Chronicles of Fly

Dear fly (2011) How is it hanging in 2011? It is sci-fi kind of weird that I am writing a letter to myself, to my younger self. Two years ago, this very same month we sat at this table writing up a proposal to local newspapers to get the column published on a weekly basis and also making a two year plan of where we wanted us to end up. Fast forward and two years later we are at the same spot on the board game called life, the fuckery is stupendous I tell you. Had you told me that we would end up jobless fresh from graduating from the 5 th best school in France, the equivalent of attending the top ten best Ivy League schools in the United States. I would have called you a liar, but here we are. Jobless just as we were two years ago, either we committed career suicide or we made the wrong decision coming back home. Maybe we should have stayed in Lorraine and settled down with a French girl. While we are wondering the wilderness of nomadic job hoping, our friends are buying

Dear lord It’s me, your lost son. Darkness pulls at me and clouds my mind. But as long as I can see your light, I will use it as a guide to find my way home home. You opened my eyes and helped me see the evil of my ways, because I was blind. Trying to hold on to my sanity and peace of mind, in this urban jungle on that endless grind. So Dear God, please forgive these sins of mine. And in you I know I will always find Forgiveness and grace for all my lies   And eternal life on the day I die. Amen

You are beautiful; you are beautiful brown woman. You are all big eyes, thighs and the warmest of hearts. You are imperfectly perfect, with just the right amount of flawed to complete the masterpiece. This is what I say to you; you have heard this before, and I know it sounds better than that time I called you ‘presentable’. I am not the only one who notices the diversity and vibrancy of your personality, sure you’re not going to win Miss Universe but at least you can spell the word Ubiquitous. You have said to me many times “People have always said that I have a great personality”, If people keep saying it repeatedly it is either true or they are trying to get you to join their church. If only you could see what they see, If only we could take you out of your body so you too can revel in the marvelous spectacle that is you. So that you too can see firsthand how incredibly attractive your wit and intellect are. If only you could see, If only you weren't so blinded by all this Inst

This story is based on the events of a real day dream. True story! She looks at me out of the side of her eye, sneaking a glance. As she looks out of the window, I inconspicuously sneak my glance at her, quickly scanning her with my eyes roving up and down. Stopping only to catch a glimpse of the colour of her eyes, the colour seems to change with the light. I am not a fan of blondes but this girl knows her selling point and knows how to accentuate it. She has her hair pulled back showing off a pair of eyes that have me itching to get a second look. I definitely would not mind getting a treat from her goody bag, yes I said goody bag! Stop being so perverted; it’s not the type of goodies you are thinking about. I wonder if she even knows that I am looking at her, who even cares. I get back to my tweet and a voice snaps me back “hey, I saw you”. With disbelief etched on my face, I turn and she’s still looking at me “It’s rude to stare you know” she snarls. I am tempted to say