True Ease in Writing comes from Art, not Chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. - Alexander Pope

May 2011

BARCELONA vs REAL MADRID – The Final Showdown!

Posted on Tuesday, May 03, 2011 by sana

Post match analysis of last week’s first leg.

Read more »

MANCHESTER UNITED vs SCHALKE - 2nd Leg

Posted on Wednesday, May 04, 2011 by sana

Manchester United could not have asked for an easier semi finals than the first leg against Schalke. Although a first goal by Schalke changes the whole tie, I just can't be optimistic enough for them to overturn the deficit. Manchester United will have their focus on the coming weekend's ...

Crawling to Happiness

By Khadijah Aja Tambajang in Essays, coo, Demography, designer, Family, Marriage, Mating

Dedicated to sweet Lala. Happy 27th!

 

As young girls, we are socialized to play mother and wife from time immemorial.  The female’s supreme role of being everyone’s keeper has been ingrained in her psyche even before she utters her first words.

Read more »

Blueberry Cream Cheese Braid

By Jatou Gaye in Food, Egg, Bread, Cuisine, Food and drink, Kneading, Lady Arundel's Manchet, Latvian cuisine, Medieval cuisine, Sklandrausis, Social Issues, Sweet breads

Here's a link to the original recipe. I found this recipe online some weeks ago and couldn't wait to give it a try. This was some good bread. I followed the directions to a tee but made a few changes and I'm going to explain what I did. If you check the original recipe, you will notice it has a blueberry filling which involved heating the blueberries in a saucepan with sugar, lemon and cornstarch. I skipped that step because I thought it was gonna make my bread too sweet and a bit tart plus I also felt it was unnecessary. I used frozen blueberries ( you can use fresh) and I didn't add anything to it and it worked perfectly. I also used a little more flour than the recipe called for.

Read more »
THIS IS A AUTHOR TPL from module folder

Success Lyrics: The Wisdom of Yousou Ndour (part I)

By Momodou Sabally in Essays, Banjul, Dakar, Marley, Person Career, Yoff highway, Buddhist philosophy, Crime, Faith, Faith in Buddhism, iPhone, Ipod, king, Napoleon Hill, Religion, Religious philosophy, Sony Walkman Cassette Player \ Recorder

 

 

He who sings scares away his woes - Cervantes

Sondomeh tantango, kungo leh kaa dong (it is the head that dances to the drumbeat of the mind) – Mandinka proverb

I have for long wanted to write an essay about the inspiration that the lyrics of Yousou Ndour provide. Such an essay was not only for the succulent mbalah but more so for the wisdom of our ancestors that he so craftily brews into the notes of his sabarr and string instruments. When these vibes hit my mind, it does something to the ruler of my kingdom, my head. For indeed the above mandinka proverb is right. And what goes on in the head translates into your reality. I had had many outlines for such an essay but the details have for long eluded me until today.

Read more »

My Secret- Part 2

By Ndey Ngoneh Jeng in Our Readers, Gambia, Duma, judge, Punctuation, Technology, Typography

 

As my father uttered those words, I could feel within me, an upsurge of hope and confidence, lost as a result of my nightmare. I trusted him. I knew everything was going to be alright. My spirit was about to be set free. I knew I was counting my chickens before they were hatched, but I couldn’t care less. I couldn’t wait to see the chain reaction, no matter how disastrous it was going to be. I looked into my mother’s deep dark hazel eyes and she said to me, “Wipe your tears baby girl. Insha’Allah everything is going to work out just fine. You’ll see.”

My father got into his car and drove out of the compound at breakneck speed. For a moment, I was scared for him. Where is he going? What if something happens to him? I began to have second thoughts regarding the decision I had taken.

Read more »
May 16, 2011

New York Subway Chronicles

Posted by Omonse Esangbedo | Tags: Yours Chimerically, Fiction, Wal-Mart, The Subway, left end, Private, Subway | 0 Comments

 

**Reader's precaution: this tale has no begining or ending**

 

She sat on the opposite side of the train from me. I was sort of centered but she was more to the left end of the train, so that I had to look out of the corner of my eye to see her without looking like a creep. I have the worst habit of staring at people on the subway. I could sit in a park or go to Wal-Mart if I really was a stalker but I’m not. It’s just that subway people seem to have so much character, so much personality, yet none of them – not one – seem to be observing it. You have a moving, iron tank chocked full of people sitting, standing, leaning and swaying. Some of them have on Armani suits. They are late for their third meeting of the day. All four meetings of their day are in one of those luxury suites in Manhattan. They hold a little briefcase, black or brown, always genuine Italian leather.

Read more »

The Kiss

By Kuna Nyan in Our Readers, Abstract algebra, Semigroup theory
.

Read more »