Offlate, I have been rather contemplative about life, wondering why I am back-pedalling on some of the commitments I have made to myself. I thought by now, the writing of my novelmy late brother’s birthday of 6th September–looks seriously abortive. I have had to postpone because I know I cannot deliver fo rthat date. would have gone far. My deadline–

Either way, “failure” has been a sure sign of my lack of commitment.

The most recent was exemplified by yet-another Yahoo messenger experience. Suffice-to-say, if thoughts could be put on trial, I’d be in the dock for an emotional infraction!

Misunderstandings were sorted out, and an exhortation towards being friends are the order of the day. This, despite a deep desire to have gone further with the prurient thought…

It got me thinking a great dealn about the ever-thin fine line between remaining faithful and cheating. Irrespective of your religion, sinning by omission is always as bad as sinning by commission.

When I arrive at that state, I find myself in an X-files moment, where I find that I have become the thing I fear. Or, better still, a Nietzche moment, when he (rightly) said:

…if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you…

…I know for sure I’m heading a dangerous path.

I have rarely ever denied an attraction for the opposite sex. In these days when one appears not to be quite sure how straight one is, I’m glad to say I’m comprehensively straight, but sitting on the fence over fidelity is a path I’d rather not go on, despite the fact that many-a-time, my emotions have found me wanting.

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Whether one might believe this or not, this is the real mCCoy

This is me.

Three years to the day, after I started working professionally (as in fully-salaried!) in my home country of Ghana.

And still, veritably and truly eccentric.

I take comfort in Lao-Tzu’s admonition that:

He Who Knows Others is Clever; He Who Knows Himself is Enlightened