinson's cat might just have one less life to live. Hutchison was driving along Interstate 15 one day recently when a motorist kept trying to get her attention and pointing to the roof of her car.
She said she was wary of the man, but wondered if perhaps her ski rack might have come loose.
She pulled over to the side, but kept her doors locked and the motor running.
The man pulled up behind her. Hutchinson rolled down her window to hear the man frantically shouting, "Your cat! Your cat!"
He reached for the roof of her car and handed the shocked Hutchinson her orange tabby.
She had driven about 10 miles with the cat on top of the car, and didn't even notice the feline when she stopped for gas.
Hutchinson said Cuddle Bug, or C.B. for short, had climbed into the back of her car as she was getting ready to leave. She put him out, but he must have jumped on the roof while she wasn't looking, she said.
© 2005 The Associated Press. All rights reserved. http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7088318/?GT1=6305
It kinda reminds me of my life...I would be the cat in the story.