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The 28th Day- May & Korukundo's birthday

The 28th Day

Hello All!

Banange! it's been long...my apologies. I was marooned in an Internet backward African country- of the Gustave fame for four days and when I got back my monthly reminder of my womanhood showed up and I was consequently marooned in my naalya house cursing Eve (of the Garden of Eden/forbidden fruit story) pretty badly :-(...
Nonetheless, here I am!!...

May went by quite fast. Highlights:

I began putting together info for a biography I am writing and realized that it is true, that saying, that the apple does not fall far from the tree.
I started doing daily exercise- equal to and including walking 2km and it's quite rewarding.
My writing improved.
I discovered and liked the series Person of Interest :-)
I started amateur photo blogging with my beloved red camera  :-)
Laura went back to Ameri after a long holiday and I miss her sorely.
I watched Avengers- boy! that movie is something else! I must own a copy when it is available on DVD.
Mali's interim president Dioncounda Traore was beaten unconscious by protesters and it had me wondering when drama will be a thing of the past in this my mother continent.
I made a new friend (this is an achievement for me, as I had thought I had hang up my 'befriending boots')...her name is Belinda- charming girl :-)
An unexpected call for my help reminded me that what goes around comes back around and we really would all do well to try and treat the people we interact with as we would have them treat us because mehn! life happens...

Korukundo :-)

So, Liza makes 18, finally, today :-)... and I have decided to go all out and be mushy/ corny by copying and pasting here, a poem I read about sisters I read and liked. Happy Birthday Love! many happy returns...

The Importance Of A Sister

© Shiv Sharma
 
A sister is someone who loves you from the heart,
No matter how much you argue you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away,
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smile,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life,
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing, who fills your heart with love,
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn’t let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With a sister you cannot have a grudge,
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend,
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.



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  1. AnonymousMay 28, 2012 at 9:44 AM

    awwwwwww...... love the poem. happppppppy birthdaaaaaaay, Liza!!!!!!!! your big sisters LOVEEEEEEEEEE you! meanwhile i have HAHAD that Mali jazz.... why do i daydream about being for, of and by the people again??

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  2. ambroseMay 28, 2012 at 10:56 AM

    wow... May has been quite adventurous. welcome back from your trip.

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