The world through my eyes

A lot of peoole tend to conclude that I am a mad cow even only after having been in my presence for 10 minutes. Well, I am a mad cow for many many reasons, but I will let you be the jury. Although you should never judge my level of insanity based on external contributors like people being mind-blowing-eye balls-poping objects subject to interpretations or people being brain-dead but with mouths that have verbal diarrhea.

I mean we will be sitting in church in silent prayer and “twinkle twinkle little star…” song will pop up aloud in my head through my mouth? … My mind works in mysterious ways like that and my family are almost now convinced that my final resting place is Hell. Never mind them. I came here to recap on more pressing matters and I am going to do exactly that…

Do you remember the last time I was wondering out aloud what God was thinking when he crafted the African woman’s buttocks? Well, I still continue to wonder. Honestly how do some of these women carry their behinds (arses) about the entire day & not suffer from knee arthritis or lower backaches? Some of those twin mountains are so humongous it would make Mount Kilimanjaro shrink with shame. One could mount and launch a spaceship on a pair of those or even lay out a Sunday buffet feast on some of them comfortably. Talk of mobile dining tables and missile launch pads.

Anyway, back to my annoyance; I am annoyed at old men & their professional balls. Why do some men, African men in particular assume that simply b’cos they have got grey hairs growing on their scrotum, a young lady can not give them commands therefore? If I am young & in that position above your head, it means that I have bigger balls than you, high time I wish somebody thought those goats a lesson- that somebody not being me ofcourse. Sigh!

If you are reading this, you are probably shaking your head now & saying, “this woman is indeed mad”. So I am just going to shut up here b’cos its common knowledge- The woman is mad!