dumb people suck.
dumb people suck bcos they make you dumb
dumb people suck bcos they make you dumb bcos they dont understand simple things
dumb people suck bcos they force you repeat yourself
i hate repeating my self
repeating my self sucks
so, in conclusion
dumb ppl suck bcos they make you dumb
you always have to repeat yourself
and that’s why dumb people suck so much.

Dambisa Moyo. DEAD AID: why aid is not working and how there is a better way for Africa. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. 2009. Pp. 188. $24.00. ISBN-13: 978-0-374-13956-8.

“The notion that aid can alleviate systemic poverty, and has done so, is a myth,” Dambisa Moyo writes in her polemic. Pop stars like Bono and Bob Geldof may attract millions of donors and dollars while singing for aid and debt relief, but Africa continues to lag behind in every aspect. Moyo explains that the Marshall Plan, which re-financed a badly damaged European infrastructure after World War Two, is the wrong model for assisting Africa, which lacks infrastructure altogether. Emergency humanitarian aid notwithstanding, systemic aid is encouraging corruption, bureaucracy and dysfunction. Expansive loans engender expansive debt. Read the rest of this entry »

There once was someone who didn’t know.
He didn’t even know if he didn’t know.
Or if he didn’t know if he didn’t know.
But it was alright.
Because he was happy even if he didn’t know it.

He asked some people, family and friends
And they said they knew
they couldn’t say exactly how or what it was
but they didn’t mind
they wanted to believe and they didn’t want it any other way

The problem was
that each person who knew, knew something different from the next.
And over this they fought
and many of them were wounded
and many of them were hurt
even the one who didn’t know

jj

All I want…

Is to grow old in your arms
Share laughter, tears, and joy
Build endless memories
Gather indestructible strength and a lasting force
Share unbreakable hugs with steamy kisses,
And shameless glances

All I want…

Is to grow old in your soul
Travel the world by your side
Sit beneath the sky and count the stars
Get lost in each other’s eyes,
Take a boat ride, a train ride,
And fly with you, freely and spiritually

All I want…

Is to grow old in your heart
Fall asleep in your strong arms,
Wake up by your never-ending charms
Drive around speechless, but still contempt in silence
Taste the flavors of the world—your world

All I want…

Is to grow old in your eyes
Eat dinner with you by the TV every night,
Share simple, but yet special times
With a cup of coffee at Timmies
Window shop with bearable longings
Because all I want in this world is you.

As silence slips into the vastness of

the night—-

A shallow breath of a resounding sigh

A light of the cigar brings a glow of welcome warmness

approaching footsteps muffled by the eerie winds—-

brings news of a ship that has quietly slipped into the docks—

wonder of treasures abound, even the rats sense the excitement

the grimy faces are stained with living, waiting upon the call to plunder

It is survival of the fittest, the fast, the sly—— the knowledge of where

and when to hide

The watchman on patrol sees the toll, smells the stench

rotting, decaying—- cast away

It’s just another day for the pick pocket

of the London Stews.