Robbed in Kenya

Neighborhood I got robbed in

I wanted my 2013 to start of with something memorable, and interesting. Be careful what you wish for as my new year eve was unforgettable. Robbed in Nairobi by four gunmen. No, I did not try to find out if the gun was real. Stripped of almost everything I own, only to be rescued by corrupt Kenyan police officers that extorted more from me than the arm robbers.  Apart from that, it was a good trip, infuse with delicious passion fruits, memorable artwork, bad cheesecake, smiling sympathizers, fantastic friend/host and her family…I will definitely return.

To my Taxi-Jackers...

I do not hate you for what you have done to me, but I hope one day your leaders, and mine can realize how their lack of sensitivity for those at the bottom effect us daily. President Mwai Kibaki term is over though he is love by many, he must go. I hope whoever wins the next election realize the plight of the Youth. Do not think I feel your actions were justify, but I understand the direct decisions made by those in position of power that led to the unjust environment you have to survive in. Once again I do not commend your actions, as there are millions just like you, who have consciously chosen not to take the path you have. However……

Thanks for answering my questions as you squeeze me between two hours of stench I will never forget.

Thanks for sparing my life as it is why I can say these words today.

Thanks for sparing me the pain of going through bureaucratic procedures of renewing my identity.

Thanks for increasing my adrenaline to explore our continent!

Thanks for understanding the importance of my wildflower.

Most of All I repeat….….GOD bless YOU, I forgive you.

1st time on the mutatu(bus)

Ooops!... you will never be able to use that IPAD 2 cuz it will be deactivated…:)

Stolen Camera, Ipad = No Pictures.

If I was Tomorrow

                                   We are the core!

The more I learn about the core issues surrounding the commencement of one of the most brutal civil war in the world, the more I strive daily not to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers. There were several reasons for the Liberian civil war, but I concluded the core was our distaste for each other, and our failure to love our country. 

The past is the past most people say, but the lessons of the past is an intricate part of how we advance our future. In a country, that exudes violence, maintaining an attitude of tranquility is hard. How can we sustain peace when 60% of the youth population does not have the skills, or the resources to become participatory citizens? 

Liberian youth were dealt an unfair hand; however there are many who excelled, and are excelling irrespective of the debauch environment they find themselves. Every human has an innate ability to be great should they strive to be. Yet we can not negate the need for an enabling environment to allow youth to strive. Liberian youth we need to stop using the past to justify our idleness…..

If I was Tomorrow

If I was tomorrow….

I will tell yesterday it slowed me down,why hissing my teeth.

Allowing malicious war lords to penetrate my sanity.

Using me as pawn in a game I could never win, nor understand.

Infringing on my basic rights, why their children were bombarded with lifetime opportunities.

If I was tomorrow….

I will scream in the faces of my forefathers, WHY?

Why did they stand by for “others” to take away the essence of who I am?

Why is the same "old thing" accepted today?

Why saying NO to the status quo means societal exclusion?

Why today when I stare in the mirror, I can barely recognize the features I should have inherited?

If I was tomorrow….

I will stop asking questions and start finding answers.

I will stop sulking in self pity and start looking for opportunities.

I will stop blaming the “others” and start taking responsibilities for my disposition.

Hell, with it! why wait for tomorrow, I have today!