I am the only person I know who has an equally inexplicable crush on Seshomaru, an Anime character and Trace Adkins, the country crooner. Looking at me, you'd never guess that I am both an avid cartoon lover and CMT viewer. Then again, there are a lot of things many would have a hard time believing about me. For instance, when my carefully planned epidural failed to numb me a few months ago, I was left in agonizing pain and terror, yet, I gave birth to a happy 7 pounder without tears or theatrics, however, I am still so afraid of the dark that the night light next to my bed is more of a security blanket for me than it is to monitor my baby. But if there is one thing my friends and neighbors would never conceive or even believe about me, it's the fact that like Showtime's Dexter, I too have a secret identity. Hidden deep within my suburban mother and part time college student cloak, is a dreamer.
I came to the US from Senegal, West Africa when I was fourteen and I will never forget the first time I saw New-York City. It looked like a bejeweled ring and as the plane hovered above, I was sure that it was a perfect fit. I was right! I didn't speak English but, my parents enrolled me in school. They wanted me to have the opportunities they wanted but could only dream of as children. As expected, I excelled. When graduation rolled around and college acceptances came, I was livid to find out that I couldn't join the ranks of my college bound friends: I was an Alien. Without a green card, social or driver's license, the prognosis was grim. It still is. But I won't let it stop me from reaching my American dream: the anchor's desk at CNN.
Shut the hell up? Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and you don't see the people of this blog saying the same thing to you even when your views are contradictory to ours. So rude.