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(C) Olaoluwatomi I took this picture two months ago and ever since then I have moved away from what I consider my world to a new one. I loved my job for it gave me the opportunity to travel which I love, it also allowed me to be myself. I loved the fact that I could jump out in the morning dressed only in a t shirt and jeans and be free to move around, I loved the feel of the wind on my face and the hum of the engine of the car and most especially the sights along the way. I remember how enthralled I was by the boabab trees along the way and took pictures of them every chance I got before I gradually grew used to seeing them. I got down from the vehicle to ask for these men's permission to take the picture. The man in the white robe was very pleased to be my model and his silver tooth which does not show in this shot glinted when he smiled while looking at his picture on my

Im sure everyone especially when we were children (for those of us who have left childhood behind:)) dreamt of conquering the world. Our childhood dreams where shaped by books we read, tv shows we watched, news headlines that screamed of the accomplishments of men and women we admired! The Guinness book of records was one volume that fascinated me no end, ok I could not get into the book by being the shortest woman alive, but I sure could try and do some of the dare daring acts like climbing Everest and jumping through rings of fire e.t.c The quest to do something meaningful is one dream that will never die, for we are made that way to look for meaning in the things around us and try and live lives that will make a mark on the world around us. I no longer want to get into the Guinness book of world records but it sure would be nice to do something that actually counts (yeah the newsheadliners type of count! For good of course) But I'm often reminded that it is the little things tha

Just a few thoughts on an incident today, got an offer of help from someone I had just met and I turned it down. I felt bad after doing so and I guess the other party felt bad also! Not sure though! But as it turned out it would have been much better if I had accepted to be helped though that was not the reason for my regret, it just compounded it, but methinks now looking back in time, that a gracious acceptance rather than stubborn refusal would have been a much better path to tread! What do you think?

Do you remember how important certain things were to you when you were growing up and now when you look back in time you laugh at how het up you were about them. Or do you remember how your parents or older ones warned you against certain actions and you felt everyone just did not understand how important those things were to you and if you did not do them your life would never be the same. And as is with the wisdom of adults they let you try out whatever it was that you could not bear to live without and you found out that life was never the same again just not in the way you wanted it to turn out! I remember how badly I wanted to attend my secondary school and I would spit right into the drain while brushing and predicting that I would get admitted if all my spittle went straight into the drain and did not splash on the edges of the bowl and if I missed it would be another school. Of course I became a champion 'spittle down the hole champion' by constant practice missing the

Wole Soyinka (b.1934) "Telephone Conversation" The price seemed reasonable, location Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived Off premises. Nothing remained But self-confession. "Madam," I warned, "I hate a wasted journey--I am African." Silence. Silenced transmission of Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came, Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully. "HOW DARK?" . . . I had not misheard . . . "ARE YOU LIGHT OR VERY DARK?" Button B, Button A. * Stench Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak. Red booth. Red pillar box. Red double-tiered Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed By ill-mannered silence, surrender Pushed dumbfounded to beg simplification. Considerate she was, varying the emphasis-- "ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?" Revelation came. "You mean--like plain or milk chocolate?" Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light Impersonality. Rapidly, wave-length