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My trip to San Diego, California was awesome! I will blog more about that later, still trying to gather the pictures. Right now, I want to talk about something else: the rules behind finding something that isn't yours. Does it then become yours? Or do you return it to the original - not necessarily rightful - owner? I don't know the answer to this question. But I do know what I'm going to do with this piece of beauty I found. Continue to find out what exactly I am talking about. Read More
As you know, I once owned a Blackberry that showed me pepper. Then I heard about the Samsung Galaxy S III, and that was all I knew and wanted. My joy would not be full until I owned a Samsung Galaxy S III to call my own. I finally got the phone on a Monday, and by Thursday, I was googling the iPhone 5. Apparently, it now takes an iPhone 5 to fill my joy. Let me just say that the Samsung Galaxy S III is a GREAT phone by all accounts, but it just isn't for me. It's not it; it's me. I have issues, Read More
If you have no idea who Muyiwa is, you should read this short post about him first before reading this one. So, when I wrote about Muyiwa the first time, most of the people that commented were more interested in what happened after the Igbo boy tried to rub my back and I allegedly ran away. Err, it was not alleged o! I did run away. But let me give you the conclusion of the story. Remember I told you that Bianca and I sneaked out of school? Classes were over at 2pm, but we always had to stay Read More
I cannot believe I left my blog stale for so long. It was not my intention. I’m sorry. So, as you may know already, I was in Texas last weekend for Chisom’s wedding. It had been at least 12 years since we last saw each other. But when I saw him again on Thursday, however, it did not feel like it had been 12 years. It felt like I was catching up with an old friend whom I had not seen for the past week. Chisom and his gorgeous wife, Chinwe. I think I love her. Let me tell you Read More
I've had a broken tail light for a minute, and I've known about it for just as long. But I deliberately refused to fix it. Why should I fix it? I didn't kill it. In my quest to not get pulled over by cops, I adopted the first half of Romney's campaign strategy: deny. deny. deny. [The other half is avoid. avoid. avoid]. But on this fateful day, I just knew I could no longer hide. It was a Saturday morning, and a State Trooper was driving behind me. The only way I could stop him from noticing Read More
