I am female.
I like crazy men.
I am spontaneous, impractical, AND a criminal.
I am spirited and playful, of high intelligence, not necessarily formally educated, I have alot of spunk in my trunk, faith, class and inner strength in my inner thighs and I can think strategically about the world and the people I cares about (vote for me for president 2012)
I am also rudderless.
Oh, also I love whip cream. Oh I do.
The rusted matatu van’s exhaust coughed and puttered down the dirt street, merging onto the bustling main road that was paved but littered with potholes. On either side, piles of burning tires surrounded by sweat drenched Kenyans wielding machetes stood shouting. I pressed my face against the dusty glass and watched the riots unfold right outside my van.
If I had known then that just one hundred yards away was a man who would dominate international media in the next few years with the revelation of millions of top secret documents I would have been curious to meet him and see what it was all about. The journalist in me would have needed to know, but back then only a handful of people knew who he was. Julian Assange was attending the World Social Forum in Nairobi. I didn’t even know it was going on, nor what it was at the time, but the forum was a radical parody of the World Economic Forum, where rich influential people gathered in Switzerland to discuss money, whereas this forum consisted of poor and powerless people gathered to discuss justice.
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