Drip drop...
The floor jumps up to lick it... damn that glutton!
Why can't it stay satisfied for just a single second. God! You up there? Listening? Testing, testing, 1, 2 ,3 ,4... umm... it's working alright. Okay, God? Umm... Why is the floor so hungry? Hello! Is this mic on?

This is when the fat priest/sheikh /rabbi/ holy person makes his cameo, "Son, you are lost. God isn't up there in the ceiling, he is in here." (The holy person points to his bulging gut... Is this for real? I asked God why the floor is so hungry and here he is lecturing me that God is inside his belly! Maybe he wants some more nourishment). Okaaaaay?... Here take this. I toss a coin into the air. God that was fast. One second he was here, the next he had the coin in his fleshy palm and saying his God speeds!

Oh well... People are inherently greedy. Greed is good anyway... like it or not. Greed is our driving force. Think of Africa. Visualize the globe, now look at Africa, zoom in to the eastern portion. There you'll find a vast space filled with natural wonders like the tallest peak of Africa - Mount Kilimanjaro, the deepest lake in Africa - Lake Victoria, the serengeti - THE wet dream of game hunters, and much more. It also has the rare gem Tanzanite. It was all harmonious at the start. One tribe fighting another for its land. War after war. Cattle raiding, women snatching, murder... the usual things that caused two different tribes to kill each other. They ate like civilized primitives... elders ate the best meat and youth ate the rest, women ate the least, worked like donkeys - they cooked, cleaned, farmed, etc. Men were the fighters and grazers and did some farm labour. By the way, the people weren't the half naked ones they publicise in movies. In this relatively peaceful time the Bantu people from Cameroon (in northern Africa) decided to come down and conquer as much land as they could. They were far more superior in terms fighting stratergies and weapons. The local tribes were conquered and forced to submit to the Bantu. They soon got assimilated into the Bantu culture. The Bantu didn't stop there in East Africa. They continued south, conquering everything up to the Cape of good Hope. They mingled with all the local conquered tribes and eventually assimilated all the cultures into their own. Soon there were distinct cultures all over Sub-Saharan Africa. Yet all of them retained the essence of the Bantu culture. Along the coast a whole different story was going on. Due to the spice and slave trades lots of Greeks, Romans and all the other old so-called civilized ancient people came to the coast to trade. Oops! Forgot tomention the Asian! Of these the Indians were the longest to trade. This is why you will find lots of Indians in Africa. We have a long history! (Well some did come as labourers brought by the colonialists but that was much later). The Arabs were also dominant in east African history. Sultans came and went (more like died!). It even reached the stage where the sultan had shifted his HQ to East Africa! These Arabs were just looking for a way to control the spice and slave trades more effectively. They got what were coming for! Until... the Portuguese, German and British came. God did they cramp up the sultan's style. First they cut out most of his domain, then they slowly reduced his authority until the sultan was under the colonialists (well the British did this coz they were the ones who got the coast). All this fusion of cultures has led the East of Africa to have a very diverse culture. Take my country as an example, the common foods are a blend of African and Indian culinary styles. You got the fried bananas with curry, the skewed meat marinated in Indian sauces and nowadays the expensive oriental restaurants where Chinese cuisine. Also, we have the 'Ngoma' kind of a national dance which is more of an indigenous African thing- it involves girls and guys wearing traditional garb (very little cover) stomping around while girating there hips in a way while wailing and whistling at the same time (Don't misunderstand me... I like my culture but I just don't get the point of this dance). In fact the Arab and Indian influences are the most pronounced in the region. So as you can see, East Africa has its fair share of cultural diversity... yet as you move further inland this influence diminishes until it is no longer there. In fact, it is in the rural areas that you will find true traditional people. The cities just corrupt and assimilate every thing. I live in a city. Look at me and you'll see no inherent culture of any sort in me. I am a mixture of different flavours... a curry of sorts. Yet diversity brings intolerance and partiality. Its been a huge problem all my life. So what is the main cause of this? Greed! Yep, "I want what s/he has," is a common phrase lingering in most people's minds. To think all this culture and the so-called civilization, was brought and nourished by human greed. It is true. Culture would not be as flamboyant and unique without it. We always want to impress and cause others to want something hence nurture greed. So in a way greed is truly good! To me East Africa is my home, I carry it everywhere I roam. Must be the same for you. I know my home is dirty, all it needs is a polish so that the dazzling beauty can be realized by the world. Yet it was this dazzling beauty that caused it to be dirty in the first place. I am in a sort of dilemma. But in the end, home is everything except material/tangible thing. It is the comfort and security felt, not the familiar surroundings.

So God... Why does the floor jump up to lick up those drops? Is it something to do with science? I wish I had paid more attention in class. It wasn't my fault you know. Had a bad case of the 'sleepies'. Damn those restless nights filled with terror! I loathe thee, I loathe thee with all my will! My life ruled by my imagination. Its a laughing matter. For one so real, existing in a tangible world filled with tangible things, mere dreams - thoughts conjured from the abyss of broken up images, define what we truly are. If we do not dream, we do not aspire. If we do not aspire, we rot inside and give up... my dreams... they are gone. A bird took them away. Using her delicate beak, she threaded through my sinew and eventually ripped a gaping hole through which all my dreams poured out.

The theory of relativity might help explain if the floor jump up to lick up those drops, or the drops fall to spread on the floor. Yet due to my 'sleepies' its hard to recall what exactly this theory is. All I can gather from my memory is that something at rest might relative to another body might in fact be moving/accelerating relative to another. So in the perspective of the drop, it isn't moving but the rest of the world is moving towards it. From the perspective of the floor it is the drop that is on a collision course with it. Yet in a perspective taken while hovering stationary in the air relative to the sun, the drops are moving away from me towards the floor and at the same time they are moving east together with the the floor. Consider them from space and you'll find the drop is....

I can't think any more. Her memories distract me! She came into my life one day. I was happy, content with everything I had. Then her sad face lit up my world. Only beside her could I truly see. She blinded me. I couldn't believe I had fallen into her trap. All I slaved for her. I placed my self nude - totally bare, in the palm of her hand to do as I please. Her laughter became my laughter, her sadness... mine. I became a part of her, yet she did not want to become a part of me. I tried really hard to leave her but she had made me a coward. I had grown too dependent on her. This weakness spelt the doom of our relationship. She began taking even more advantage of me. I lost everything. My dignity, wealth and even health. It was after a long miserable time that she finally agreed to leave. She had found a bigger host to leech on. When the divorce papers were signed, I was the happiest person in the world! It was then that I truly realized who was truly there for me. It wasn't any of my so-called friends. They turned their backs on me not even willing to see the torture going on in their vicinity. Strangely enough, an old acquaintance - a person I would never have talked to before became my solace. She boosted up my spirits and rehabilitated me till the very last breath. I still remember her last words, "Son, no matter how awful you had been to me all these years... I will be there for you always! You are not alone... remember that." It was the 16th of March 2000, that I laid her to rest. She had roses, a fancy epitaph and finally a sincere mourner (me!).

After her death, all began to go down hill. Drinking was starting to become a serious problem. Yet it was then that I saw her. She was beautiful. I remember vividly, it was in the park just a year after mum died. I had planted her long when mum had died. It was her best flower. Everyday for the next six months I had gone to the park to tend to her... but the drinking had left me neglectful. That day I passed by... sober after a long time (I was broke, living of welfare). The flower was dying. The sight shattered all the guilt inside of me. I won't let mother die again. She is my responsibility. The flower became my prupose. i soon managed to get a job as a gardener in the park. the park flourished under my supervision. The brids sang louder, the squirrels became more mischievous. it became my garden of eden. It was here that like Adam, I met my Eve - the beauty that hid behind those big rimmed specs and shabby clothes. She had just come from the neighbouring town looking for a better life. She was beautiful to me and that was all that mattered. We became one the moment we laid on sights on each other. I loved her with all my being. Yet all good must come to an end. She died recently. She had cancer. I know this is kind of like "A walk to remember" but thats just how it had been for me, maybe even more intense. I cannot be without her. I never learned. I am a coward.

Now God... I chose you to answer this because you are the most impartial being I know of and also the all knowing. Do you know how to make these drops of blood I shed from my slit hands rise to the heavens, escaping from the dirty floor I float on? I wish to be with my Eve, show me sign!

This is when a young girl came up to me and said, "Protect me!" I rose up instantantly, the pain vanished! I fought like I never did before. Those paedophiles didn't know what they were facing. After the fight, the last I remember is me lying there, the girl is in my arms... she says, "Thank you"... and then all is black.

Hope that was enough?
"Yep! I think this will make a good front cover story! Visualize the front page on every newspaper in the country: SUICIDAL GARDENER SAVES GIRL"