A small poem i read thought i would share it with you.

when i born, i black.

when i grow up, i black.

when i go in sun, i black.

when i scared, i black.

when i cold, i black.

when i sick, i black.

when i die, i black.

& you white fella,

when you born , you pink.

when you grow up, you white.

when you go in sun, you red.

when you scared, you yellow.

when you cold, you blue.

when you sick, you green.

when you die, you gray.

And you calling me coloured?

With love from Africa.

Read an interesting Post, thought i would share it with you.

It's only an initial fear - seasoned bloggers often forget the 'weirdness' and fear of starting up a new blog. It takes a while to get used to the idea of people reading what you have to say and knowing more about you than you know about yourself. I still get weirded out by total strangers bowling up to me and telling me what I've been up to (my wife gets freaked out even more!).

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and

Remember what peace there may be in silence .

As far as possible, without surrender be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even to the dull and ignorant: they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter,

always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.