the great comeback

it seems as if winter decided to finally join us this year. there's about 10 cm of snow outside and it's -12. and i thought i wouldn't get to see snow this year.

missing home

thoughts over some carlo rossi

as another day is about to close in this place of pure delight and lightness of being i am flooded by thoughts and memories. (flashbacks invading my mind when triggered by scenes in a movie or thought evoked by a talk at dinner with a good friend, that probably doesn't even know i consider him that, and i can't explain why i do.) both of which have a single core in common, which my delight for the little things in life that make it so beautiful; like the stories you hear when you meet someone new, the adrenaline rushes in your dreams, the memories you hold dear for years, and the turns that take you off the paved paths. why else would living be so beautiful.

one of the things i miss the most....lebanese cuisine

i spend one of the nicest evenings of this trip tonight over at my dad's friends house. he's been good friends with my dad ever since my dad came to nigeria. i even remember the night he had his wedding. my parents put me to bed and left me alone at home hoping that i would not wake up while they were gone. they should have known that i was their hyperactive, troublesome kid. no sooner had they gone out the gate, i got out of bed and started sneaking around the house. in a matter of minutes i invited my maigardi (security) as well as all the other maigardi's on the street, to come over to my house sit in our parlor and drink a beer or a soft drink. everyone was having a blast untill my dad decided to come back home just to check on me. he must have had the shock of his life when he came in and saw his living room full of guards and me in bed pretending to sleep as nothing ever happened.
this has definetly been one of my calmer trips back home. i have managed to shut myslef off from a lot of things. in a way i do regret not spending time with the few people i still know in the area but i found myself without any interesting idea's for the few months to come, which left me far away from being in high spirits. my former plans have sort of crashed. i just needed a few days, or more like a weeks to figure it all out again, and to find the energy to start dreaming all over again. inspiration has come from the least expected sources as it usually does.