green illusion

To make a friend, a good friend often takes a great deal of elements coming together. Well alot of you will disagree with that and proclaim that you and that buddy of yours just snapped and blended without the need for an emulsifier of some sort. You will agree though that the timing, humor, conversation, the angle of the sun, share of ambition, exploits in life, definition of character all come into telling if the two of you actually have a chance at tomorrow and the day after that. Sadly though breaking up with a friend and letting all the history shared be lost to the wind, for many does not quite need the same level of persuasion. Not quite so long ago, in my teens (I think), me and those of my kind(here I mean my mates) felt that having a best friend was of the utmost importance, it was such a big deal; you needed that person you would always count on to have you're back,to be right by you as you made your way up some dusty path to pick up that disgusting meal at school (or e

just so we are clear am referring to the taxis i have had the liberty to ply in Uganda and Kenya. we all have our different tales about the special experiences when riding in an African taxi, from the stench making its way from the old mama's upper arm section, and the horrible sight of the knickers peering out in it's glory of sweat and brown stain, arrrrgh.... yeah we could go on and on and on but let me just add the ordour coming from a mixture of a bacteria infested breath and extremely cheap Chinese perfume mmmh mmh....... it all seems a lost cause for Africa right? well i wouldn't be so quick to pour out conclusions because there is something i find rather distinctly peculiar and as far fetched as this may seem, rather special! in the midst of all the struggle my mind goes through to hide away its attention from all these gruesome transgressions it seems to project away from this world into world i find to be a little piece of divine, a heaven of some sort free from

evenings like these do not deserve to be talked about, to be lived to be breathed and sucked down to make a cocktail with our beings with our souls. evenings without purpose! well that's exactly how am feeling at the moment, and honestly its such times that i look down upon with fright and a touch of disgust, when there is no why, no what, no how and when. these are the times that a lot of the folks with gutters up their souls look back on and say if only.... well if only is not what am hoping to say, am getting out of this hole and making better use of my self, besides movies, drink and food are not getting me a thing are they? e

"We need to talk" those were the very last words of what had been... anyway a few months and sobs(not me) later here i am my heart still cold as stone, not a shed of a tear and sadly still presented at these social events with singularity! well the point is i still i seem to have lost, to have been robbed by the wind of the ability to feel something, anything for anybody for anybody! I did try, honestly i did to get myself that 'anybody' but to tel you the truth it would have purely cosmetic, a thing without the slightest whiff of truth., qute simply it would be a lie, and am not so good with lies, i seem to be rather allergc to them infact. so here i am drowned, burried by the very weight of the cries of my heart that has been robbed of reason, robbed of a raison d'etre, it beats so deftly you can hardly trace the whispers with which it cries so heavily i sit here surrounded by all this material, all these questions, i wonder what reall happened back there? to be

I have thought about this moment quite so very many times. ts a bit like the first text you send to this girl you have just met, not quite so sure what it is you are going to say to her because its that moment that is going to swing the whole thingi either for against you,i mean you dont want to sound so out of phase on your 1st time aye! so i have little anxious,quite to anxious if i might add, every soul that shares this building with me can testify my comoplete obsession with this so after all that i hope to gve to somethihg worth your every bit of time, donc medames et mesieurs je vous presente the chronicles of a twenty sth year old, bienvenue!