I Hate Everything…!

Gets to bed late. Comes in to a complete IT outage, thanks to Verizon. What happened to that remarkable coverage?!

*rocks in dark corner with Wednesday Addams straight face*


When Riding Uber, My Car Isn’t Yours!

Driving for Uber has become one of the greatest ever side-jobs. My own hours and it’s fun to be able to drive around for a few hours on a weekend, meeting new people and making a little extra money while doing so. I feel, though, that some passengers don’t realize that the car they are in ISN’T part of the service and also fail to reciprocate basic common courtesy. Here are just a few pointers when getting into MY car.

  1. You expect me to be on time. You need to be doing the same.
    Philadelphia has many roads designed to handle foot traffic and the occasional horse and cart. My Buick just about fits down these roads when handled by the skill and finesse of Yours Truly, which should indicate that there is no passing option when I’m sitting outside your address for 5 minutes with the world and his wife trailing behind me. BE READY! You saw I was 5 minutes away. If you knew that you wouldn’t be ready in 5 minutes, wait for another car. It’s simple logic!
  2. Food is not an option in another man’s vehicle.
    In the tri-state heat and humidity, please, feel free to take some water on board. Enjoy the gentle breeze from the AC up front and exchange pleasant conversation or sit in the comfort and silence of your own space. DON’T, however, think you’re going to open up a burger and fries, stuff your face and leave my car smelling like a fast food restaurant. No sah! How would you like it if I came and sat in the back of YOUR car and began chowing down on some curry goat, rice and peas? And how are you going to like it when your car is charged to detail the inside of my car…? Actually… Hmmmmmm… (I jest!)
  3. Google Maps is a thing.
    You may have lived in a place all your life. That’s great. However, you are not a global search engine. The voice coming from the speakers has been designed and set in place so you can ride in total comfort and not have to give me directions. Especially when your directions land us in traffic! Do me a favour. Sit, smile and engage in pleasant conversation. We’ll leave the directional concerns to that global institution we know as Google!
  4. Touch my radio and you can get out of my car.
    Riding up front allows the ride to be more personable. I like that. But, you see, there are levels to relationships. As a first time rider, you become an acquaintance. To believe you can reach for my radio AND THEN try to take the audio connector from MY PHONE, because you want to listen to your music? Mad ting! When in MY car, I run tings. Tings nuh run me! And, if it is manners that you can’t find because you feel you are in receipt of a service, which must give you some status, I have no qualms pulling over and assisting you from MY car rather hastily! No five stars for you! LOL!
  5. They may not want to join you in the strip club.
    Gentlemen, Uber Pool is a great thing. Conversation to be had and friends to be made. However, just as alcohol is a thing, so is tactful approach to the opposite sex. Especially while intoxicated. Two men, sharing an Uber ‘date’ with two attractive females, may wish to reach for alternative date-night establishments when one’s original destination is the strip club. We may as well become cavemen and begin beating women in the head with clubs, to display interest, if the ability to adjust a plan, to attract a mate, is a bridge too far!

Uber driving. Bringing small rays of laughter into my laugh one weekend at a time…!

R.I.P. Hamim Lubega

This gentleman carried himself with an exemplary spirit of humility and he is going to be greatly missed.

Away from the track, he was the quiet one (within the parameters of the ‘quiet’ Mile End’s athletes produce!). He had a constantly calm and collected tone and it reflected on his performances on the track. He was smart beyond his years, with a respect for his elders and a love for his bredren.

I’m gonna miss the banter but, most of all, I’m going to miss the competition. It’s been a while since we raced and it is a shame our next race won’t take place in this life. Battles over the 200m and 400m will be sorely missed, as well as the gym work.

He is in a better place now but this world has definitely lost a shining light. Even close to the end, his concern was with the welfare of others. That’s just remarkable love, to be frank. But, then, that was him since I first met him.

R.I.P. Hamim Lubega 


I was told that I have a great spirit of humility
And, as much as I wish I could say that it’s based on ability,
It’s not. It’s an acceptance of past paths trodden.
An acceptance of past hearts trodden.
An understanding that moves played in low key,
In order to become Thor, actually had me playing Loki.

Driven by fear, I became resentment of myself.
“If I can’t love me, why should anybody else?”
Soulless, I was a werewolf, howling at the moon with empty pain,
From a broken rooftop, in winter night’s rain.
The pitter-patter around me, sounding off every chance missed
And numbering every unanswered wish.

Pain became closeted in by a defensive wall of rage
And nurtured as I flicked through my life’s chapters, page by page.
A loose canon at Trafalgar, sinking ships of the line,
Unable to prevent the ultimate sinking of the ship that was mine.
There is much relief that comes from knowing I’ve moved on
But it is a remembrance that keeps my humble keel strong.

The keel was tempered in the seeking of forgiveness
As I slowly became driven by Love, in order to give this
Journey to purpose my all, with fear a dwindling entity
As my position in life becomes where it is meant to be.
Love + Remembrance = Humility. Pride, I’ll always swerve,
As I stick to Love, remembering that to Love is to serve.

Share my Uber bonus?! Why not?!

So, it turns out that I get a bonus whenever someone uses a code, supplied by yours truly, to sign up as an Uber driver and completes their first 30 trips. I’ve seen this as an opportunity to share the wealth.

If you would like to become an Uber driver and use my code, I’ll be sharing ONE THIRD of the bonus with you! Yes, you read that correctly!

I only ask that you share the wealth, the same way, with someone else.

If you’re interested, shoot me a message!

God bless!

Thanks To My Readers!

I realized today that I have had over 500 readers in 20 countries. To my readers from countries near and far, I salute you and hope what you have read has touched you in some way.

I realized today that I have had over 500 readers in 20 countries. To my readers from countries near and far, I salute you and hope what you have read has touched you in some way.

United States, United Kingdom, India, Norway, Canada, Netherlands, Germany, Czech Republic, Nigeria, Australia, Russia, Brazil, South Korea, New Zealand, Vietnam, Romania, Kenya, Liechtenstein, Cyprus and Greece. Love to you all!