Average Joe's Blog

Whoever – or whatever – the object of your love is; love it to optimal levels. For love is the greatest gift the guy up there bestowed upon us. It has never ceased to amaze us how we are willing to walk naked in the park so that the Gunners (or whatever team you feel you wanna put here), or the DeNgoz’ get that champions league trophy on their coffers. Or how we will gladly give up our own lives so that those of the dear wife with a kidney failure can be revived. All the hope we have – even when evidence on the ground proves a scenario contrarie. The spontaneous anger and anguish that engulfs us, the tears negotiating their way out of our unbelieving eyes when the apple of our eyes betrays us. Ever wondered why you tear your clothes in disgust or pull your hair when Linda (or Maggie, or Maidei, or Madea, or Megan) does that things that boils your heart to the point of burning it? It’s not anger damn it! You feel all that ‘cause you love ‘em. That child who absconds lessons, g

Have you ever wondered how – growing up as kids – we wished so much to be all grown up so we could go to school with our brothers and sisters? Boo; I myself couldn’t even so much as wait that my mother had to glean a grade one place for me when I was in my fourth year! Amazingly, we can’t find it in our hearts to be satisfied with the seven years of plenty in elementary education either – we wanna grow up even more, and physically expand in the process, as we long to explore our fantasies and the crushes of infancy. How we would love to pile up more years so we can go to high school and discover the mystery of dating, whose grandeur the elder sibling has succeeded in immortalising in our gullible mind and hiding from it in equal measure. “You’re still too young for girls,” he sneers. So we wish to grow up again, become taller, go to high school, possess that booming voice, those curvaceous coca cola undulations that are the opium of many a coked out mind, grow the pubis that