The Nigerian Immigrant

My family is one of those families that I'd call dysfunctional. Of course i don't mean dysfunctional in the true sense of the word, i mean dysfunctional stripped of all the negative connotations attached to it. My family is a family of different crazy people, my mother is one of them. Can you imagine speaking to someone over the phone and discussing something very important with them and the next thing they do is start singing and when you try to draw their attention back the obviously very important topic at hand, they ignore you and you know in your heart that that was the end of that conversation. Or I'm i to talk about my brother who is so self-absorbed, he forgets he isn't the only person in the world. And i haven't even started talking about myself! I am one of the most complex humans being there is and yet so simple and that's why i am in my mothers church, surrounded by people screaming on the top of their lungs, ready to bang their heads on the wall in ...

I've found that loving was like an antidote, it protects us from hating people. When we are able to love, we are able to see the good in other people, we are able to see the positive in any situation or circumstance we find ourselves. When we love, we are not concerned or depressed by the society we live in, we believe that there is hope for tomorrow, we believe that things will always be better as long as we have life. When in love we are able to see the world in rose coloured glasses, there is a future and somehow you know that in spite of all the uncertainty you may have about life, your love will see you through. Understanding this is understanding the reason people commit suicide or murder when the love of their life breaks their heart or hurts them, when they discover that the person they knew all along was a stranger, then they discover that the bright future full of security and promise was just an illusion. And even though they don't end up committing murder or suicide...