The generator gives back some love…
Dearest Valarie, You are very special to me. I wish I was made differently, so that my body oder and heart throb would not be so loud as I protect you while you sleep. I too love you and am so committed to keeping you as happy as my programed electronics can. Though not perfect they will always be there when you need me. As your “smelly generator” please know I am here for you when others fall asleep and fall out and out of love with you my queen. One thing I must say to you…as much as possible, what ever you do…make certain I get fed in a timly manner. Though my juice is not as organic as I would like, it will your key to my success. So if you can and will remember your love for me. Oh yes, when you can I have a lil cousin that can clean the air, in your room. If you have some extra change you might wanna invest in her…she has been known to bring great happiness to those who have been engaged with her. Please enjoy your day and giving me this opportunity to spead the love here in OUR Nigeria. Love you much …your gentil-man-rator : ).
Generator i think i love you!
So last night it rained. I could smell the rain long before it came. It was sweet like dew mixed with pineapple. Before, during and 10 minutes after the rain, is the only time when i don’t smell a hint of diesel from those stupid generators. Lol but you grow to appreciate it and wait eagerly for the rain to end and the gen to begin. After a brief hot period you welcome the sound and the smell like someone just showered you with gold. It’s a love hate thing. Mr. Generator I love to hate you when i’m trying to sleep……. and when the sun is banging through my windows….. i hate that i love you so much.
It’s ok …really
In America we have been taught and grew up thinking Africa was a primitive uncivilized continent with bloated belly babies who live in the bush deep within the malaria filled jungle. I think it was their way of keeping us from our true heritage and culture. So i am here to dispel the lie and insure Africans in the diaspora that no matter what you heard …..It’s OK …really! you can come home.