We adjust to situations we find ourselves in. Man will find entertainment in some unusual things. I had fun washing coins. It had nothing to do with the Coronavirus SARS-CoV-2. I was bored asf that day when I washed those coins. I couldn’t find joy in doing anything else, so I tossed them and washed…
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Day #20: Rant
I have a colleague from Cameroon. He’s a personable guy with high spirits. He’s fun to be around and gets things done. I’ve worked with him on two small initiatives. You can count on him. At the beginning of this year, he needed to make a work trip to the Democratic Republic of Congo. And…
Day #19: My Skechers – A Review
My toes slant at an acute angle. They are like a family of five; dad, mum and a line of three children ages eight, six, and four. My toes take the shape of a pan flute held together by a sisal rope. Which means if I did the moonwalk, spun and finished it off with…
Day #15: Letter to Younger Me
Look man, lots of things will happen. At 21, you’ll watch Steve Jobs commencement address to Stanford University graduates. He will say, “You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future.” At 26, you’ll get the…
Day #14: Gifts and Ideas
We’ve got to understand why we are giving a gift. Is it to celebrate something? Is it to honor an occasion? Is it to appreciate someone? Is it to show love? Is it to build friendship? Is it to make someone happy? Is it to apologize? Is it to surprise the recipient? Is it to…
Day #12: How To Write A Useless Story
I’m sorry folks. If you thought you’d come here for something mouthwatering, something utterly engaging and awfully unforgettable, I hope I don’t let you down. I hope I don’t leave you hanging by a twig, wondering what you just did here. The truth is, I’m clueless. I don’t know what I’m about to write. Which…
Day #8: How You Lose Him
He says you’re a good for nothing chic. He calls you a blood sucking daughter of a female dog. You’re an ingrate, he says. You can’t be trusted. You are unbelievable. How dare you? He asks. You played with my heart, he says. You sigh. He wears a look of disgust and disappointment. This is…
Day #7: Hooked By A Blog
I’ve read many blogs over the last seven days. I have seen many voices on those blogs. I have smiled. I have laughed. I nodded. I have agreed with some people. I have been encouraged by others. And I continue to read. This post, The Good, The Bad and The Ugly had me at its…
Day #6: What If…
I step out of my house and head to the public square at the Stadttheatre. There, we can still sit and busk under the sun. To my right is a couple. The girl is resting her head on the boy’s lap. The boy is stroking her hair. She’s wearing shades. And love is blossoming around…
Day #5: Good Bad Ugly
The Good You’ll write copy that comes from the deepest part of your soul. It’ll be flawless, taste like nectar, drip like honey, smell like coffee. Each sentence will be tailored with fine detail. You’ll pick each line with a purpose. Your work will be a performance, an orchestra of letters, words and paragraphs with…