#101 The Entry Point

Clogged! All along I did not know that this is what had happened to the little pipe that run down from my brain to my little fingers. Writer’s Block some call it but like the traditional lazy African, I had to find someone to blame for my slacking off.

How could they? This is the new type of “gonya”; one that ate your MBs only to return and give apology.

“Baffere!” My mind retorted. They had run away with my Intellectual property.

For decades (read months), I had skillfully crafted my lyrics with words from a granary seasoning them with vivid expressions of arrogance, defiance, appreciation, debate and clinical musings on various topics but alas, the vault of wisdom had been air-tight sealed; never to be opened again.

That morning was not like all the others. May be it was the long hair had not been brushed but as I switched on my computer to get some inspiration, I couldn’t help notice that every body was getting nominated for the Versatile Blogger Awards. Shaa! Even I could do it. All I had to do was to dig up my dusty manuscripts and then I would have the last laugh. But I guess the gods were not on my side.

Bubblews, you run away with my heart but I will make new musing with this new blog. I wait to laugh at the world’s edge this hour right before the tears kick in. You run off with my earnings but most importantly a basket of well collected words that I had. Shame! Even Seya thought all men should be equal and take a “kaveera” home.

I can not say I miss the bad grammar or the incomplete phrases mixed with the heavy Asian accent that I picked from reading the Filipino-English written articles but I was trying to make big as a freelancer in the capitalistic world that we live in. Like Schwarzenegger, I will be back!

Welcome to my new blog. Hope to share casual thoughts here. #blogging2016