From the depths of a soul in blissful torment - the irony of this outburst cannot be lost on me...
Afterall, I've always had this poetic bent - (or so i was led to believe)
I had actually promised to do a soulful rendation of a Nigerian youth in the throes of agony (mental, physical, spiritual - infact the whole lot)
If I sound like i'm complaining then it must be that I am in actually fact complaining!
How's that for logic? Anyway - I'm here strutting my fingers across the keyboard hoping against hope that my feelings will just move across the divide - from soul to electronic medium - apparently unloading half this emotions, appears to be the only way of keeping myself sane - or so the doctor told me...
The dusty, dry weather has left me feeling like a beauty queen (the things I find myself doing in order to prevent that look(you know - that LOOK!) that shows the world you're suffering and you really don't seem to care one way or another - the last stage up the ladder of madness)
So I pay attention to my looks (yes I can still be vain...)
My Grandmother's burial is creeping closer and closer - methinks and hopes - as if that has ever solved any of my problems...
Sister called, says she'll be in town soon then we leave for the burial...
December is suddenly here - the sound of all those pathetic xmas carols has me grabbing for the nearest stone to smash those loud speakers... Annoying stuff - as if Nigerians can really remember their last HAPPY christmas... (huge joke!)
Anyway - I know it has been a while but as I said some things changed...
The basic thing's that - i'm still here...
Regards people - (judging from the 0 comments, I'm really beginning to wonder if that bold part is really necessary...)
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