Here's what's bugging me right now. A lot of people say "yes" to something just to get rid of you, I've done it many times. "Do you want a solar power?" "Oh, yes we do" Six years later, your solar panel is lying idle with enough dust to write "don't clean, seeds planted" while I am using ESCOM power for my house. How do you "develop" me then? You are trying to help me, I'm trying to get you off my back. You know Solar power will make my life easier (read: less expensive) I don't get it. You are coming with your ideas about my life, I have my own ideas about my life, you need my input, you don't think so....Eh, does anyone know what I'm talking about. Perhaps I'm speaking in riddles, someone smart will know what I'm talking about heh heh heh.....
The story is told that Alpha Blondy (born Seydou Kone in 1953, Cote d'Ivoire) composed the song "sweet Fanta Diallo" to thank the mysterious nurse who had attended faithfully to his mental health needs as a psychiatric patient in an Ivorian hospital. Well after he was well again, he returned to the hospital to thank Fanta Diallo. No one knew of her or even remembered a nurse named Fanta Diallo as ever having worked there. He left and believing she might have been an angel set about composing the song to thank her anyway. I have had my own Fanta Diallos, many I can't remember; and for those whose composition is not etherial; in case you ever come across this blog, thank you one and all! Here are some my brain can recall: 1. I was a crawling baby when I had wandered on all fours outside of our yard. All my mother remembers from the incident is a very irate man bringing me home. He had found me teetering on a bridge unknowingly facing, as it were, death, a short d
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