[Inspired by a fascination for accents, language, dual/multi interpretations and hoping that others can make sense of my sometimes bizarre free writing] "Life. Hmm." Wonder how many times that statement has been made, and what it's been followed by Maybe hours pondering this and that, whys and why nots. When you think about it , the only relevant why is "Why the hell are you pondering life when the Good Book has already told you it's meaningless?" But then again, you never did listen. Did you? Oh, what's that? You wanna show me some att-itude, now? Talking about "I'm a grown-ass person, I can do what I want" Mmm-Hmm, that's what I thought. Every single time you said that you ended up right back here. Hot charcoal pot to the side, fresh soot decorating its ears. And you. Looking at me with beseeching eyes. Here we are again. I mean really. It's pretty simple. What you put in, you get out. You ain't no c...
Ghana, Africa, Development, Lifestyle: A Panoramic View of the Exchange Called Life.