Remembering That Tragic Day...Send in your Entries
September 11 is one day many of us will never forget. Because of the significance of the events of that day, some of us remember second for second what we were doing or thinking that day. At least those of us in the United States. I would like to solicit responses from you, my dear readers. Share with 'according to' what you were doing, who you were and how the events of September 11 affected or changed you. You can leave your post in the comments section or send an email to email@example.com. I will post your responses along with my September 11 blog entry on what I was doing, did and who I was on that day. It is a very interesting entry that you don't want to miss. However that magnificent post is only contingent upon your participation (yes oh na by force o). I have to get at least 5 related stories....otherwise :). Ok Ok, I am just kidding, but I would really like to read from you. Thanks for participating.
In other News
Arnold Admits Latinas and Black are Hot.
Unfortunately for him, he forgot he was in America, where many just don't like to hear 'other' truths. He had to apologise for 'complimenting' black and Latinas women with the word 'hot'. More perplexing is the flack he is getting over it. Supposedly the problem as I gather from other news reports is the word he used 'hot'. Ok!?! and what's wrong with that. Should he have used the more visual term such as sexy, feisty, pretty. I am not sure exactly what he was trying to say but from my little inference, I guess politicians cannot say other politician are 'hot' especially if they have 'Latino blood' or 'black blood'. Perhaps it was just a slow news day that there was nothing else to report.
Local news has been very depressing. Two children died after being hit by cars. One was a typical toddler, a 22 month old who just ran away when his mother turned her back. The other was a 12 year old who was riding his bicycle to school and got hit by a driver whose view was obstructed by glare form the son. I have to make calls to the hospital to check on their conditions and every time I am always praying, God please give me good news, let this child/person survive. I have not been very lucky with getting good news but the worst part is when you have to go from being human to being a journalist and have to either make that call to the parents to get a picture or a bio of their child. Gosh, I must say that's probably the most challenging part of being a journalist. Showing that you really commiserate with them for their loss at the same time having a job to do by getting their story. It's a juggling act and some people do it well and others are just cruel about it (see that Columbine Movie).
Anyways I have to drive 2 and half hours to Malibu to attend my co workers wedding. THE DRIVE OH THE DRIVE. I went to bed last night thinking I would just call and say I can't come. But I woke up and said a prayer and now I am all dressed up and ready to hop in my car. I hope the car does not act up on the road because it is due for maintenance, which I have been postponing because I just can't find time during the week. I may branch to LA but I am thinking I may decide to just drive back home. I am not up to being tempted to shop, plus crashing at a hotel, will make a deep $100 cut into my wallet. Not to mention gas and food so I might be coming back tonight but there's some Nigerian birthday party (owambe-ish) that sounds too tempting. I can just smell the Jollof Rice and Peppersoup. My long throat will probably come into play over my senses and I'll probably just bone up. But that $100 could buy me like 5 servings from Nkechi's kitchen, if only I could find my way there.