Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason

I feel so broken up
And I give up
I just want to tell you so you know
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one

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Saturday, July 05, 2008

July 6, 2008


Life as it is.... sometimes complicated and sometimes just strange.


I hit my turning point in my life after my last trip to Europe in 2007. I haven't seen my dad's family for about 5 years and things do change after sometime. My favourite uncle and aunts are still the same - super fantastic people who are just themselves in their own unique and lovable ways. I love my dad's families to the core especially my uncle Bob who to me is just like my late dad.


In this journey - I met several very close friends whom I have known for some years but was meeting for the first time. Close friends like Cliff, Ade and Chris are close to my heart. Cliff is like my dad - so I call him Papa. I have known him like 10 years. He know me like I say inside and outside. He knows my joy and also my saddness. Thou he was a thousand miles away - he always find time to spend some quality time and hear me out when I have no one else to pour my feelings out whether it was a feeling of joy, saddness or disappointment. He means the world to me as my Papa. A place where I can seek comfort...


Ade and Chris are my closest friends that I have. Ade in his own crazy and weird way makes you feel so at home. I was recovering from my lung infection when I went over to his place in Ilford for a couple of days. I was smoothered with attention and boy was I overwhelmed by his hospitality. He makes sure that I finish the freshly blended juice that he makes and he makes me drink 2 big glass. I was already filled with the juice - let alone the breakfast I needed to take infront of him. Maybe Ade was my God dad trapped in this 20's something body.

As for Chris, he is just a sweetheart. I spent with him the longest during my entire trip. Gent is a beautiful place in Autumn - thou it was so cold both during the day and night - I feel always warm in the Chris's house probably because either the window close or the heater is on. I spent quiet times in the morning while Chris goes for his classes. So I just spend my time to catch on my reading and walk to the nearest park and supermarket. The supermarket which became my hangout joint for 1.5 weeks whilst I was in Gent.

There was so many things to see, try and buy. And I somehow always surprise Chris with my cookings. What I enjoy the most was the quality time we spent either debating on the world politics or about me having more African culture then he is African. Especially on how I make my coffee and how much I pour my coffee into my coffee cup. I lile to fill it up to the brim which to Chris is a typical African way...hahahahaaa. I always laugh and answer back to Chris and says - Chris - I'm more African then you are - you are too westinerized.

Above are some recollections of my memories as to when I was in Europe last year.

Memories are a treasure of a lifetime - never to be forgotten

God is Love - Vivian

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