Nigeria monologues: Goskolo for ancestors

Bless me father for I have sinned it's been a life time since my last confession. but I like to believe that in a life before this I must have confessed all the rights that I did. It is true that in a time before the rise of the seven sisters, I could have lined up to be the very Mr. But Lets not talk about the progress and the bliss that could have been and remained focused while I talk about my sins. although what is now is a function of what wasn't then but I am glad that I finally seek absolution. Perhaps 10 hail Marys and 20 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

It was the closing of the millennium and a new day had dawned, the hope of an entire nation had finally risen. A well known milksop with an ear that couldn't listen was installed as he got out of prison. Then the souls of a hundred million were sold to enhance the myopic image of a silly twin toad and I know it sounds bad but my heart is now gold so what I seek on this day is simple absolution. 20 hail Marys and 40 our fathers and I will leave here to sin no more?

So my first hail Mary was a short hail Mary pass in the dieing minute of the semester I desperately tried to score a pass but is my emergency approach really that bad? Could I have saved the hundred million souls that I crashed? With my blood soaked page and my ink soaked sword, there will be no absolution for me today. Perhaps I'll raise the stakes and take my case above my mates; a cow for the gods and some Goskolo for the ancestors.

Wild roses, blank letters and a story for the gods.

Sent me wild roses in December that thrived regardless of the weather that was a very pleasant pleasure. In the depths of my solitude lays a greatly flawed utopia where my greatest flaws can cope with epiphanies akin to eureka. In a garden of great oaks, i dare to weed the soil just to be like the great folks. Yet I unintentionally cultivate an interesting great joke because it is the weeds that need saving as the great oaks will always cope.

Sent me a blank letter with an upside down smiley, I will likely never know where it came from. An insane sun consumed what was left of the rain and I will likely never get to be that same son. I'm overwhelmed by an intersection nearly torn down and that upside down smiley was likely a frown now a little known queen will likely be crowned and the crowd erupts in cheers; the applause sign lit up. So if I was not the butt of this unhealthy prank will I still think that sign was lit up in bad taste?

Sent me a very silent prayer, a rosary and holy water, the origins of these gestures will likely remain unknown forever. With a stellar performance I subtly uncross my fingers, then descend the mountain top; I see no promised land. However a little concentration just beyond tree tops would reveal all I ever wanted, you are not alone Santiago. As I sit back and reflect on my personal alchemist's teachings, the paradox of my wants become more apparent and far reaching.