My Thoughts, My Photos, and My Stories. Monday, May 26, 2014. I looked down to see a young boy, probably nine years old, his right hand outstretched. I looked away and ignored him. 8220;Aunty nipee kobole nikanunue food.

Perfect dose of life and love. Looking Back To The Year That Was 2014. The new year is young and it promises to carry a lot of good tidings. Where do I even start? Found a new love. Yes, I discovered that am an amazing chef. You get the picture, a lot of things happened. How many of you applied for gym memberships as the new year dawned? Or have you started a fab new diet? Changed your entire wardrobe? .

Poems and thoughts that I throw together. I am not a number. I am not a cypher. I am a real live person. I am part of a portion. If it suits a demographic,. By some venal banker,. And the turning of the wheel. Might make you a rich man. But your carefully worded plan.

Having worked in diverse fields over the years, one challenge that has been a constant is who takes responsibility. Even when people have a clear job description and have worked in the industry for decades, the challenge remains. It could be as simple as okaying a directive to as heavy as appending a signature. Some will over delegate their duties to avoid accountability. Others will micro-manage others duties to evade transparency.

Some day last year I almost bought a motorcycle. There was one problem though. I had never ridden a motorcycle before in my whole life. And I dropped out of driving school. So as I was saying. The sweating lady aside, the urge for a motorbike grows ever stronger. I am here stuck in traffic and someone just zoomed past us.

Happiness is yours to have. The last year has been nothing short of challenging. With new beginnings left, right and center. So dude where is your year 23 to year 27? What were you doing? Life sometime.