Ironically

He called me last night, a couple of hours after my last post. He was.....himself. Sweet. We actually talked for more than five minutes. Well. I was going to renounce what i had posted but i don't think my mind has changed just because he was nice to me. I think in all honesty i exaggerate how horrible he is because i am speaking out of hurt. He's not horrible. Just not mine. Hmmn. I'll get over it though. Life goes on and some encouraging words from someone who has been there herself go a long way despite everything. So thank you Malaika. I know i am growing and moving past this eventually.

We had the kick off for International week today. It was a parade of flags. I was carrying the Zimbabwean flag. I was very proud to do it though i think i am the only Zimbo who witnessed it. I was in the front, right behind the US. I wore traditional dress, whatever that means for a Zimbabwean. They had an African/Brazilian samba band that was awesome, rocked my socks off. Well, technically i wasn't wearing any socks but....whatever they were really good. And there is something really sexy about a man with a big drum. They were directly in front of me, wearing shirts of all colours and with skin of all colours too. It was beautiful. I fell in love with three of them. One white guy with shoulder length, curly blonde hair. Another tall black American with beautiful dark chocolate skin and a lighter African American with glasses who was dancing to the infectious rhythms he was producing from his huge drum. The whole experience was heady and wonderful.

The turnout wasn't spectacular. It was mostly photographers from the local papers who were following us around and friends of flag carriers who were taking pictures and cheering for their flags and friends. Nonetheless it was great and the band was very loud, so i am sure people in classes were compelled to peep out of their windows to see what the wonderfully rhythmic commotion was all about.

The different outfits from the different countries and the rainbow of flags and the pride of the carriers was enough to evoke national pride in everyone of every nationality. International weeks are always my absolute favourite time of the year. Unlike the Culture fest last year at South GA, i won't have a booth this year. I should have signed up but i was a bit intimidated. Everyone else with a booth built a set and everything and about twenty people from their countries helping out. So my booth would have paled in comparison. I dunno, maybe i should have signed up anyway. There is a fashion show too and they are still looking for models. I am thinking about it. Maybe not. I aready wore my best African outfit today and i don't want to repeat it.

In any event International week has kicked off. I start work officially on Saturday with my new job. I am glad to have the preoccupation and the extra cash, though very very little. I am also waiting to hear back about my scholarships in my department. I applied and everything, so fingers crossed yeah? Anyway, i do not have much to say so i'll sing off now.