Cupid the cute one

As we all know and have been vehemently reminded in every possible media, tomorrow is valentines. I am celebrating it in style this year...in fact this years celebrations will be a lot merrier than last years because i was as miserable as you can imagine and i was in a so called relationship. Alas..those days are gone and i intend to enjoy my self by drinking plenty of mojitos and lots of chocolate. Me and my girls are going into town tomorrow night for a night out to remember. To all of you Happy Valentines day, whatever you do...have fun. No moping allowed.


I leave you with this, by the great woman herself...the one and only Maya Angelou

We, unaccustomed to courage
Exiles from delight
Live coiled in shells of loneliness
Until love leaves its high holy temple
And comes into our sight
To liberate us into life.

Love arrives
And in its train come ecstasies
Old memories of pleasure
Ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
Love strikes away the chains of fear
From our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
We dare be brave
And suddenly we see
That love costs all we are
And will ever be.
Yet it is only love
Which sets us free.

The Five Human Races

When i am bored, i do a lot of meaningless time wasting and trivial activities..i research facts, read a lot of "heat" magazine even though i know i am wasting time i will never get back but such is life sometimes. Today, i found something and all i can tell you is that i am shocked...i shouldn't be shocked but here i am eyes staring unbelievably at my computer screen.

I picked up the phone and called my oyimbo friend Jackie...poor her, i always feel the need to inform her of the injustice that “her” people did to “my” people, all in an educational way of course but she like any of my oyimbo friends just nod and make no comment....they learnt the hard way. One discussion with my South African oyimbo friend brought all of this to rest...she called Nelson Mandela a terrorist. I remember the very moment, my body language was to move so close to her that our eye lashes were touching and i uttered one word...what?? i felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, she went bright red and then pale. I then went on to educate her forcibly about the oppression that the apartheid brought. I dragged her to the library and conjured pictures off the net...at one point, i thought she was going to cry, but i persisted, it was for her own good. If she uttered those words somewhere else..she could be airlifted by some ones fist, so really i was saving her.

Anyway, back to my conversation with Jackie...i found this article below and of course i had to show Jackie. She always the philanthropist and friend joined me in a tirade of disgust against the author, we even threatened to email the author but its Monday afternoon and even the awful office coffee is wearing off.

Here is the offending article


All of you have a great week. I had an awesome dream about me and Mr Will Smith last night so this week is going to be all fabulousness!! Peace out xx