Circumspecte

Jemi: You are soo cheating! RealJemi: No, I’m not. J: Really? RJ: Yes. I think. J: Didn’t you feed the same lines to the other fella from yesterday? RJ: Yes…but, it’s not the same. J: [Raised eyebrow] RJ: What?! This interaction has the potential for something much more different. Much better. Much more…challenging and stimulating. J: Doesn’t change anything. You’re still cheating. RJ: Ei, why? Did someone patent the lines I’m using and hire you to police the rest of us? No? Well, last I checked, there was freedom of expression and association. So mind your own business. J: What do you think they will say when they find out what you’re up to? Two-timing them the way you are. RJ: [Mischievous grin] But who says they ever have to know? -- And so it goes. The guilt-trip that follows the ritualistic love dance, mating call, whatever-you-want-to-call-it, that is West African price bargaining. They say everyone likes a good bargain. But what they don’t mention is that the true art...

There are moments in life when you panic. When things change. When you're venturing into the unknown. Or when everything you thought you knew, or in some cases had, unravels right before your eyes. And the fact that we only know too well how to rev ourselves up into a state of constant panic and goose-bumps, doesn't make it a pretty sight. Anyway. Here we are again.  What is it about May? If we were asked to choose the most hectic month, I'd nominate May. Not only because of the alternate meaning of the word 'may' - meaning nothing's guaranteed, everything's up in the air or hanging in the balance - but because of the significance of that month to many people. And no, I don't mean birthdays, my dear May babies. Although, if you're quickly approaching a birthday milestone, you could count yourself in the mix. Think about it. Graduation, moving up a class, having people move away for the summer, trying something new, starting an internship, a...