Battle of the sheets

Just when you think the baby has fallen asleep and you are gonna recieve praises from his mother when she returns to find her son in sleeping bliss, you hear a gut-wrenching (making up new words) scream from the bedroom and you have to realize it:

You have been defeated by a 5 month old boy.

picture perfect

A week between posts. Not good enough.

Just wanted to share a nice little intercultural experience. The other day I was outside with the kids at work, it had recently snowed (again...:/ ) and everything was covered in white again. The sun was shining, it was a very idyllic, Norwegian moment. It runs a small river by the kindergarten, which gets quite big when the snow starts melting in the spring. A small bridge crosses the river, but because of the kindergarten, a big fence has been built, and you cant get to the other side if you walk over the bridge cos the fence is right in front of it. Get the picture?

Well, anyway, this day a guy came walking and went down to the bridge. I said to my colleague: "He wont get far", thinking he thought he had found a smart short cut. He never returned, and I started wondering where he had gone to. I hope he hadnt decided to jump, the river gets quite big but not big enough for a grown man to drown very easily, and if he wanted to end his life there, he'd probably look quite pathetic. I walked closer to the fence, trying to find out what he was doing. And there he was, spreading his winter coat over the snowy planks on the old bridge, getting down on his knees, and he started praying. In that idyllic space, under some trees, on a cute white bridge, the sound of birds and water, and the sun shining on him, it seemed like a perfect place to pray. What a lovely picture on how multicultural even a small town in Norway has become.

After that we had to start discussing which is Mecca. Of course.

Black belt in saying the wrong thing at the wrong time

I have that. At least in my love life I have a tendency to say what I shouldn't have said.
And later pay the price. It works out but what a waste of valuable time where everyone can be friends...
I could beat myself up. I am qualified. I have a brown belt in karate.
But the black belt in saying things I shouldnt say is much stronger and efficient.

So. I am a dust. Nisamehe.

I'm snow, you're asphalt?

We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

His skin wasn't the same color as
mine but he was fine,
he was fine
If all men are made equal then he
was fine, he was fine
Up until the time we went out on a
date, I was fine, I was fine
Now I'm getting dirty looks I wonder
what they'd say if we were
blind,we were blind people
We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer
We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

Beauty is beauty, whether it's black or white
Yellow or green baby, you know what I mean
What if Picasso only used one color?
There shouldn't be a rule how to choose your lover

Lovers in love is such a wonderful thing
Maybe in time we'll get together and sing
I really hope so, there's nothing wrong with this picture
We got a long way to go, we gotta get there quicker

We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer
We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

What color is love?
We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer
We've got a long way to go
When snow hits the asphalt, cold looks and bad talk come
We've got a long way to go
It's beyond Martin Luther, upgrade computer

... the all men are created equal...
... children will one day live in a nation
where they will not be judged by...
... the color of their skin...
... but by the content of their character...
... this will be the day when all of God's children...
... will be able to sign with a new meaning....
... not only that.....

- Gwen Stefani -

An angel in the snow

All alone in a cemetary in the middle of Norway.

A view out of Ghana - Independence Day

The talented children in Community 2, No. 1, Municipal Day Care Centre, with their not so talented (in singing and other things) teachers wailing in the background. Sorry, Auntie Esther..But come ON! Its the national anthem!!! :)

Ghana is 52 years old today.

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