Friday, 10 April 2015
We hardly talk nowadays. She said she's allergic to calls, so I withdrew the prescription. Distance made it harder than normal. But i figured Skype would defy relativity even if she wasn't my type. Is it possible to miss someone you've never met before? I think yes...because I've managed it.
Anyway, she said she loves jollof. Hmm.. my cooking skills are suspect ooo. I better get my culinary muscles in tip-top shape before we meet. It's not that I can't cook. My fear is that her taste buds must have evolved into an autonomous organ; knowing whether there's enough salt or pepper in the meal. Or whether the rice was half-cooked before tossing it into the tasteless gravy mix. The possibilities are endless.
I'm looking forward to pleasing her tongue...
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
It sounds like a variation from a chess opening, which for chess proponents is almost commonplace. But ever since the gruesome murder of those students in Kenya, the character of the systems of this world have hit me harder than a batter’s swing at a baseball from the pitcher’s mound. From the lack of adequate worldwide condemnation of the attack, to the absence of home-grown solidarity. It seems as though it never happened.
At times, feelings of despair reveal themselves when such events occur. In as much as several reasons may be purported as causes for such, lets sift through the many layers. Beneath these are hidden things that only the word of God can reveal. Revelation, that’s the spiritual ore within which the gold of insight thrives. We see in part, but Papa see all parts.
My prayers are not with “so-and-so” as the cliche goes, but rather, my fervent prayers are going up for the bereaved families, their loved ones and the Body of Christ. As a believer, I firmly understand that we shouldn't give up on our commission to preach the gospel. That’s the only solution.
Let’s keeping praying…
As for these four children, God gave them knowledge and skill in all learning and wisdom: and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams.
Monday, 6 April 2015
“Let’s be friends", she said. I have some. Didn't have a verbal agreement with those. So I dropped the mic and walked.
So she agreed. We are going to church this evening on Monroe Street. I must admit, I wouldn't have invited her to church but for the insistence of my heart. It’s just a prophetic meeting but it’s a bit arduous to find the right combination. Yes, combination! I have managed to carve a niche for myself; looking presentable in God’s house. Go me!
My green African wear seems appropriate, although I might look bigger than I am. Hiding the pot-belly beneath it is a must. Well, I succumbed to the pressure of looking nearly formal and dropped the batik my sweet granny got for me back home. Hope its well hidden.
I enjoyed church knowing very well what pastor said and its confirmation thereafter. By the way, Josephine looked great as always.
This weekend was an awesome flop. My friends and I were invited to matrimonial celebration and expectations soared ever since. At least mine. I even spent hours carefully ironing my fuchsia pocket square. Not that I wanted to impress a lady or something, like some kind of blind date would emerge from nowhere. Notin give me! Though I expected the norm, the white ceremony didn't suffice. Yeah I said it! I love white weddings.
But as usual, the incessant calls seeking to make certain the occasion’s occasion suddenly burst my bubble. It wasn't white and certainly not a wedding. Oh yawa o! As a side but very important note, she again found it fruitless to walk 10 minutes from her apartment to mine. Not that I mind, but my feet never override the code of being a gentleman each time I escorted to her apartment. I expected her to be…..well….. the friend she promised to be.
What a wasted weekend! I haven’t written a line of code but I’m hoping to recoup what’s been lost. Let’s try.