‘I Dream Of A Generation…’ – Kenny Badmus

63992_10153555709975809_6192961654373154903_nThe following is a Facebook post updated by Kenny Badmus. It was so riveting, I simply had to share. Hopefully, there are people amongst us who share in this same dream. Check on it below.

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It’s 4.48 AM here in New York. I just came back home from a long night of clubbing and partying. Or let’s say club hopping. My body is sore from dancing, but I promised myself to write this indescribable experience I had on the train home. Ok, let me try and describe it. I will try.

Four lads got on the train from Times Square. They sat just beside me on the long bench near the door. They were loud but they used no cuss words or profanities. When they referred to each other, they used the word ‘nigger’ or ‘niggy’. They looked like they were in their early 20s. Matching sneakers and shirts. Baseball caps with inscriptions of major leagues and pop artistes. Their pants were below their waistlines. Across the seat from us was a beautiful young lady with a butterfly tattoo on her exposed thigh. She wore just enough dress to cover all the right places but her cleavage.

“Niggy! I ma lick this garl up from head to toe,” one of the lads in the baseball hats said, as he eyed me to get some form of approval. Continue reading

That Weird Moment

webster7This is a true story. Incredible, but true.

I’ve always been quiet and reserved, except around very close friends, then I’d be the silly one who would say witty things to make them laugh.

I moved into a neighbourhood in Surulere I didn’t quite like. So I kept to myself all the time. I’d say hello to people on my way out to work and back, but I never stopped to say more than two sentences to anyone. Kept me out of trouble.

One hot Sunday afternoon, a few months after I had moved there, I fell asleep after doing my routine push-ups and planks, and having a cool bath. I forgot to lock the steel protector gate and left my glass sliding door wide open for air to come in, but my curtains were closed, so people couldn’t look in. There was no light, I didn’t intend to sleep, but I enjoyed the cool touch of the afternoon breeze way too much to get up and secure my house. I’d taken a bath earlier, and so after lying on my bed awake for a few moments, I slept off, nude.

And then, I had a dream. Continue reading