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nomad
The road has taught me something: that there’s nothing more dangerous to the adventurous spirit than a secure future, a clear direction and a solid life plan.. Yet sometimes that’s all I’m longing for.. but I quickly remind myself… no, no it’s not! I could never see myself just having gone to school to just get a job with some random company, make money, buy a home, get settled… it’s just not for me, yet it’s what surrounds me. So many of my friends and people I know, just going through the motions, the proper steps in what their “supposed to do” entering into “reality” with house payments, marriages, children……
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breaking the silence
Approaching you can be very difficult sometimes. I run and hide and cover my face with crimson hands, shameful because I know how undeserving I am and how much I fall short. Yet you inspire me with a gentle whisper in a silent drive, on a radio station I never listen to. Even though I resist constantly in this ongoing battle, split down the middle knowing which way leads to life but still cheating myself, putting my hope in things and especially people… that won’t fill me, let me down, break my heart, will pass away, and most of all, are completely unreliable.
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two worlds
“I saw all those people at the bus stop in London, waiting to go to work. I rather take my chance in Africa again than have to go to work every day by bus.” – Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, The Last King of Scotland by Giles Foden. ‘T.I.A.’ was the first phrase I learned as I exited Jomo Kenyatta International Airport in Nairobi, Kenya. “This is Africa.” It was used to describe the chaotic, unorganized circumstances of the African continent and soon became the continuous excuse when things were not going according to plan. As I stepped out into the balmy night air and watched the perilous, anarchic traffic of the…
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