The Event: expect the Unexpected (4)

Hey! Welcome to Part 4 of this series. I'm glad you enjoyed the last one. So, U know the deal eh? If you like it, share. (Tweet button to the right, bunch of share buttons under each post - facebook, blogger, etc). If you don't like it, drop a comment so I'll know what's up.
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Also, I'm not one of those to apologize for not posting after a while. Just enjoy the read, and don't forget your drink. Its gonna be a fun ride!
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The BOY

“Sir, please don’t tell my Mom”, Hiko pleaded. “She’s going to ground me for a month! Please!” he begged further.

The bus driver gave him a vicious look, and said “No! I will tell your mother. I will make sure Principal Naoki knows, and I’m sure she is going to suspend you for at least two weeks. For goodness’ sake, you punched a tooth out of the boy’s mouth!”

Hiko knew he was in for it at this point. He had no other option, except the one that dominated his cerebrum.

Before he could implement the devious plan that was occupying his thoughts, he heard a rumbling sound from behind the bus. The bus driver looked at him again, and as if he could read Hiko’s thoughts, shouted at him: “Don’t go anywhere!”

Hiko strained his neck to see what was going on as the bus driver went to inspect what was going on. Then he heard the rumble again, much louder this time. Then…

CRACCKKKKK!!!

The road split in two! And the crack in the road kept coming – coming for the buses, coming for Tohoku Elementary.

Image obtained from this link.

“GET INTO THE BUS!  NOW!” the bus driver roared. Hiko jumped into the bus faster than one could say Jack Sparrow. The bus driver leaped into the driver’s seat and floored the accelerator.

“SEATBELTS ON! NOW!!” the bus driver roared again. Hiko didn’t need anyone to tell him twice – he slapped the seatbelt on as the bus driver sped off. Hiko was sure that the bus was going at 80mph now – well above the speed limit for a regular car, let alone a school bus. He saw the children in the bus looking back, and he followed suit. He saw it happening. 

One of the two buses behind his was sinking. They saw the driver of that bus rev his engine, but the crack had caught up with them. The bus began to fall back into the huge chasm that was being created. In a last attempt at survival, the driver abandoned the children, jumped out his bus and tried to save his life. At that moment, Hiko’s bus driver made a left turn, and the sight was taken away.

The children kept looking back in terror. What made them more horror-struck was when they didn’t see the second bus make that same turn. It was gone.

Shaking. Shaking. Violent SHAKING.

At that moment, Hiko realized what was happening. He had seen this in a movie once. Realizing that this was no movie, he shouted: “EARTHQUAKE!”

The MAN

Shou looked at the kid that pleaded with him. “He’s not even as remorseful as he should be”, he thought. He rained threats on the kid. “This kid has no idea what he has gotten himself into, does he? He took out his friend’s tooth!” Shou mused. He was about to send another barrage of threats when he heard the distinct rumble behind the bus. He went to check it out. He saw the kid trying to move away, and screamed at him: “Don’t go anywhere!”

Image obtained from this link.

He looked ahead, but he could not believe what his eyes told him. The ground was opening, and the crack looked like it was heading for them! He saw two cars aligned at 80° angles to the ground inside the ditch created, and they were falling – falling headlong into the crack! He could make out a person’s figure in the backseat of one of the cars, her arms flailing and banging, trying to get out of the car. He watched motionlessly as the cars were swallowed by the ground. A loud cracking sound and the quivering of the ground jolted him into action.

“No way THIS is gonna happen to ME!” he thought. He turned and ran to the driver’s seat, revved the engine and moved the transmission at the same time. The car lurched forward and sped off. He grabbed the steering to steady the bus, and shouted to the children behind him: “SEATBELTS ON! NOW!!”

He kept his foot on the gas pedal, and then stole a look at his rearview mirror. He saw another bus sinking into the ground behind him. A bus from Tohoku Elementary. 39 kids and a bus driver just died behind him.

“Oh HECK NO! Not happening! Not to ME! Not to my kids!” he thought. He took his foot off the gas pedal, pushed the transmission one step down, pulled the handbrake, and turned the steering hard to the left. The tires made a loud SCREEEECCHH as the bus drifted into the left turn. He pushed the handbrake down, slammed the gas pedal and moved the transmission one step up. The car jerked and jumped forward like a little boy who got stung by a soldier ant on his behind. “Who says one can’t learn driving skills from ‘Need for Speed’? I certainly did”, he thought.

He felt a huge RUMBLE, and the car shook violently like a leaf in the wind. One of the kids in the bus screamed “EARTHQUAKE!” He retorted “Really? You just realized that we were in the middle of an earthquake? Tell me something I don’t know!”

 The safest place he could think of was the military base thirty minutes away. “They’ve got underground bunkers and the roads are reinforced against earthquakes. We have to get there fast”, he muttered under his breath. He made a right turn in a manner similar to the earlier left turn, and barely saw the small black Hyundai speeding towards him.

Instinctively, he made a left turn to avoid the car. The combination of the drifts and sharp turns made the car somersault sideways.

BLAM! BLAAM!! BOOOOM!!!

The WOMAN

Kiyoshi felt another speed bump. “Oh no! Not my TIRES! Tadashi is in more trouble than he knows – he’s making me puncture my tires!” she thought. Her thoughts distracted her from seeing the distinct yellow of the school bus hurtling towards her.

She reflexively steered the black Hyundai she was driving to the left.

BLAM!

Image obtained from this link.

She had crashed into a tree on the side of the road. She was dazed, and everything looked fuzzy. Then, POOOF went the airbag, thumping her head against her car seat and knocking her unconscious.

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The quivering of the ground roused her back to consciousness. She looked at her body; no major damage. She could feel her hands and legs; her nose and ribs hurt badly however. She put a hand to feel her nose.

Blood.

She tried to shout, but all she could let out was a moan. She stumbled out of the car after unhooking her seatbelt and used her shirt sleeve to wipe off the blood on her nose. Her ribs hurt more now as she stood. “I’m probably bleeding internally”, she thought. Then she saw the yellow bus that she had swerved to avoid, on its side, and partially sunk into the ground. It was a bus from Tohoku Elementary. Another RUMBLE of the ground. She could make out the big lettering on the back of the bus, now turned sideways: AF16B9.

“Tadashi! My Tad!” she thought, as she ran toward the bus. The ground vibrated some more. The bus slid deeper and deeper into the ground. Her nose caught a whiff of some smoke. “It’s coming from…it’s coming from the bus! The bus is going to explode!” she thought.

She ran faster. Her ribs ached more. They shifted and ground against themselves inside her as she tried to increase her speed. She whimpered, but didn’t slow down; she had to get her son from that bus. She arrived at the foot of the rift that was swallowing up the bus; it was bigger than she had imagined. At that moment, the earthquake seemed to reach its peak with the loudest and most violent quivering she had ever experienced. She hit the ground before she knew it, and watched as the bus slid and jostled itself into the ready throat of the chasm. Then she heard the explosion from the belly of the ground.

“Tad! Tadashi!!” she cried. “TADASHI! MY BABY!!” she wailed. The mental and physical pain racked her mind and body, and it gave way: she coasted once more into the sweet nothingness of unconsciousness.

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.... (still) to be continued.

Are you enjoying the story? Lemme know what you think of the design and story in the comments section!

(P.S: All images that are not mine have links to their source. Tryna avoid plagiarism and all that, you know...)

Graphic Design Blog, remember? I couldn't find a good place to put this in the story, so...
Original Graphic/Logo for Tohoku Elementary. Opinions?

The Event: expect the Unexpected (3)

Hello! So you guys enjoyed the last post eh? Good stuff! I'm sure you'll enjoy this one. My blog-mum gave me work, that's why I didn't post this earlier, added to the fact that I've not eaten/slept well in days....lol. I'm under the influence of creativity. Also, I'd like to say that it's Frank Edwards birthday today - go to his page on facebook or twitter and show him some love, will ya? Thanks! Also, to my great childhood friend Chidinma Igwegbe, get well soon! This one is for you to pass the time.
Furthermore, know that I pay attention to detail - every detail is important. If you don't understand something, the 2 previous posts in this series will surely explain. Or you can always ask me using the comments box. And, if you like it, tell 5 friends using the links at the bottom!
Ok, enuff talk. Here's part 3. Don't forget your drink!
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The Event. Are You ready?

Friday Morning. 6.30am.

“You make the best coffee in the world, honey. And I should know. I’ve been drinking your coffee for ten years now. Starbucks got nothing on you, baby.” She smiled at that statement, a cute, coy smile, and her left cheek swelled with the smile. The single dimple formed. Her husband always knew the right things to say to make her smile. He’d been doing it for years now. And he had gotten good at it. His primary tool of courtship was his words, and he used them well. She loved hearing him work magic with his expressions. He continued: “What flavor of coffee is this? I detect a hint of cherry and blackberry.”

“It’s my secret ingredient, honey. It’s called love”, she answered, smiling more broadly now. He returned the grin. She briefly recalled when they first met; he always thought he spotted her first. He thought wrong.

He had walked into her place of work jauntily, took a seat, and waited for a waiter to come take his order. She was taking someone else’s order at the time, but briefly looked up to see who caused the doorbell to ring by walking in. “Yummy”, she thought. She forced her gaze back to the customer whose order she was taking, but her thoughts were a thousand miles away. She hadn’t had a meaningful relationship in one and a half years. What was she doing?

“Go talk to him”, a voice in her head said.

 “He’ll just use you and dump you, like the other men have done”, another voice quipped.

“You never know how he’ll treat you – you do know all guys are NOT the same, right?” the first voice urged.

“But all guys ARE the same, and act the same way, and want the same things, so.…” the other voice retorted.

‘The War of the Minds’ raged on inside her. Then she saw another waitress - a lady five years younger than she - going over to take his order. She stopped thinking instantly.

She abandoned the customer she was attending to, leaving him rattling off names of spices and dishes to himself like a madman at the dumpster. She moved as quickly as she could to the rows of tables and chairs on the side of the inner wall, and with superhuman calculation, shoved the first table as hard as she could at exactly the right moment. The other waiter was still moving, unaware that all the tables and chairs were tipping over each other behind her, and that the resultant domino effect was coming straight for her. It all happened in the space of two seconds.

BLAM!!

 The other waiter was flat on her face and hands. Everyone laughed and pointed. Some people whose conscience chastised them for laughing moved to help the fallen waitress. She took advantage of the opening, and walked up to him smartly.

“Hello Sir. May I take your order?”

“The young lady! She just fell! I need to go help her…” He made to stand up.

“No need for that Sir. She already has people there taking care of her”, she said as she held his hand to restrain him from getting up. “Accidents like these happen every day, Sir”, she continued. “They’re not new. That’s what the job training is about, isn’t it? Now, sit down. Tell me what you want to eat.”

He was not used to women standing up to him like that. This was new. This piqued his interest. He saw her in a different light; as his wife, a mother to their kids, and the yin to his yang. Then he snapped out of his daydream.

“I’d like whatever you think would be best for me, Ma’am” he said.

She smiled; teeth white as ivory, her left cheek proudly displaying its single dimple. “One order of ‘whatever’s best for you’ coming right up”, she said.  He returned the smile. A thought came to him, and he acted on it immediately.

“Permit me to say”, he started, “I’ve never seen anyone look this pretty in a uniform and apron. In my opinion, other waitresses pale in comparison to you.”

She smiled again. “Thank you Sir. You’re very kind.”

That smile was growing on him. Green light. Emboldened by her response, he continued: “I’d like to know your name, if you don’t mind.”

Well, she wasn’t going to be that easy to get. “I don’t mind”, she replied. “You’re just going to have to work for it”, she finished. As she turned to go, she left him with a stern warning: “Don’t call me Ma’am.” Then she sashayed away purposefully, for his viewing pleasure.

Her efforts were not in vain. They got married a year later, and gave birth to their first son the following year. They had discussed moving to a new environment that would be safer for them and their son; she refused. Her home was here. She was quite headstrong and persuasive. They discussed getting her a new job in the town, a job where she could earn more money. He was already earning some good cash from his site management enterprise, and it was enough for two of them initially. 

When the baby came, however, it became insufficient. Then, they had a light bulb moment: why not buy the eatery where they first met? She would make five times what she was making now, and have more time to take care of their little boy, Tadashi. This meant emptying out their emergency stash to finance the project. The previous owner was glad to let the eatery go – he had been looking for someone to sell it to, so they got it at a discounted price.

“What are we going to call it dear? Is it still going to be called ‘Stop-And-Sop’?” her husband quizzed.

“No”, she replied. “I never liked that name. How about ‘The Old House Café'? ”

“I think it’s a nice name. Has an old yet young feel to it”, he answered.

Like I said, Graphic Design Blog, remember? (lol)
Original Logo Design/Graphic for Old House Cafe.
(Not in anyway affiliated with any other similar brand)
Which do you prefer? How can I improve on it? Opinions are welcomed.

Good times, good times.

She snapped out of her reminiscence, gave her husband a peck before he dashed off to work, and went to prepare Tadashi for school. “At ten years of age, my boy should be able to get himself ready for school by now, shouldn’t he?” she asked Tadashi. 

He replied, “Yes Mom, I can take care of myself, but I like it when you do it. You do it so well, you know.”

“He’s just like his Dad”, she thought, as a smile caressed her lips once more.

She dropped off Tadashi at school and headed to open The Old House Café for the day. She arrived at 8.00am; none of the waiters had arrived yet. “Someone’s gonna get a pink slip soon”, she thought. She had to fill in for the waiters till they arrived. At 8:25am, a man walked into the store, dressed in a brown jacket and a baseball hat, and he held a newspaper in his left hand. Her first customer for the day.  He walked up to the counter.

“The usual, please”, he requested.

“I’m sorry Sir, I do not know what you usually order here”, she replied. “None of my waiters are around today, so I’m filling in till someone arrives.”

“A Double Mochachino Latte”, he demanded. That was when she recognized him.

“Don’t you work at Tohoku Elementary?”, she asked.

“I do. I’m the bus driver for Route #AF16.”

“Really? My son attends that school! I think you must be his bus driver. His name is Tadashi Jirou. I’m his mother.”

“Yeah, I know him. He’s a good kid. Doesn’t make trouble.”

“That’s good to hear. My name is Kiyoshi Jirou. It’s good to meet you.”

Added noise effect to make it look old and
newspaper-ish. It is called the
'Old House Cafe' after all... isn't it?

“Shou Masato. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Jirou.”

Shou paid for his coffee, went to sit down in the booth at the far corner by the window, and dug into his newspaper.

“He's a nice man, but he seems introverted", Kiyoshi thought. Then the waiters arrived. When they saw Mrs. Jirou working at the counter, they didn’t try to enter from the front. Instead, they swerved to the left, with the iintent of using the back entrance. Kiyoshi saw them and laughed. “Amateurs”, she thought. “I was much smarter than my boss in my day. I’ll let them slide this once though.”

The rest of the day went by without a quandary. Then, at 2: 43pm, she received a call.

“Hello”, Kiyoshi began.

“Hello. Is this Mrs. Jirou?”, the male voice on the other end of the line replied.

“Speaking. How may I help you?”

“This is the clinic at Tohoku Elementary School. Your son was involved in an altercation on one of our school buses some minutes ago. He lost his 2nd lower right incisor…”

“WHAAAT!!??!”

“We just wanted to make sure you were aware. We are cleaning up the cavity created now, but he will have to see a dentist eventually. You do have the means to pay for that, right?”

Crackle. Crackle.

No answer. The man on the other end of the line repeated what he said previously, then looked at his phone like something was wrong. He dropped the call.

Kiyoshi was already on the highway before the conversation ended. She sped to Tohoku Elementary like her life depended on it.

“My son? In an altercation? He was in a fight?” she thought. She floored the accelerator and the car approached 100mph. Her mind kept racing: “When did he start fighting? Why would he do that? And he lost a tooth! Does he know how much that will cost at the dentist’s? Who was the person that knocked out his tooth? That kid needs some serious spanking! Someone's gonna hear from me today!!”

She hit a speedbump at 100mph, but that didn’t faze her - she just slowed down to 85mph. She was gonna confront someone about her baby. Then she hit another speed bump. And another.  Another still. “There aren’t this many speedbumps on the way to Tohoku Elementary”, she thought. “Is someone renovating the road? Or – my tires!! God, NOT my CAR TIRES!! I have too much I’m spending on already!!”, she pleaded in her mind.

Then it began. What happened next was beyond anything she had ever seen or imagined.….

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.... (still) to be continued. (Oh boi, this story is getting more interesting everyday! I'm even excited abt reading the posts myself...can't wait to read the next one!)

Till next time, have a Kolor-Full Life!

Yours Truly.

Dial 911 for Designer !

Hi Peoples! How're we doing today? I really wanna know. 

For me, I'm doing awesome! Cleaned up the blog a bit (more like a LOT), added a New 'Portfolio' tab (gosh! That thing can take years if you don't know what you are doing), and added a 3-D tag cloud (on the right). Looks good, don't it? A pat on the back for me! I'd have to reach over and pat myself though - and that can be uncomfortable. 

Quick story: about a year ago, a friend of mine had come up with this great idea to make an android app for our school community in which students who needed books could contact other students who had the books directly, and could buy the books from them. And we needed it - the bookstore was committing daylight robbery everyday! The dude is a genius. So he had written all the codes and done everything necessary, and the app was running! Cool stuff, right? The next step was advertising the app. 

What do you think?

Now, most engineers I know have this god-complex - they think they can do everything, and the world cannot run without them. #NotJudging - I have no problem with it. My friend happened to be among the class of engineers described above (I did say he was a genius, didn't I?), and naturally, he designed this flyer to advertise his app on facebook as well as all over campus:

Well, it wasn't a bad attempt. Let's not fool ourselves though - you wouldn't read this even if you were bored! Now, the deadline for the ads was 6pm. Time now is 4:58pm. 

Phone Rings...loudly

Me: [groggily] Hellurr...

Friend: Hey man. I'd like your opinion on something.

[Oh He got my attention good...Who doesn't want to feel like they're an expert on something?]

Me: Cool. 

Friend: Sending it to your skype now.

10 minutes later...

Me: Wait, what is this for again?

Friend explains again in a hurry.

Me: Dude, I can't even see the text - are you kidding me? Who designed this?

Friend: Me. I just pulled together on MS publisher - we needed something really fast.

Me: Wow. My opinion? The text is non-visible. background is not catchy. The picture is OK, but the whole thing is...I don't know mehn.

Friend: Give it to me straight.

Me: Its NOT good. Emphasis on the 'NOT'

Friend:  What can you do?

Me: Nothing! Its due @ 6, and its 5:28 now. I'd have to change the whole concept, start from scratch. Can't do anything.

Friend: Come on - you gotta help me out man! I need this!

Me: I can do something, but its gonna be late...

Friend: Anything you do is fine - just make it look pretty - PLEASE!

Me:     Ok... Gimme 20-25 minutes.

So, I'm there, looking at this picture above, wondering what to do, and as I open the file (it was a .pub file), the idea just dropped in my spirit #GBAM! Ain't the HolySpirit beautiful?

Personally, I wanted to take out the whole Middle row of text.
In my Opinion, Less is more when designing.

He wasn't grateful...NOT! He was super grateful! I was glad to be of help. And it was on time - he beat the deadline!

Well, what do you think? I managed to retain as many of the original elements as I could, while revamping the theme. Could it have been better? I think so. Under 25 minutes? Well...what do you think? What could I have done to make it better? Your opinion is highly valued!

Till next time, have a kolor-full life!

Yours truly.

P.S:     @KingObi, I'm talking about you! 

P.P.S: Also, I told the story as I remembered it. In reality, he may not have begged as much....lol.

Learn a lot, earn a lot...or not!

Hey There! How've you been?

So, This blog was meant to be a portfolio, right? There's a story behind each of my designs, and I want you to share that with me. I'll be showcasing the graphics and the process for getting to the finished product - plus you'll get to see how I've grown as a graphic artist!

Study Bucks [...first flyer I ever did]

Learn a lot; earn a lot...or not!

Back in 2009, during my stint as a Resident Assistant, I was required to organize 2 programs every month for my residents/students. Sounds easy, right? Add to that the pressure of dealing with several students daily, keeping your grades up and sourcing for funding for your program. Changes the whole game, doesn't it? 

Anyway, I got the inspiration for the program from a picture on the wall of one of the Halls, and decided to work at it. Worked on this flyer from 11pm to 5am on a Tuesday. I was trying to get everything right (of course forgetting I had class in 4 hours). I thought, "If the flyer looks good, a lot of people are gonna participate." Right? Well, guess what happened?

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My Program was canceled for being too 'expensive'! What can I say, people? I think big; I roll deep...

Pilot !

Hey There!

You're prolly wondering who I am? Well, this is my official foray into the world of blogging (aka blogsville), so let me introduce myself. The name's Bond. James Bond.

LOL - kiddin! The name's Chijioke Nweke. Pronounced [chee-jee-oh-kay] [n-way-kay]. If you find that a mouthful, no problem - I go by C.J. as well, or on this beautiful blogosphere, @ceejaynweke. I'm a student presently @ Morgan State University, studying Biology; thinking of minoring in Graphic Design. Always known I got a thing for art, but I think I found out late that I have a thing for graphics. I thank The Holy Spirit for that - because I never knew I had it in me! He helped me bring it out. Before I go into that, a little about me (as much as I can remember now).

I love colors. I love blending them and mixing them, and making them into something beautiful. I pay attention to details - a lot! I'm the guy who'll see you and , out of your whole outfit, compliment you on your socks or tie or your hair - even with a hat on. I love fashion - not a lot to go crazy over it, but I love it! I like to dress nice. Feels good to dress like a king everyday. I'm especially into ties. I'm gonna have a tie store someday. I love using those colors and making them into something attractive. I love designing stuff, and pushing myself to do more. I love doing stuff, basically. Let's find out more stuff that I love...Cool?

Music. OMG! So, I have this cool grand plan of running a record label - I love beats! I haven't started making them yet, but there are so many ideas swirling around in this cranium of mine, and you'll get to hear some of them one day. I love music a lot. Presently, I have over 20 gigabytes of music - all gospel, beautiful stuff. Hit me up if U want me to DJ ur party and U in the Baltimore area...lol. And You must know that I have favorite musicians. Well, they change from time to time, but for the last 2 years, my favorite musician has been @FrankEdwards. The Dude is Simply Awesome! He makes music that makes you want to dance, or lift your hands in worship, or just sing along and move your body to the rhythm. And his tunes are different, and unique. Man! Simply Amazing. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore all members of the LoveWorld Music Ministry. T-Sharp, Chris Shalom (one of my faves right now), Ada Dasings (another one of my faves), Joe Praize (his 'The Presence' Video was HOT! ), Evangelist Kathy (amazing and beautiful woman of God), Ralph the saxophonist (powerful minister, I tell you), Isaiah Samson, ObiShine, and my own Aunty @Sinach! Sinach is such an anointed Singer, and a powerful minister of God - she has sung lame people out of their wheelchairs! Lest I forget, Me Pastor est aussi chanteur bien! Who can forget the 'Moments of Worship with Pastor Chris' series? Yes! Also, TB1, PD, Osh (one of the best producers on the planet), J-Treash, Kasid, Samsong, and so many more. These are just musicians in Believers' LoveWorld that I know. However, I know and respect so many other musicians out there that are doing good music. In case you don;t know, I'm a fan of Gospel Rap/Hip-Hop. Big Time. And if you know me, you'll know of my love for peeps like Lecrae, Trip Lee, The Ambassador, Tedashii, J-Son, K-Drama, FLAME, D-Maub, PRo, Sho Baraka, Da' Truth, and the like. Bottom line: I love gospel music, gospel musicians, and I’m a gospel musician myself. Code name: Tha Evangelist. LOL! (Fo real tho).

Cuisines. I love cuisines. Different national dishes. I like trying out new foods – really interesting stuff. In fact, lemme tell you a mini-story. On the 4^th of July, 2010, I and my friends went downtown Baltimore to hang out for the Independence Day Celebration. We decided to have dinner at a Lebanese restaurant close by. Big ups to @BibiKay for the hook-up. [Make sure to follow her, by the way]. I tried reading the menu so I could place an order. I might as well have been reading Sanskrit or deciphering Hieroglyphs . We all had no idea what we were about to order. I could make out ‘lamb’ on one of the lines of the menu, so I pointed to that when the waiter came around. Guess what? I LOVED IT! Was so amazing! Still have no idea what it was to this day. My friend, @KingObi, was not so fortunate in his gamble – he could barely eat half of what he ordered. Too Bad. Next time I’m thinking of going out, I might try Lebanese one more time. I’m definitely gonna need help from the HolySpirit though!

People. I love people. Honestly. It pains my heart to see someone who doesn’t have as much as I do, and that compassion, that love, drives me to do things to help them. I love people – taking care of them, seeing to their wellbeing, making sure they are OK. Maybe that’s why I want to be a Medical Doctor. Who knows? @stburnish recently called me a cool name, #TheRealCareBear. I think I am a carebear. Thing is, I don’t want to get too overbearing that people don’t want to see me anymore. You know, that’s the reason why you don’t parent everyone. 

Jesus. Most of all, I love Jesus. And He Loves Me too. He loves me so much, he gave me his love to love him back with, and to love others too. Maybe that’s why I love people so much – I see them with the same value and worth that God sees them, and I cannot wait to share the good news of Jesus’ salvation with them. And this part of me is the most important part of all. 

Speaking of sharing the good news, I’m about to go for ROR ReachOut at a Train Station with my BLW Baltimore Family! #ExcitedMuch! Gonna make  a change in people’s lives. See you when I get back! 

Till then, keep living in an atmosphere of miracles. God Bless you. Have fun!!

Picture of me sampling one of my cuisines recently.
Have no idea what I ordered - again! LOL
Yes, those are 3-D glasses. What??

Frank Edwards doing his thing in his latest video, 'Oya'. Even the way the music changes rhythms tells you he is top notch. Enjoy!