The Call

May 1999 - I was on a summer vacay with my cousins in the western part of the town. I was only 15 years old then and was an incoming junior high school learner. Nothing so exciting about that vacay but one thing is for sure; my cousins and I had a rave-up coz we spent that summer talkin' about our favorite band.

Moving on to 2009, no summer vacay for me coz I spent this year's summer working and working. Plus my cousins have their respective families to take care of. We don't have enough time to talk about that "band" anymore.

Why am I writing this crappy thing?

I am plain broken hearted coz someone yelled at me over the phone last May 22. I just couldn’t bear it that I almost broke into tears. He has every right to yell at me but I guess, he shouldn't do it. It's a clear form of being boorish and impudent.

I remained calm for the time being he was yelling at me. That's the best thing I have ever done in my life; to remain composed while turbulence is circling at me.

Whoever you are man,

I am so sorry for any interruption I have brought. Things ain't going to change quickly but this is all I know to help mend the mess.