What do you think?

Do you feel at times it would be better if you were totally insane. Feel like a lobotomy may end your suffering/pain while at the same time, you have no idea what is causing it.

You just get tired of it all. This race without a finish line, without a break, nobody to help you through.

The small wins you had, fade away.
Like mist in the sunshine.
Ghosts. can’t hear what they say.
Your failures, the headlines.


Behold the POWER!!!!

Man to man is so unjust, children:
Ya don't know who to trust.
Your worst enemy could be your best friend,
And your best friend your worst enemy.
Some will eat and drink with you,
Then behind them su-su 'pon you.
Only your friend know your secrets,
So only he could reveal it.
And who the cap fit, let them wear it!
Today was one of those days that I wonder why I got up at all. By afternoon I was totally burning brain cells by the million. It all begun with a letter that arrived in the office concerning an ancient incident and no one was there to handle the issue. After spending almost an hour searching for the previous correspondences, of which were mysteriously missing, the next thing a technical issue arose that had to be sorted out (by yours truly – naturally). During all this hullabaloo, I suddenly got an insight that lead me to this conclusion.

Continue »

HELP!!! I’ve Been Taken Hostage!

Another rainy week here. So here I am reminiscing on my journey through life. All those 'wrong' turns I've taken, in my relations, my career and my lifestyle. And the glaring conclusion is that I let my condition take me hostage!

Continue »

Changes that are welcome….or so I hope.

I need some sleep

Time to put the old horse down

I’m in too deep

And the wheels keep spinning ’round

Everyone says I’m getting’ down too low

Everyone says you just gotta let it go

Eels – I need some sleep

So my meds seem to be working in a way, but with my ADHD I can’t be too sure. At least now when my angry moods pop up, I can walk away to depressurize.

But the major challenge is my job which requires me to stay connected from 8.00 am to 6.00 pm, handling calls and queries from at least 60 outlets at a rate of a least 10 to 30 calls per hour. the problem lies in the fact that with my condition some queries are of the kind you feel like asking the caller “Are you serious?” or “Duh!”

For us we are blessed with this condition, it is easy to see solutions so fast at times that our peers end up looking dumb (from our point of view). The challenge is avoiding projecting that to them in a way that demeans or puts them down.

Remember that advice we always hear ‘”When you are angry, count to 10 before speaking?” Guess what, I do count, but with so many channels working simultaneously it takes less than a second. While the other channels are still carrying over the heat of the argument. So I end up opening my mouth so soon and BAM!! We’re at it again!

So I’m trying out telling people on phone to give me a few minutes to get back to them so that I can get a few minutes to lower my pressure. Problem is, I may forget who I was on the phone with or find more calls awaiting me so its kind of back to square one.


P.S. So I found out one of my meds was sleeping pills, though I find myself up 4 or 5 hrs later. Need to have a talk with my doc about that.

P.P.S. on further reflection it may be the anxiety that was caused by having to travel while a decision was about to be announced that the outcome would cause friction and dissatisfaction to one part of the nation or the other.

Darn this wagon thing.

We are all creatures of habit. We can do most things without even thinking about them; our bodies take charge and do them for us. – Earl Nightingale

So it has been one of those couple of days, more like weeks, where all I had planned to do failed to materialize. Not because of unforeseen circumstances or interruptions, but cause I fell off the wagon.
Having lived without knowing what was affecting me, I had gotten so used to breaking promises that I made to myself (few as they were). I’m the kind of fellow who doesn’t bother with things like ‘New Year Resolutions’ because I know most of them used to be forgotten within the first week of January.
To compound on this is the fact that since childhood, I had no idea what a diary was for. Not that I had one, mind you, but the idea that I should note down what I planned to do later was an alien concept. This is a reality for most people I’ve known or met within our country.
Not to say that they do not manage. But if you’ve heard of the phrase “African Time” you’d understand, we Africans don’t set our timings with the military precision most western countries do. So if we are to meet at 2.00 p.m. as long as I make it before evening I’m on time. And with the enhanced abilities I have it means I may show up as late as a week after.
Anyway, getting back to what i was talking of. I was in the midst of coming to terms with the new life I have and what I have to do to “fit in” with the rest of society. After reading about how meditation, Yoga and a stable and healthy diet I came up with a simple (chuckle) schedule consisting of 3 items.
  1. Yoga in the morning once I’m up (still trying to master the Sun salutation)
  2. Reach the office 1 hr before reporting time to get a chance to add to my blog
  3. Meditation before sleeping (when the amount of interference is lowest)
Well. I’m proud to say that I managed it for a week before I fell off. I’m still trying to figure out what triggered my fall. Maybe is the change of medications (I was moved from Zosert to Stilnox and Encorate) or the simple fact that I got late travelling back last Monday. Whatever the reason I suddenly found myself getting up late, losing focus more and more, and failing to meet my basic schedule. Luckily, Easter is here with us so I’m hoping to dedicate Good Friday to a bit more soul-searching.
Have yourselves a programmed week. Cheers!

Who Am I?

 Don’t take “no” for an answer
There’s no telling where we’ve been
And all I know, is that if you can find me
You may never wanna find me again
‘Cause people don’t understand

People like me.

Alphas Theme Song

At times I guess my life can be defined like a person with multiple personalities but all active at the same time.

So our lives are a “Good news, Good news scenario” The good news being we get there eventually. And the other good news being to get there we take the most scenic route you’ll ever experience. The downside of all this is of course that most of the people we interact with are not gifted/blessed like us so they usually end up either
  • Annoyed or angry – since to them we seem to be ignoring them when they ask us something.
  • Confused – when our comments or answers are brief and/or cryptic
  • Hurt – since we often don’t bother sugar-coating our comments
I really feel the character Kat from Alphas series (Guess it is my best show – until I switch to another), she’s this lady who can remember everything she’s ever learnt either by reading or watching, but cannot remember any event from more than like a month ago. Things like where she was, who her friends were, what she did and all that.

The reason I bring this up is I always find myself in embarrassing situations where I forget peoples names, or at times where we met. Thus it’s like “Umm…. , remind me your name” or my favourite “I know we’ve met trouble is I can’t remember where.”

So next time we meet and I ask you again, please understand.

Guess he said it best.
“Your neurons must myelinate at an astounding rate.” Dr. Rosen – Alphas

P.S. here is another take on the subject

Newsflash – we DO feel things. Eventually.

And here we go!……

"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end:

 then stop." 

Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

Sounds simple, does it not? Well not for me.

Here's the why's (hope that's correct grammar) 

I'm a 38 year old (believe me I had to work it out – again). Most of my life story I can only relate from 2nd hand accounts and vague (hopefully true) memories. No joking, I finally had to save my kids birthdays and ages on my organizer to keep track, not because of the number mind you (there is only three of them). Don't ask me their classes (grades) as I'll have to guess.

Continue »