Ifehenia's blog

I lost Nigel... or rather; he was taken away from me. (Speaking of taking, Takers- The Movie makes stealing seem like such a worthy profession! Especially when the guy with a British accent says: “We’re Takers, gentlemen. That’s what we do for a living... We take.”) Unfortunately, Nigel’s Taker was not some sexy, black man with a British accent... that would have made it better somewhat. He was taken by a pale-faced, pregnant woman with shaved eyebrows that had been drawn back on. I can’t even remember her face... just the eyebrows. Nigel is was my phone. Take a moment to roll your eyes and tsk-tsk at the fact that I named my phone while ignoring the more appalling facts of life like the fact that some people name their children ‘Bruno’ and ‘Rufus’ yet it’s pretty clear that those are names sorely reserved for dogs. He (Nigel) was a Samsung Galaxy Mini and though according to his manufacturers, who claim the SIII is the phone designed for humans, he wasn’t fit for human use; I ...

She thought Suburbia was hell...she hadn't tried the peri-urban areas... I was walking home today evening, as always, when this huge, mad cow came charging towards me. I had no idea cows were that fast. It was this hulking, grey figure with intimidating horns and smoke blowing from its nostrils...okay, I think I got carried away for an instant there with the ‘taswira’...but that doesn't make the charging cow any less scary...or the slightly odd, old man who was running after the cow. My chances seemed bleak at that moment but my ever analytic, calculating mind grasped that I had one of three options: ·          I could climb up a tree. In most fables that I read as a child, the witty, clever creature (usually a hare), would know when NOT to stand in the face of danger and would conveniently find solace elsewhere. I’d like to think that in this particular fable I was the hare...however, there were no trees in sight. Besides...