someone told me once, that when some people fly out...they never come back the same!
this was in reference to someone who was not completely legit in the head after he returned home.and he hadnt done drugs or any other nasties!
so i worried, worried that my rosy plans/dreams for the future would be tarnished by an unsound mind.
so...im walking down the corridor and some dude in front of me keeps on sneaking glances.
the story is in the glance.
im a lone black female, dressed somewhat ethnicly, seeemingly going into all the corridors that this caucasian fellow is entering.
note to you dear reader: we lie at opposite ends of the BMI index. plus yani, since i hail from the mother continent,yurr! i must have some sort of killer instincts or survival tactics....or whatever!
so yani im sure its not something that i have to break down to you ,dear einsteins, but i think he thought i was following him!
but i say!i was not!
we just happened to be going in the same direction.
i plead the fifth amendment!(haya, in kenya we would plead what....ebu think about it)
so we're at like glance number five....(this is where i begin questioning the health of my mental apparatus)....
at glance number five the following goes through my mind....
'tada...tada....tada,tada,tadatadatadatada......ching ching ching!
yep, im following you bloke!
should i be sad about these eh, mental activities?
woi, for real, maybe being abroad, especially in the states, the uk, europe...maybe it does do something to the kichwa.