Monday, July 30, 2007

Would You Write A Letter?

At my job, I work by this lady/woman called Theresa and she honestly freaks out about everything. She is very emotional and takes everything to heart. She's a real sweetheart though. lol..she gives me candy all the time.Theresa told me something that cracked me up big time today..but she also got me thinking a little bit too sha.

Apparently, Theresa hadnt been on an airplane till November 2005 and she was 45! Yes, she is a typical small town woman scared of doing big things like..flying. So, in preparation for her flight to Nevada, she started freaking out like 3 months in advance.LOL! She told 3 different people at work to take care of her son/ talk to him should anything happen to her and hubby. She loves her son to death no be joke o.

She didnt stop at that o...She wrote a long letter and sealed it in an envelope addressed to her son. She also took out a notebook and took note of all the assets, loans, bank accounts, bills and everything to date...just so he would be able to keep track of everything.

Now I dont know what you think but she made my day with that story. I couldnt stop laughing for a good minute o. It's just a plane ride madam! On the other hand, I guess it makes sense to have a letter for your loved ones in any case..not just when you're flying to Nevada. Anything can happen at anytime.

Boo and I went into Barnes & Noble on Saturday and I just decided to look for Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Adichie. I bought the book and I could not put it down! I finished it Sunday night. Lets just say my studying and eating and everything else did not matter. This book is a must read. GRAB A COPY NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Now THAT was FUN!

It rained long and hard here tonight..and guess what I did with the roomies? I played in the rain. We put on our swim suits and ran out. It was soo much fun and it brought back memories. Ohh to be 8 years old and naked in the rain again!
Gosh I can't believe how happy I am! God please send more raaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiinnnn.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Life's Changes & Uncharted Maps

A lot has changed in the past 2 months since I graduated and some of my closest friends have moved far far away and its beginning to sink life as i have known in over the past 4 years is about to change. I expect to move within the next month to a destination that's unknown to me right now. Thats life, right?
My main crew has totally dissolved o, I just realized that I dont remember EVER going out to the bars/clubs in this town without one of my former roomates. She was ALWAYS up for a good time! ALWAYS. I am so gonna miss the way we HYPE up the parties. Everyone knows, once we're there, its a wrap! I wonder how in the world I am going to keep up with the lastest moves and songs without you all. You ladies brought out the crazy/fun Sapphire that I always knew existed! lol. Ladies, I love you with all my heart and I wish you well. There's so much potential, so much for us to accomplish. You each have unique paths, different dreams that highlight your personalities.

The way I feel now is similar to how I felt when I went to back Naija in December and realized that so much of my life would never be the same again. I tried to explain it to my friends but I couldnt quite describe it. I still cant. The note below was written my a friend of mine but it totally explains it! No words needed!



Uncharted maps were beginnings of endings and the picture of a journey.
The heavy paper shows the point of origin and the unpathed lands of another continent.
That unknown area, being the destination, is only an idea.
The paths found and the paths secretly followed and the deep occurrences of night are never charted.
The things made of lines and dots and keys on a map hold little significance except to be landmarks of different journeys.
We use cities and roads but as a reference point.

Memory remembers many uncharted things.
Half way between two roads may be a particular stream.
In this mess of streets is certain house.
On this curving set of highway was the car crash.
Between these wrinkles you met a particular person.
Driving through here we had this conversation.
On this corner was a coffee shop where the world passed us by.
There’s a hospital in this direction that held too many anxious moments.
This block use to be different and it’s where I grew up.
Here’s my church. Here’s my school. Here my childhood home.

Spin the map and show me where your heart is.
Bring it closer and show me the street you were on when everything changed.
Find the road; do you remember the sunrise? Find me the valley and show me the stars.

Show me where you are now. Show me where you wish you were. Is the distance so far? Put your fingers on the map and hold between them the distance.
They are but inches between your two fingers.
But I know that the soul measures distances not in miles and minutes but in tears and millions of thoughts; not in the days to travel but in days kept a part; and memory determines distance by what we are now compared to what we use to be.

These are our uncharted maps holding places that have been our destination with landmarks and crossroads impossible to mark and impossible to forget.