Breathe waffy, breathe, don't laugh so hard, I just could not help it, it was too much for me, okay, I am okay, why are people shouting? what is playing? "miss fatty fatty you're a burner, me like the way you...." is that why all the girls have gone into an epileptic trance? let me get in there..."miss fatty fatty you're a burner, me like the way you move and a turner" wait, the commander is off somewhere.....what is happening? I think we are leaving, maybe its time to move on, no problem, lets drink and be merry, ah, the cool night air, gently caressing my face, wait, thats a police van, chairs and table, coffee......
"Lets get some coffee, look, maybe its free, right beside the police van"
"waffy, I don't think it is free"
"it has to be, why would there be a police van, chairs, table, coffe, at 4 o'clock in the morning on the street? I'll ask...."
"Excuse me, is it possible to get some coffee?"
"Do you want to report an incident?"
"If I report, can I get coffee?"
"Yes, ofcourse"
"Maya, lets make a report"
Party spoilers! No, no coffee for me this time around, we could have reported that white guy at the club.....I wonder if they had cookies? I bet they had, they must have, to pacify all the drunk people at night, i am sure cookies was included, oh dear, we are stopping again, oh, what nice boys, they are talking to Catherine the commander........
10minutes later.....
Fuck Fuck fuck! Catherine the commander is at blows with the nice boy, he asked her for a cigeratte, she wouldn't give him, he called her a bitch, she jumped up and gave him a slap, oh dear, he is pulling his shirt, why? for tiny Catherine? be a man, walk away, you can't fight with a girl.....oh dear, maybe he could, Catherine is still rearing to go, oh dear, but here's the police, damn, what a strong man, he's got the boy, they are pushing him in the van, I bet they give him coffee, coffee and cookies, I wonder what kind of cookies, chocolate, or just plain ones that.....
"Stop the fighting!"
Damn, who the fuck is singing "stop the fighting" so loud, this time of the night, a jamaican voice.......
"Stop the fighting!"
Oh dear, this one has gone nuts, he is following us now, singing that song, he just says the same thing over and over again......
"Jah rastafarai, we should learn to live in peace, we are all one "
Oh dear, he is now going off into some jamaican rap..... we are in the middle of the street, rasta guy is rapping, laughter, tears.... Maya is in tears, her shoes are killing her, take them off, take the damn shoes off, we don't need no shoes.....we are still here, on the street...lets go home, drink coffee and eat breakfast, lets have cookies, chocolate ones or vanilla don't worry Maya, be free, I'll watch out for dangerous stuff on the road, take your shoes off, no one needs such suffering at a time like this.Good bye rasta man, you are white, middle aged, blonde........
"how long did you live in Jamaica?"
"I was there on holiday for two weeks"
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Night walking, Princess Charlotte, Rasta man and other stories......Part Two
Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel, to know that I love you babe, lost without you..... ah! what is happening? Catherine has suddenly become "master in command", with her trench coat, she is really looking like a small gangster, she is talking about us going to the south of the city, I don't mind, anywhere will do, as long as I am feeling good, let there be booze, music and comradship....lost without you, can't help myself...
Charlotte: "I don't feel comfortable in the south"
Comfortable, now thats a strange word, comfortable, reminds me of a soffa, big fluffy pillows, hot cocoa, shampoo, washed hair, teddy bears, climbing trees, childhood.....didn't somebody say something about a taxi?......there's one....
...... I think I'll just take a taxi, and go home......
Where is everybody? Hmmmmmmmmmm, lets see, Maya and Aaron have disappeared, something about getting a hot dog, Catherine the commander is showing off her "ethiopian shoulder shaking" dance steps to Sam, the queue doesn't seem to be letting up, but it is a warm night, reminds me of that song......"love is in the air" , damn! that song is such a "make out while you are drunk with a total stranger" song, that song and "lady", you know, the video is the one with two boys and a girl, sort of techno, came out the same time as "and if this ain't love, why does it feel so good", damnnnnn , what year was that? That summer was damn hot! outside, vodka, foriegners with blonde hair, youth hostels, train stations.......
....I can't go to the south, I am not comfortable there, I should get a taxi....
One should never do stuff that one is not comfortable with my dear, go home, fly like a bird, but the night must go on, yes, here's a big hug, goodbye dear girl, we are off, walking through the night, my friends and I, our laughter echoing through the night, one step at a time, we find our way in the dark night, through streets of....
Catherine: "I know the worst Turkish disco ever!"
Did somebody say disco? yes, lets go there, it doesn't matter if you're black or white, took my baby on a saturday.......(can't remember that part)but I believe in miracles and a miracle's gonna happen tonight, cos it don't matter if my baby's black or white, that's Micheal Jackson's black or white.....ah! wonderful! no entrance fees, but what do we have here? ahhhhhh, Fat white girls everywhere, let me guess, all my brothers are here... If I worked for immigration......wow, wait, let me settle properly, great fucking view, some arab song blasting on loudspeakers "habibi habibi", look at that white girl go! and the blacks here all seem to know the song well...."habibi habibi".....
30 minutes later......
Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!, I am behind Aaron, the big security guys are between him and a white guy who smacked maya's head while passing, you have to give it to these arab boys, you disrespect their women and you are in soup! Damn..... What chivalry! What a man! he is begining to look handsome.... the white guy is still making noise, he is being thrown out of the club, Aaron is smiling, sipping his beer, damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! well, glad that is over, lets see what else is happening.....a whole group of "peru men", all drunk, now they've switched to hip hop music, one of the guys jumps up, he is doing "b boy" steps, lets clap, lets form a circle, good, everybody is in on it......Please Lord let me not die of laughter, I can't take it anymore, my brothers have found us, drunk, everybody wants to show off.....I am dying.....I need to breathe......
Charlotte: "I don't feel comfortable in the south"
Comfortable, now thats a strange word, comfortable, reminds me of a soffa, big fluffy pillows, hot cocoa, shampoo, washed hair, teddy bears, climbing trees, childhood.....didn't somebody say something about a taxi?......there's one....
...... I think I'll just take a taxi, and go home......
Where is everybody? Hmmmmmmmmmm, lets see, Maya and Aaron have disappeared, something about getting a hot dog, Catherine the commander is showing off her "ethiopian shoulder shaking" dance steps to Sam, the queue doesn't seem to be letting up, but it is a warm night, reminds me of that song......"love is in the air" , damn! that song is such a "make out while you are drunk with a total stranger" song, that song and "lady", you know, the video is the one with two boys and a girl, sort of techno, came out the same time as "and if this ain't love, why does it feel so good", damnnnnn , what year was that? That summer was damn hot! outside, vodka, foriegners with blonde hair, youth hostels, train stations.......
....I can't go to the south, I am not comfortable there, I should get a taxi....
One should never do stuff that one is not comfortable with my dear, go home, fly like a bird, but the night must go on, yes, here's a big hug, goodbye dear girl, we are off, walking through the night, my friends and I, our laughter echoing through the night, one step at a time, we find our way in the dark night, through streets of....
Catherine: "I know the worst Turkish disco ever!"
Did somebody say disco? yes, lets go there, it doesn't matter if you're black or white, took my baby on a saturday.......(can't remember that part)but I believe in miracles and a miracle's gonna happen tonight, cos it don't matter if my baby's black or white, that's Micheal Jackson's black or white.....ah! wonderful! no entrance fees, but what do we have here? ahhhhhh, Fat white girls everywhere, let me guess, all my brothers are here... If I worked for immigration......wow, wait, let me settle properly, great fucking view, some arab song blasting on loudspeakers "habibi habibi", look at that white girl go! and the blacks here all seem to know the song well...."habibi habibi".....
30 minutes later......
Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!, I am behind Aaron, the big security guys are between him and a white guy who smacked maya's head while passing, you have to give it to these arab boys, you disrespect their women and you are in soup! Damn..... What chivalry! What a man! he is begining to look handsome.... the white guy is still making noise, he is being thrown out of the club, Aaron is smiling, sipping his beer, damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn! well, glad that is over, lets see what else is happening.....a whole group of "peru men", all drunk, now they've switched to hip hop music, one of the guys jumps up, he is doing "b boy" steps, lets clap, lets form a circle, good, everybody is in on it......Please Lord let me not die of laughter, I can't take it anymore, my brothers have found us, drunk, everybody wants to show off.....I am dying.....I need to breathe......
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Chasing swans: The pics
The last picture is of a lonesome "bachelor" taken days before the family appeared. Hope you enjoy them!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Night walking, Princess Charlotte, Rasta man and other stories......
Beautiful day, been "hiding away" for too long, time to face the music, time to face "I told you so!", time to hear the inevitable "so what are you going to do now?", time to hear it all, and I am ready, red dress, red lipstick, I am feeling very "wanton" tonight.......ah! there is my friend Maya! In high heels as usual...she'll be crying by the time this night is over.....
After two bottles of wine, the story is pouring out now, in great bouts of laughter, I can not help it, the wine has gone straight into my head and I am feeling great....
"waffy, would you mind if my friend Aaron comes by? he really is fun"
Ah! anybody is welcome tonight, the night is young, everybody is looking fresh and clean...... Aaron has arrived, fresh off a holiday in Bulgaria, welcome back my friend, yeah, life must continue, forget about cheap booze and women, we are stuck here, and we shall be miserable together, Cheers to us!
"waffy is it okay if my friend Charlotte drops by, she wants to go out with us"
Tonight, anybody is welcome, let us drink and be merry, life must go on, there are ....hmmmmmmm......I should give that one a smile.......I don't care tonight.....Charlotte has arrived..... I should call my friend Catherine, I haven't see her in ages, I must tell her of my bad news and ofcourse....good news..
"Catherine, I am at "North" where are you?"
"You fucking bitch! when did you get back from Nigeria?"
"what are doing? Come to North....."
"I am home, in bed, in my pyjamas"
"Come to North....."
"It will take me 40minutes"
"Come, I'll be waiting......."
"Don't fucking go anywhere...give me 40 minutes."
"Come, I am not moving"
Great! It will be good to see Catherine again, I have missed her, I have so much to tell her..... Ah! Pretty as always, get a drink and lets move on, the night is young....
Aaron:" My friend Sam, is coming by, is it okay?"
The more the merrier! I miss SM, I wonder what he is doing? He was such a nice person, sometimes I meet really incredible souls....sometimes....
Charlotte: ....." why do Americans always talk about money?"
This one must have missed the three rules when we go out, "don't talk about religion, politics or money"....what is she on about?......but forget about her....where was I? Oh yes, I was thinking of SM, a wonderful person....Oh damn, everybody has somehow managed to leave Charlotte, she is walking beside me now, I have to be polite...... what is she going on about?
"..... so, my father told Hugh Heifner that he could not make the party and then Hugh called him and asked if he chould send his private jet...."
"this was when?"
"In the 70's, before I was born"
70's... disco era.....anyway, SM was so nice to me, I remember when I said I was hungry and......
"....so my mum used to hang out in studion 54, and she used to meet all sorts of rich Americans, she had hair all the way down her back....."
70's, disco era, Andy Warhol, drugs, cocaine, sex, beegees, yeah.... so, hmmmmmmm, when I said I was hungry, it was quite late at night, I mean everywhere was closed, yet, somehow.......
"...... so my mum was in this limousine with all these rich people and imagine, she was working in a bank in New york and the people in the limousine "owned" banks, imagine that!"
Limousine, banks, New york, musicals, broad way, glamour.....anyway, all of a sudden, he came with a tray, there was tea, and sardines and bread.....it was all too much for me, somebody being nice to me....people are never that nice, going out of their way.....he is probably out somewhere drinking now......Cheers! drink and be merry! life must.....
"........I mean, we are quite well off, but you never see me talking about money! I mean, I know we have money, I'll probably find out when my parents die, but I don't know how much........."
Money, money money, always funny, in the rich man's world, ahhhhhhhh, all the things I could do, if I had a little money.....thats an ABBA song, I loved the video as a kid......ah....yes, SM is probably drinking somewhere...Oh, here we are, I wonder how long we've been walking for? 20 minutes? but there is a long queue...... I am thinking of a song.......
Charlotte: "This is going to sound snobbish, but I don't do queues"
What the hell is the name of the song? Robin Thicke....I want it this way......I want it that way......damn!why can't i fucking get the chorus?.......you wanna roll with, you wanna....fuck! how the fuck does the chorus go?
Charlotte: "If it was a place like "TENOR"(Trendy club),i'd line up, but not this place!
I can't let that song go, what time is it? almost 2.... I'll write my sister.... sms.....what is the name of that robin thicke's song that I like?......hopefully, she'll reply and put me out of my misery......ah! good my phone is ringing......
Waffy's sister: "Lost without you!"
waffy: " abeg sing the chorus, I can't get it......."
waffy's sister: "lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel, to know that i love you babe......lost with....
waffy: "okay okay, I got it now, thank you jare, good night!"
Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel....this night is going to be a good night, I can feel it.......
To be continued....
After two bottles of wine, the story is pouring out now, in great bouts of laughter, I can not help it, the wine has gone straight into my head and I am feeling great....
"waffy, would you mind if my friend Aaron comes by? he really is fun"
Ah! anybody is welcome tonight, the night is young, everybody is looking fresh and clean...... Aaron has arrived, fresh off a holiday in Bulgaria, welcome back my friend, yeah, life must continue, forget about cheap booze and women, we are stuck here, and we shall be miserable together, Cheers to us!
"waffy is it okay if my friend Charlotte drops by, she wants to go out with us"
Tonight, anybody is welcome, let us drink and be merry, life must go on, there are ....hmmmmmmm......I should give that one a smile.......I don't care tonight.....Charlotte has arrived..... I should call my friend Catherine, I haven't see her in ages, I must tell her of my bad news and ofcourse....good news..
"Catherine, I am at "North" where are you?"
"You fucking bitch! when did you get back from Nigeria?"
"what are doing? Come to North....."
"I am home, in bed, in my pyjamas"
"Come to North....."
"It will take me 40minutes"
"Come, I'll be waiting......."
"Don't fucking go anywhere...give me 40 minutes."
"Come, I am not moving"
Great! It will be good to see Catherine again, I have missed her, I have so much to tell her..... Ah! Pretty as always, get a drink and lets move on, the night is young....
Aaron:" My friend Sam, is coming by, is it okay?"
The more the merrier! I miss SM, I wonder what he is doing? He was such a nice person, sometimes I meet really incredible souls....sometimes....
Charlotte: ....." why do Americans always talk about money?"
This one must have missed the three rules when we go out, "don't talk about religion, politics or money"....what is she on about?......but forget about her....where was I? Oh yes, I was thinking of SM, a wonderful person....Oh damn, everybody has somehow managed to leave Charlotte, she is walking beside me now, I have to be polite...... what is she going on about?
"..... so, my father told Hugh Heifner that he could not make the party and then Hugh called him and asked if he chould send his private jet...."
"this was when?"
"In the 70's, before I was born"
70's... disco era.....anyway, SM was so nice to me, I remember when I said I was hungry and......
"....so my mum used to hang out in studion 54, and she used to meet all sorts of rich Americans, she had hair all the way down her back....."
70's, disco era, Andy Warhol, drugs, cocaine, sex, beegees, yeah.... so, hmmmmmmm, when I said I was hungry, it was quite late at night, I mean everywhere was closed, yet, somehow.......
"...... so my mum was in this limousine with all these rich people and imagine, she was working in a bank in New york and the people in the limousine "owned" banks, imagine that!"
Limousine, banks, New york, musicals, broad way, glamour.....anyway, all of a sudden, he came with a tray, there was tea, and sardines and bread.....it was all too much for me, somebody being nice to me....people are never that nice, going out of their way.....he is probably out somewhere drinking now......Cheers! drink and be merry! life must.....
"........I mean, we are quite well off, but you never see me talking about money! I mean, I know we have money, I'll probably find out when my parents die, but I don't know how much........."
Money, money money, always funny, in the rich man's world, ahhhhhhhh, all the things I could do, if I had a little money.....thats an ABBA song, I loved the video as a kid......ah....yes, SM is probably drinking somewhere...Oh, here we are, I wonder how long we've been walking for? 20 minutes? but there is a long queue...... I am thinking of a song.......
Charlotte: "This is going to sound snobbish, but I don't do queues"
What the hell is the name of the song? Robin Thicke....I want it this way......I want it that way......damn!why can't i fucking get the chorus?.......you wanna roll with, you wanna....fuck! how the fuck does the chorus go?
Charlotte: "If it was a place like "TENOR"(Trendy club),i'd line up, but not this place!
I can't let that song go, what time is it? almost 2.... I'll write my sister.... sms.....what is the name of that robin thicke's song that I like?......hopefully, she'll reply and put me out of my misery......ah! good my phone is ringing......
Waffy's sister: "Lost without you!"
waffy: " abeg sing the chorus, I can't get it......."
waffy's sister: "lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel, to know that i love you babe......lost with....
waffy: "okay okay, I got it now, thank you jare, good night!"
Lost without you, can't help myself, how does it feel....this night is going to be a good night, I can feel it.......
To be continued....
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Chasing swans....
Okay, I have snapped out of it!(wienna, na only because of you), so what has been happening? Nothing much my friends, still on holiday, swimming, starring and just being useless. Yesterday, I fed a whole family of swans! Yep, it has taken me 5 years but I have finally done it!(you all know swans mate for life right?)Okay, here is the story of how I accomplished my mission...
1st year: First sighting of swans! Amazing, beautiful, ran down to sea shore to take pictures, was not fast enough, swans disappeared before I get there!
2nd year: Sighted swans from window and watched as they swam away.....did not even attempt to run down....
3rd year:This time, I made it down to sea shore, took pictures at a distance....
4th year: Ah! This time, I was prepared oh, had canoe ready, started chasing them but they were faster than my "rowing" ability, did not even manage to take pictures cos my hands were tied up.
5th year: Woke up to shouts of "waffy, your swans are here!", ran like a mad woman, grabbed a loaf of bread, practically "rolled" down to the sea shore.....ah.....and there they were....a complete family, pappa, mamma and 7 baby swans(sorry I lack the correct vocabulary, they should be chicks though since they all fall under "birds" but swans are just too beautiful......i like "baby swans"). Started feeding them, and lo and behold, they came nearer and nearer....Oh, what joy! after years of running and chasing, I finally get the perfect shots of my swans!My friends, I was smiling all day and I am still smiling!
1st year: First sighting of swans! Amazing, beautiful, ran down to sea shore to take pictures, was not fast enough, swans disappeared before I get there!
2nd year: Sighted swans from window and watched as they swam away.....did not even attempt to run down....
3rd year:This time, I made it down to sea shore, took pictures at a distance....
4th year: Ah! This time, I was prepared oh, had canoe ready, started chasing them but they were faster than my "rowing" ability, did not even manage to take pictures cos my hands were tied up.
5th year: Woke up to shouts of "waffy, your swans are here!", ran like a mad woman, grabbed a loaf of bread, practically "rolled" down to the sea shore.....ah.....and there they were....a complete family, pappa, mamma and 7 baby swans(sorry I lack the correct vocabulary, they should be chicks though since they all fall under "birds" but swans are just too beautiful......i like "baby swans"). Started feeding them, and lo and behold, they came nearer and nearer....Oh, what joy! after years of running and chasing, I finally get the perfect shots of my swans!My friends, I was smiling all day and I am still smiling!
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Just float....
Hmmmm,time to float....ah, a nice big wave....cool....blue sky, blue sky, blue sky, more blue sky, water, blue, sea, floating away, toes, fingers, floating.....brain, weightless, time to float....its getting dark...I can't remember....ah, but no time for thinking, its time to float, floating away........blue sea, sky, sea.....its dark again, I want to cry, I want to scream, I can't, its time to float away, just float, it will go, it won't be so dark, just float.....
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Ego and man
I know what pride is, many times I have seen the proud faces of men, many times i have thrown away my pride for dreams and fantasies. I know what pride is. Through out my life, I have seen pride take people to places, high or low, I have seen pride do its work. However, I really do not know much about ego.Is it possible for one to have so much ego that you become almost disillusional? You see things that are not really there, believe in your own importance more than anybody else? I am fascinated with this topic. When does the ego of man become fatal? I do believe that if you believe in yourself, envision yourself as what you want to be,then that is only right in this world where confidence is a vital ingredient to survive. On the other hand, what if you envision yourself as someone you are not? what if you believe yourself to be so important and tell others lies in other to support an image that does not exist? How far does one have to go before being called a liar? When does the ego of man change from being "confident, arrogant" to being a "fake, liar"? Can anyone recommend books on this topic? I won't mind psychology or philosophy, I just want to get some knowledge.
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