A Long Way Gone .

The best book I've read in three years .

Sadly, the first book I've read in three years .

It was about a boy who became a victim of the war in Sierra Leone .

He had spent years running from the war, and watched his family die in the process .

Ishmael, was later abducted and forced to defend his country in the war against the rebels .

He killed many men, women, and children, and through it all lost his innocence and sanity .

The thing that really stuck out to me, was this speech he gave .

He was talking about how he joined the war to avenge the death of his family, but that what if the families' of the people he has killed wanted to avenge their deaths, and how the whole war thing was the endless cycle of nothingness . .

I talked to my ex the other day, which I hoed,

and he told me he had made a girl he was talking to cry,

and that almost made me cry, cuz I feel like I'm to blame .

See I got hoed, so I sub-consciously hoed him, and now he hoed her .

Notice the cycle ? Who's to say she won't go on a hoeing spree of her own ?!

At the end of the book he told a story that they use to tell him when he was younger :

A hunter was going through a forest and saw a monkey. The monkey didnt move until the hunter was about to pull the trigger . The monkey held the apple he had been eating and said "If you shoot your mother will die, if you don't your father will die" and continued on eating his apple . At the end of the fable they'd ask the children what they would do . Everyone was afriad to answer . When Ishmael was seven years old, he had came up with an answer . He'd never tell his mom, but he had decided to kill the monkey, so no hunter would ever have to be faced with that type of dilemma .

Cute, huh ?

This doesnt mean stay with someone just so they wont hoe anyone else, cuz then youre hoeing yourself . But that we nedd to KILL THE MONKEYYYYY ! And end this disgusting epidemic of hoe action, and together we can go a long way .

-- Good night !

Rest peacefully, Enyinaya Nwankwo .

I didnt know him very well .
But Vicky did .
He helped her alot, and she's helped me alot .
So I guess I have him to thank .
Eno was fine .
Still is, as his body lays lifeless .
He was a perfect gentleman .
Even at the lock in, when him and Derek were choppin on our toes .
LMAO .
Good times .
Even showed me love at summer school, last year . .
Nice guy .
Cute man .
Hard worker .
Z-Ro banger .
Loving .
But God has called him . .
It seems his time on this planet has expired .

"If you are alive, there is hope for a better day and something good to happen. If there is nothing good left in the destiny of a person, he or she will die."
- - A Long Way Gone , pg . 54

Maybe what God had in store for him, was far greater and beneficial than what might have lied ahead if he continued living. Really, I believe he completed his purpose .

And I'm sure just hours previous to when they pulled the trigger over a mere four dollars, he didn't know we'd be reppin him . He didn't know he'd be the topic of discussion on facebook, and take the place of our myspace display names . And that that last deep breath he took before the bullet hit his firm, nicely built chest, that that'd be his last . And that just urks me more to tell my friends everyday how much I love em, and appreciate em . They say ya never know what ya got til its gone && people never get tha flowers while they can still smell em . At least Kanye does.

I hate how death can move mountains, and join people together . But heyy, maybe that's what the SWAT needs, cuz Eno was a true SWAT legend .

R.I.P. Enyinaya "Eno" Nwankwo, gone, yet missed, so never forgotten . <33

Charlie .

my mom woke me up at 8:3O a.m.
she said i had one hour before i had to go to the doctor's office .
i checked my phone and called kevin .
of course he picked up . weird boy, doesnt sleep .
we talked for a good 4O minutes .
discussing pointless shit -- spongebob and our awkward breakfast diets .
then it was time for me to leave to the eye doctor .
driving was usual too .
my mom and i fought over the radio,
til i reigned victorious, singing along to Mario_You Should Let Me Love You
we drove for a pretty good while .
passed by regular everyday things.
everything seemed normal .
til i seen this man .
a homeless man .
an INCREDIBLY homeless man .
he was very shabby .
had an over grown beard , rotting teeth, shredded clothes .
you could tell he desperately needed a shower and hair cut .
his skin was an ashy brown .
he looked hungry .
as he sat doubled over, he protected what looked like 2O trash bags tied together --
his life possessions .
he looked as if he was running mad .
like with each second of additional poverty , he grew more insane .
i felt for this man .
and i promise, my eyes began to water, but i couldn't cry .
i didn't know this man .
but i wanted to .
so i named him Charlie .
Charlie had a wife and a son .
and a temper problem .
after he had been layed off, his wife left him .
that's why he was homeless.
it wasn;t his fault .
i felt for this man .
Charlie didnt deserve this .
i wanted to stop my life for his,
it was the severest case of poverty i had ever witnessed .
regardless of if ive been to nigeria and saw worst cases, i was too young to understand .
but i did now.
we spend our lives dying to be fresh and so clean,
the rich get richer,
and Charlie gets poorer .
ive always had a soft spot for the homeless .
where would they sleep ?
how do they eat ?
do they hate God ?
who do they blame ?
questions .
i always told myself .
one day.
one day, i'd help the homeless .
one day i'd put a homeless person in my car.
give them a meal and a shower .
new clothes and a bible .
show em the way .
give them a second chance at a life, that seemed over .
its the absolute least i can do .
before that dream was just me fucking around .
now, after Charlie, i feel it hard .
it's not fair .
that i can sit here and type, when no one will read this long blubber,
and Charlie's out there sitting near the bus stop under a tree guarding trash.
it aint fair .
if life were fair, we'd never get what we wanted .
cuz everyone's dreams differ .
bad things happen to anyone,
good things happen to the chosen,
fair stuff rarely comes about .
and now im eating a whole box of pizza, to myself .
what about Charlie ?

R.I.P. to the King of POP

Michael Jackson
August 29,1958 - June 25, 2OO9


Words cannot express how bad I feel. Michael Jackson IS the King of POP. 75O million albums world wide, he raked in 1.4 billion dollars, the best videos in the world, the 5O degree lean, over 13 number one singles. BEAST. Who you know can bring the most talented celebrities in ONE video. In my opinion, they killed him. They, meaning his family, they meaning the media, they meaning everyone who accused him of unjust things, whether it be molesting young boys, or just being crazy. But at this point in time, its not right to point fingers, all we can do is pray together out of this ugly situation. I've always had love for this man: you can't touch his craft. He brought us the moonwalk, beautiful music, and entertainment over 9O% of his life.


Regardless of your different appearances over the years, or wahtever weirdo they've made you up to be, I know who you are. We're the ones who made you :




And WE'RE also the ones who made you:




We spent sooo much time disputing over your appearnce, and paying attention to the rumors, that noone really had time to admire your genius. I love you with all of my heart. The death of you means the death of music. Noone can top you. Wtf is a Chris Brown?!



People never get the flowers while they can still smell em. R.I.P. Michael Jackson.
You are the greatest and will be forever missed and appreciated. Pieces of Peace sends you love, and your family prayers.