At the end of my street there is a corner that is unoccupied by any street vendors. We call it the “pee wall”. Gross? Yes. It is the local urinal. I realise that foul odours are not unique to this city – they are a big part of any city. But I feel like I
Cause you crazy. Cause you don’t love your momma. Cause you don’t love nobody.
We don’t have to love the nature of all things, but we must know that all things have a nature. Selah.
I was talking to Janeen the other day about a matter completely unrelated to this post, and she told me–with all of her Janeen-like kindness that honestly makes me crazy sometimes–that I don’t need to be so hard on myself. Of all the nerve. I mean really, what kind of empathetic and compassionate person looks
They say you can never go home again. Which is kind of messed up, if you think about it. So much of our lives, so much of who we are is connected to the GPS of our hearts. Final destination: home. After a long day of work, after a fun adventure, you want for familiarity,
“Janeen, when are you coming home? ” This is a common question asked of me when I visit friends and family in the states. My father wants to know before ending every phone call lately. Sometimes people ask because they truly miss me and I really appreciate that. Some people have no clue why I