Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Camry

July 28,2010
Mahwah

Nervousness is an expression of humanity. Thatz why I always feel that action movies are unreal because the protagonist barely shows any hint of unease before blowing everyone out of the screen. The beauty of feeling nervous is best described by the after effects of calm. Quivering lips, tight muscles, pinched nerves, replaced by a sense of "Why was I worried in the first place?". Relief basically floats on the same frequency as ecstasy. It is simply too cryptic to explain...

So I stepped into a new car this week and I felt at home. Little wonder I felt barely any emotion when my old battle-scarred hoopty was murdered on the sidewalk.I don't feel any guilt, just a sense of liberation and freedom...and a little nervous. Camry was my first and I cherish the moments we shared, but sometimes you just have to move on...a blissful divorce? She still stares at me with reproach from the street, I force myself to look away and blatantly stare at the new generation.It aint as if there hadnt been previous flings in the past, I am just bold enough to admit that itz time to move on...

August is a big month! Delaware, San Diego and Canada on the horizon. Huge decisions to be made, the feverish excitement of anticipation, dragonflies fluttering in the summer landscape of my mind, Givenchy-scented winds painting illusions in my dreams...Life is beautiful, if you accept it! I may not be fly but I try my best to float, navigating the currents of life with a subtle nonchalance borne out of faith in an unseen presence. I embrace the unpredictability of the next second, savoring the thrill like a child, therein lies the naivety and beauty of my personality...

"You can't tell a man's life from his footprints..."

Saturday, July 24, 2010

cK oNe

July 24, 2010

"Salt" was pretty spicy, few twists and turns got me engaged in the flow.Itz hard to ignore Angelina Jolie. Itz not just her facial features or physique, the woman just has a wild aura about her. Sensuality is natural to women, but few have the gift of channelling it the way Jolie does. She reminds me of Delilah, Samson did'nt stand a chance...

I always wondered how Adam felt the first time he set eyes on Eve. Was it love at first sight? Did he blink twice and wonder if he was dreaming? Why did he really eat the apple? Did he do it 'cos he was ready to sacrifice everything in order to please her? Love is a strange thing. Adam's weakness was his rib, Achilles wasn't a man and his heel still remains a myth...

What makes a dream different from reality? Ever slept with a new fragrance on your pillow? Soft, sensual and smooth...cK oNe

12:45am
So I was lying in my bed, listening to music and dreaming...heard a loud bang! Kinda sounded like lightning, but the chords didnt sound right. I peeped out of my window, didnt see anything awry, so I switched back to floating with music from Maxwell...Phone rings, I skip downstairs to open the door and to my amazement, I encounter a circus in full flow.

The loud bang turned out to be my car taking a hit from an "alcohol-befuddled cop-impersonating woman". A wide range of emotions ran through my head...Sue her! New Car! Oops, I'm screwed! Punch her lights out!...At the end of it all, I just felt calm...It felt like a dream, and all the characters around me were projections...the scent of cK oNe was the only link to reality

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Inception

July 20, 2010...Somewhere in Mahwah, NJ

July 17th was the turning point. Dunno if it was spontaneous or stimulated, but I made the decision. I need a new architect! It is easy to get carried away while traversing the shores of life...the regular rhythms of everyday life masquerading as a subtle sedative to numb the swift flow of time...

I gradually discovered that resurrecting old ideas is synonymous to painting with water...apparently there is no cemetery in our minds, the ideas quickly fade as if formatted by a lazy programmer...

For those who don't know me...I am often misunderstood. Reality is a projected dream, deja-vu or presque-vu? There is an invisible disconnection between the personalities we portray to the world and the real shadows lurking in our minds. I am a Nigerian, in case you haven't figured out yet...

Enough of the cryptic speech. Welcome to my scrambled thoughts. Intertwined somewhere between layers of abstract speech and reasoning, lies a flicker of logic. I'll speak the truth as I see it, feel free to remove the speck in my eye if you see any...

In the fabled words of a friend..." You can't tell a man's life from his footprints"