conscience

There is one person whose permission I have to have in anything I do, whose judgment or condemnation matters greatly to me. If this person say “no, don’t do it.” I don’t argue, I simply refrain from doing it, and if I do something and the whole world think I am wrong, if he did not argue with me, I could not care less what the whole world think. Therefore it’s what he says that matter. He is my greatest critic, and before you start thinking this is God let me say that its not. For many times I disobey God, but he is the only one, who if I disobey, I will not be able to live with myself. He is my conscience. Our conscience is that thing in us that serves as a check, when we want to act wrongly. Those of us that actually have one that works fear our conscience. It is hard to do wrong if you live with something that will continue to chastise you even more than people will. Some peoples’ conscience is broken. For people like that it is easy to be evil. People like that are psychopaths and sociopaths. They feel no remorse.

Lupe Fiasco - Words I Never Said

lactose intolerance

I wander about the 1st west African to get lactose intolerance. See, most West-African aren't cattle herder. We live in the rain forests (a.k.a jungle), and cattle seems to prefer to eat grasses, which is more prevalent in the Savannah region north of our abode. Therefore we choose to be farmers and hunters. Suites our environment better. Good soil, lots of animals and plenty of rain. This is why our bowel to this day can not adapt fully to milk.
So, imagine this first West-African to get Lactose intolerance. He had travel to a cattle herding society and drank this stuff which seems to be delicious. Now he is stomach is cramping and he is passing gas like crazy.

BOSKOP

So I read an article in Discover magazine about the Boskop Hominids. They are Hominids that lived in southern Africa about 30,000 years ago. What was so special about this hominids was the size of their frontal lobe. It was much larger than ours, which would mean that they have higher IQ than we do. This begs the question; if these hominids were smarter than us, how come they are extinct and we still exist? Apparently, in the world of 30,000 years ago, smarter doesn't mean you survive.

Infaliable

Remember when you are young and still look-up to your parents and they are like gods. It seems like they could do no wrong. Then suddenly you get older and all-of-a sudden discovered that they are actually human, and they make mistakes like everybody else. I remember the first and only time I saw my Dad cry. I was twelve and his sister had just died. I could not comprehend it, that this guy could actually cry like I do when he would whoop me sometimes for bullying my brothers or for tarrying too long on an
errand, when I will branch-off to the soccer field to play with friends.

The ESPYs

I like the ESPYs because it combines two of my favorite things; Sports and Award shows.

The Ethiopians- Train to Skaville