In their shoes

how fucked up is it? that the one that dont want me, is the one i want?
lol
yeah, laugh with me cause this is a trip! i swear i'm nuts!
yeah, the bitch that seemed to open ma shit up, and fucked me up till the pain got worse than death its damn self, is the same man i want...
but i'd be lying to maself
if i was to say that i want him for me.

no,
truth is,
i want him, for my pride.
i want him, to prove to me that i can have him.

and how fucked up is that?
and here i was thinking i knew what i had in me.
that i knew that i can have him.
no i dont want him.
i wanted him, so i could leave him.
so he could feel...
no,
so he could "almost feel"
what it was like
to hurt.

yeah, i guess its true.
i want him, to hurt him.

But have i not been a predator?
to Mike, John, to Yves, Solomon, to Paul, Peter
to Ayo, Ben, to Tyrone, and the man with dreads...
to many nameless ones
have they never wished me pain?
have i never broken some hearts?

so why would i wish him pain?

i got what i was meant to have.
i got an experience.
a chance to be in their shoes.

One Impossible Kiss

This must be the most impossible kiss
the one that halts before its conceived,
hard to breathe a thing that doesnt live.

If it isnt there, however will i find it?

And there we roll, hoping to pass the night
Hoping to get a touch, maybe cop a feel
feel a tinge of some of that old familiar ting

Must what isnt felt, be forced?

But in those eyes, lies the greatest yearns
Looking in it begging to beheld
And dont we all deserve some love?

Though pity isnt same as it.

So lost, in its confusions.
If i cant have what i want,
do i learn to love what i have?

But woe betides the "have"
the day "want" arrives.
For what i want, will always be cherished.
thinking,
remembering...
i once wanted, till i lost the veil.
Though the pain refused to shed with it.
And apparently, neither did the bad habit.

But hey! a kiss is only a kiss is a kiss is a kiss!
why is it so hard, to give a damn kiss?!

There must be someone up there yonder...

Having a good laugh at this joke.
So i get an apple, with no teeth to bite with
the moment that apple rots, i toss it in the garbage,
alas! my teeth start to grow!

life is a big ol joke.

The Livest Act

forget the cinema
grab a mike
fuck the stage
blast the "HEY!"s
hop up a few times
to claim the fame
what you sell
arent your words.
neither is it wisdom.
now some magical knowledge that you've somehow managed to stumble on...
what you sell isnt intelligence
you lack that,
but its hard to tell.
i must admit
the livest act...
is you.

Speechless

I seldom get like this...
My voice fails me... my tongue literally locks itself to the base of my jaw and i just lose all function in my voice box.
I am literally speechless.
No word, no "Ah", no "Be" no "Ce" no "De"
This opinionated chixta is suddenly not just short but out of words.
I have regressed way past ma days of "mama" or "baba"...
I cant even babble... stutering is way beyond me now...
I am literally in shock. I watch like a newborn at how things have miraculously taken amoeba-like shapes to further perplex this me... lord have mercy! If my jaw dropped any lower, I'd be scraping it up from the fiery grounds of hell.
And i cant help but watch because what can a girl do? Like Miss Frank said: "whats done cannot be undone. we can only prevent it from happening again."
And i want to undo the thoughts that made him
and "made" because he was made.
As artificial as my Coach purse, As pretencious as can be
Made into a fit that he claimed to be


I dont know what to say and even if i did, which i suspect that i do, I dont want to say it.
It feels odd being dumb but i guess i'm that numb.
Okay so Truth, babygurl lets recite our redefined values:



I'll never allow myself to lose control
I'll never allow myself to fall like that
I'll never tell myself another lie
I'll never let go of myself
I'll never let the best of me, sleep.
And if i ever dream again,
I'll never forget that the only person who deserves to be in my dreams, is Truth Betold.

Drum Roll Please!...

And the Greatest Actor Award Goes tooo.....
HONORABLE CHISEL COCOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


On his way to what he wants to be,
I met him. And tripped all over that love.
lol
And claim he did, that he was he and i was looking to believe
so i did.
But he isnt it.

So i got up enough guts to ask
Mr. "I'll-deny-my-culture-for-being-western-is-so-much-more-sophistimacated"
why on earth he prides himself on being detached from his culture- as i sensed his pride when he said:
"I dont go to Camerounian parties. I just go in, say hi and leave"
"I dont listen to African music"
"I dont..."
I had heard enough of it. This fool in his distorted mind, thinks it is prestigious to deny his, while masking as thiers. What a fool!

So i got tired of hearing
Mr. "I-love-you-but-dont-have-time-for-you-so-i-dont-know-what-to-hurt-you"
tell me all the reasons why his day is so busy that he cant call nor return texts nor give a shit enough to assist me emotionally when he says he cares-
"I'll call you tomorrow to see how your sister is doing"


I heard from him 5days after, only for him to ask me if i can bring my girl "Kiss" over so she may meet his brother. I was outraged. I blew up in his face- his brother is married. Though seperated, HE IS MARRIED!
is this what he wanted for my friend?
Selfish ignorant motherfucker!
I got upset and yeah, i sure told him.
I went to the dinner nevertheless...
why?

I think the true reason is that i wanted to see him.
So when i got there with Kis,, we met his Chisel Cocoa, his brother, and a third friend of theirs. We talked and had a good time...
but something if not LOTS of things were missing. I came to realise that the time Chisel and I spent together was now mostly with others.
Dear reader, Please, NEVER say never (oops! did i just say never? lol)
For you do not know what you're capable of until the time comes.

I saw the grinch of dissatisfaction bear some delusions and although it was all a joke to me at first, i found myself nourishing those illusions till i almost believed them and even worse, till i implanted their seeds into another...

I got to thinking (and dont ask me what prompted the thought)... what if Chisel has a thing for Kiss?
I'll admit- they get along VERY WELL. they do! CHisel is an easy person to get along with as he is very talkative and charming...
Kiss isnt always open, but Chisel facilitated that openess so that it made it easier for her.
But there was nothing there...
Yet i made one up...
i brought it to Kiss's attention and she was flabbergasted about the whole idea...

I knew i must have really been going through some kind of mind-fuckery when i realised i've managed to convince her and evenmanaged to convince myself!!!

People, i tell you... you must be careful what thoughts you allow yourself to ponder about. The mind is a powerful thing!
anyway,...

At the dinner (quite frankly, i'm glad i went to that dinner at his place)
Somehow, his actions managed to devour the crush i had for him right out of my heart...
that night, i fell OUT of love with Chisel.
Him and his brother were so much alike, it was almost sickening.
I loved their unity, but hated the way they presented themselves. You'd almost have to be spiritual, to detect the indiscrepancies between their actions and their words; between their claims and reality.

But i must admit, I learnt from Chisel what i didnt learn from a lot of men.

"YOU MUST DEMAND MUCH FOR YOURSELF!"

so i did.


So in 7 minutes and 30 secnds last evening, I told Chisel on the phone:

" I need to ask you a favour. And this is probably the hardest thing i've ever had to ask for because i must admit, it isnt what i want BUT it is what i desperatley need!. Life is sometimes silly becus ewaht we want isnt what we necessaruly need and i waish I could need what i want but i know i dont. I'm certain."
and as usual, Chisel the almighty talker decided to interupt but i had to take the microphone from him
"Chisel, please let me speak. I dont need you to agree nor disagree with me" dammit that man loves hearing his own damn voice! "I need you to listen."
I continued.."Last night, i went to a party, and saw this man who has been trying to get with me. He saw me and proceeded to ask "Truth, I've been calling you but you havent been returning my calls, i called you several times!" and i tell you- Chisel, i told him i was sorry but i couldnt tell him anything more than that. I have told this same man that i couldnt be with him yet he keeps calling and let me tell you- if i kept receiving his calls, h'll keep thinking he had a chance. I was doing him a favour not necessarilly for him but also for my conscience. I wouldnt feel good, knowing that i was fostering his feelings for me. I love that I did that regardless of how much he might not understand that i wasnt answering his calls. When he asked me to dance, i said no, for thesame reason! And i respect myself for being able to do that because i knew it would make me look bad and mean and stuck up but Chisel, I wouldnt feel good knowing that i was toying with his feelings"
He interrupted again "Thats really good Trtuh! i mean thats really respectful of you because..."
"I dont need your praises, please!" i intersected. if only he'd just listen!
"Sorry"
I continued..." And I really want to develop thesame respect for you. Its hard for me to respect someone that calls me consistently intermittently knowing that i havefeelings for them and i cant have what i want with them."
Silence. I still remember the silence...
"For the 5days that you didnt call, i felt so much at peace. I had no thoughts of you. I had almost healed, but then you called and there i was again, back at square one... So Chisel, I'm asking you to help me retain my dignity, by doing for me, what i'd do for another. Please, help me by not calling me anymore."
"I definitely understand"
"Thank you"
"you're welcome"
"Bye"
"Bye"

*click*

Chisel, lets write a book

Come here...
closer.
i want to speak to you
and i want you, to listen... to me.
to my heat, my curves, me...
listen to my body
I want to speak to you
adore your shaft
I!
I want to love you
Love those hands, praise those fingers that feels me whole
I want to bless you
with me,
Let me... welcome you
So come here
I want to hold you
So much, deep in the tightest part of my being
right deep down, to the side, where my pleasure resides...
i want to shiver with you
vibrate through you
warm up your soul
with this volcano
and bring you through
i want to come with you
So co...co...come... here
I want to create the sweetest love with you...

Runaway from.... home!

Young fresh and newwww!


I'm going away for the weekend. I need a whole weekend off from my thoughts of Chisel. I'll be ecstatic to get over him. And for the ppl that are wondering what the story of the "new found love" is; i'd tell you about it but the story aint sweet. SO i better save it for when i'm over it. Not really feeling like sobbing right now.
I'm meeting a new guy down there. He seems cool but i must admit, he'd be rebound, if anything,,, but who cares, life is about rebounds, isnt it lol

So Quebec city, HERE I COMEEEE!!!!

Note to self

Never make someone a priority if they are only willing to make you an option

Chisel Challenge

day one.
Today, i'm remembering that there is someone perfect out there for me, and if Chisel was it, he'd treat me better.
Today, i'll constantly remind myself that he isnt for me.

My poor eyes

I'm exhausted. My lower eyelids look so edemetous, they look like they're infected. I cried all night and remembered my dreams. Thats odd, i never remember my dreams. I dremt about Chisel- something about him texting me, asking me to forgive him, that hes been with 33 women and none of them had stayed because of his lifestyle. Dreams are funny, so silly...
I also dreamt about Ambition and Fierce (my eldest sister). In my dream, Ambition and I lived together and Fierce came over for a visit. The visit seemed casual but i knew it wasnt. Ambition had been messing her life up again and Fierce had come to talk to her. So much is going on with Ambition, i dont even know where to start.

Somebody, please shoot me!

If ever,
my brain gets infected
i get some sort of dementia
i smoke and fall deep in to lala land
i get drunk and refuse to see
Please shoot me so i'd hop right out of ma dreams.
This moment should never be forgotten
if i could bottle these feelings
they'd rot through the glass
and stain this world
regardless how evil it already is...
I should never forget how i feel
at this very moment; now.
i hope to never feel it ever again.
Who's got a gun?!
Whoever said love was sweet,
must have never experienced this.

Beautiful fingerprint on my window

thumb up,
on ink,
and smudge! right on my window.
And i couldnt help but count
you're number five.
but even better?
you're number one.

as you kissed me
i couldnt help but swirl right in
deep in
into you...
and you, in me...
You picked me up, tunrned me around
layed it in
and pushed on it...
again
again
a-gain...
sexing you is like a ritual.
the whole 3 hours,
i felt like i was your sacrifice,
and you were my god.

whew!

at 9:15, Chisel called. We talked, and we have a date tomorrow. He'll drive down here (wish i didnt live an hour and a half away from him) and we'll do something...

A prelude to a Prelude

Fisher had just given me his "it was nice knowing you" chat. I wasnt amused. Matter of fact, I was angry. but this post isnt about Fisher... its about an entity much more intriguing...

I got up, i wanted to go speak with Divi about the incidet with Fisher. I needed someone to tell me what if any, i had done wrong I was so angry i didnt see she was conversing with someone. I whispered in her ears
"Fisher is such an idiot."
she appeared puzzled but instead, turned to the per son she was conversing with, and said "Cocoa Chisel, this is my friend Truth Betold. Truth, meet Chisel"
"Nice to..." i looked up at him"...meet you"
andin between "to" and "meet", i fell in absolute admiration, for this man.
I had finally met him... he stepped right out of my memories, right our of my dreams, right our of those vivid mental pictures i've created of him, into this beaing that is standing right in fron of me.
I managed to apear unfluttered.
I whispered in Divi's ear "Oh my God, he is so beautiful."
she whispered back.., "oh yeah?"
"oh absolutely. I have a weakness for dark chocolate"
i returned mya ttention to him... "so, nice to meet you Chisel."
"Nice to meet you too, Truth"
I walked away... walking into a realm... i was walking, but really, i wasnt. I was in a trance...

I stopped in the hallway and smiled. Thats him! thats who i want to meet!

i wouldnt believe it.

I turned around and headed back into the party room to tell Kiss.

"I've met the most beautifulman ever!"

"yeah? where? did you get his number?"

"um... no. i didnt meet him like that. i met him... Divi introduced him to me."

"so you didnt get his number?"

I ignored her question. I couldnt calm down. "oh, hes so beautiful. hes got those perfectly shaped almost carved cheekbones, and such beautiful skin! hes so dark and so beautiful!"

"where is he?"

"i'll show you him if i see him again."

We turned around to see Chisel coming towards our table. he introduced himself to us... Chisel Cocoa.

\"Do you want to dance?" Kiss asked him

"yeah, sure."

we all headed to the dance floor. I was ecstatic till Divi came to ask me to come out into the hallway to take a pic of her.I was upset! Didnt sheknow i liked him?!!! Why was she doing this to me?! I followed her out into the hallway and managed to hide my anger as i took her pic. She handed me a business card

"Heres Chisel's card."

I smiled. I was so happy.

I went back into the partyroom to meet Kiss and we went back into the hallway as the party was over and most people had left.

Chisel came out too... Him and Kiss were talkng about something...

He came towards me. We talked, took pictures... i said goodnight to Kiss, she was leaving with her date.

Then Chisel and I talked some more...

Hes a motivational speaker, specializing in neuro associative conditioning. Hes camerounian, and was just coming from another party. He'd just arrived at that party when i met him earlier.

"Wanna go to grab something to eat?"

"Sure. I dontknow anywahere around here but ..."

"We can drive around to find a place if you dont mind."

"sure. I'll drive behind you..."

As i got inot the car, he went to his and came back to mine.

"I'd like to give you my business card"

"I already have one. Divi game me one." I replied

"Oh" he grinned.

We left for the restauant at about 4:30am

It was a short drive to Denny's. We had breakfast and i ...

We talked, talked and talked! He claims he had seen me in the party earlier on the dance floor, but thought i was there with another man. I asked him and he also admited that Divi and Kiss clued him in; that i was single. I didnt like that. I wish he'd came up to talk to me because he wanted to, not because he was clued in... anyway...

He is a persimist. To him, the glass is always half full, if not oveflowing. To him, its normal to greet people as they walk by, to smile out of the blue, to be exceptionally nice... hes like a glass of cool drink in a dessert; he is odd but refreshing and i like that about him. He is 30years old, never been married, no kids. He stands about 5''7. He asked me what type of man i want and i couldnt help but describe what he was. Like i said, hes the identical brother of the man in my dreams. His cheekbones are perfectly shaped, slanding down to his sucked-in cheeks to end at his jaws. His eyes! OH! his eyes... almond shaped, small curly lashes... when this man smiles all you see is teeth... nice white teeth. Hes got small little scars at the left side of his face. Perfect flaws to compliment a perfect face. His skin tone. If i started to blog abo0ut his skin tone, iwont ever finish. No wonder i named him Chisel Cocoa.

After this conversation,

"I'd like to invite you over to my condo but i have 3 friends over from Edmonton. wanna go somewhere and talk some more?"

"Sure." i loked at the time; 7:15am "but where would be open so early on a saturday?"

"We can drive around and find a place."

we drove around, andarrived at a hotel. I didnt mind.

In the hotel, we talked, and talked, and talked. I got into the bed; the room was chilly. He got in with me and we started kissing...

OMG he kisses like a lion. Fierce, yet erotic. and then, he took his suit off and i almost died.

Hidden under the suit were the most structured arms i have ever seen live. And peeping at me from under his wife beater were the most masculine cleavage ever. I couldnt believe he possed such a godly body. I never imagined it. This man was a god. Chisel was a carved god.

And as much as i loved his body, his face and skin ; his mind intrigues me more. We kissed...he'd cup my breasts at intervalls and i'd resist. This was happening so fast. We madeout till about 8:30am when he had to leave. He siad he'd return, he had to go do his banking... supposedly, he had money that would be withdrawn from his acocunt that morning and he had to make sure he had enough in his account. Supposedly, hed made out multiple cheques to be withdrawn and the banking charges will be enormous if he didnt have enough funds to cover them. He asked if i could wait for him and I said it was okay. I fell to slee as he left.

I woke up at 10:20am to feel his body next to mine, asleep. I woke him up as i moved in the bed and i coudnt believe it; we started kissing again. Didnt even brush our teeth. He had this thing about him! this sexual energy! He'd pick me up, and hold me so tight, so so tight. He'd kiss me as he held me up in his arms, i'd wrap my legs around him... he'd place me in bed and occpy my oral cavity with his tongue and swallow my moans as he dug his finger deeper inside of me...

"Do you have a condom?"

"no."

But we flirted witht he idea... I grabbed his dick and placed it at my lips... he almost went it... thrusted almst depe enough to open me up... but we stopped.

We talked about everything from our families, to homosexuality, to perception theories, to past relationships, to marriage, to kids, to likes, dislikes, and more!

On saturdays, he has a contract with a fe high end clubs (dont know what kind of contract.), he also does personal training and counselling. we talked...

Then we wentout for lunch at 4pm... we had mexican,...

he asked me when we could meet again, and i said since hes busier than i am, to call me when hes free...

then we parted.

I told him to tell his friends that i'm sorry to keep him for so long to which he replied... "Tehy'll want to meet you soon."

i blushed.

I went to Nat's place afterwards. I texted him from there: " :) thats you "

He replied "thats me"

and replied "yeah, you look like that when you smile."

late last night, on my way the club, i receieved a text from him : "Want to aknowledge the fact dat you are de most romantic and enliven woman I have ever met. Thanks 4 de wondrful moments"

I replied "Chicel, it was my pleasure. You made it much easier for me to display those qualities. Thank you."

he replied "Enjoy"

That was yesterday.

This is today.

Afterthe club, i called him, his phone rang then went to the answeirng machine

"Hey Chisel! how are you? just wanted to see how you are, and see what you're doing tomorrow as in sunday... anyway, call me back, its Truth."

its 4:40pm now. I still havent heard from him. And i'm here, dying... i cant take this! I deleted his nuumber from my phone so i wont be tempted to call... God help me.

The thing is; i've never felt anything remotely similar in strength to what i feel for this man, for any other man before. But at thesame time, it doesnt matter what i feel if he isnt feeling thesame way.

I wanted to call him again but then, i shouldnt even have to call him at all, before he calls me... he should want to call me, shouldnt he?

i dont want to be clingy, so i wont call...

if he feels anything for me, he'll call me. And if he doesnt, then i dont want to bother him with my calls.

I guess you can kinda say i know how Mr. Fisher must feel.

Dear Mr. Fisher...

Dear Mr Fisher,
As much as i'd like to wring your neck, i'll refrain myself from the urge. Tell me please, what would you like of me? Forget i asked that question. Better yet, how should i have handled it?
We had been talking for quite a while, but like i knew we wouldnt end up anywhere. The truth is, i am me, and you are you. I hate to be rude but where do you see a similarity? What do we have in common other than the fact that we both breathe through our nostrils? Other thanthe common anatomy that implies that we're both human, and the other silly similarity that we were raised in thesame continent, tell me, what else?
We are different! If humans could be delegated into different species, i'd be a fox. And you Fisher, would be something different; somewhat of an oppourtunity for a meal, for me... a Racoon, maybe?
What would you like of me?
I have been truthful. Truthfully explaned to you that i cannot be with you.
"I cant. I'm not ready for a relationship right now, I have too much on my plate."
But really, that was only my de-fouled version of;
"You are a nice man. I might not ever meet one as nice as you are... but I cant be with you. You're way too soft. You needed a backbone like yesterday! Besides(while we're being honest,) I'm too good for you. You walk like your kwashiorkor-like stomach has altered your point of gravity, your walk has been modified to accomodate your liquor-laddened gut just so you wont tip over, fall and break your oversized flattened front-pear-shaped head. You can multitask; able to speak and spit simultaneously but Fisher, i dont need a shower. And even if i did, i definitely dont need a saliva shower, thats for sure. Your vocabulary is astonishing. I understand that English is not your first language but are you willing to understand that i need to be able to communicate with whoever it is i'm with? I'm sorry; I cant keep breaking apart every single word i speak just so you'd ask me what the little fragments of their translation mean! That shit is frustrating like fu&k! AND, you dress like a bushman! Moreover, why are you so insecured? There is nothing more repulsing than a man who needs assistance to get up enough courage to ask a girl who he wants, for a dance."
But its hard for me to be real because reality hurts, and i really didnt want to hurt you. So i packaged my words delicately, wrapped some honey around it, then dipped it in caution, and served you it. But did you buy it? No. The last question you asked me after the conversation we had was
"But cant we just try?"
Its like oyu hadnt heard a word i'd said.
Try what? One moth down the road of trying, you'd be singing some jaded-romance song.
I'll help you, i'll stay away. I keep dropping you clues:
#1 On friday, you called to ask me to come to a party and i said i didnt want to go. I lied. Truth was, as you were asking me, i was picking out my outfit, and getting dressed for the party. I didnt want to go to the party with you. Going with you would mean you'd glue yourself to me all night. You'd attempt to marka territory that was never yours. You got to the party and saw Kiss and asked her if i was coming (which was sort silly of you since i'd told you iw asnt coming!!!) and was told that i was on my way..
#2 You came to meet me at my table at the party where i was seated with a Kiss, her date and two other guys. Yet you (dressed in a nice suit, with a fisher-man hat to ruin it) came towards me, sat at our table, as i rolled my eyes discretly, and turned my back towards you. I didnt want to be associated with you. You were cramping my style. You stayed at our table as if you'd been invited, making it awkward for me... why must you be such a cock blocker?!!! Werent you at another table before???
#3 My friend asked you (because i had expressed my disgust about your hat) why you'd wear such hat with such an outft, and thankfully to her, took it off your head and place it on the table. I still dont understand why you'd wear such hat with a suit!
#4 Everytime you;d come towards me, i'd automatically have something to do. Something like um... i have a phone call to go make, I have to go look for some one,.... something, anything! I knew you wanted to ask for a dance, so i figured if i interrupted you before you got to ask, then i wouldnt have to say no! it worked.
#5 You were at our table (wrong table!) and so was another guy. The guy asked me why i wasnt dancing and i said i was had lost one of my earrings and i needed help finding it. I had looke dwverywhere but the dance floor. there was a slow song playing. He asked me to dance and suggested we'd look for the earring on the dancefloor as we danced. I agreed. It really wasnt about the dance nor the earring. I wanted to get away from you. I cant dance with you, you dance like a broken record, annoyingly stiff, repetitive, and annoying. Is there any other dance you know of other than the "hip thrust to and fro"?
I was sure you'd finnally gotten the point. But i didnt expect what came next.
As i sat down to rest my feet foor the night, you came to our table, and awkwardly (i could feel your negative energy) put your hat on, then your suit. You stood behind me for a what seemed like eternity before coming to me...
"That was an open rejection"
"pardon me?" I was not expecting that
"I said that was an open rejection. You knew i wanted to dance with you, but you went to... anyway, it was nice knowing you"
I wanted to slap you, right there and then. What have i done wrong? Must i dance with everyone who wants to dance with me?
You held out your hand for a shake. I guess this was suppose to be a "you've hurt me so you've lost me and goodbye" handshake.
I ignored you. You left.


I understand that sometimes, you cant have a nice departion. Departion? I was dreaming... The next day at another party, I was there with Kiss, a male friend. Supposedly you went to ask Kiss as i was away on the dance floor, what you've done wrong to me, and why am I rejecting you. You asked her what it is that i'm going through and told her that you wish I knew how much you can do for me.
Fisher, I dont need your help. Do you understand that? I dont!!!
I just need you to simply, be a man. Learn to cut your loses and trust me, you're not even losing. You've won. If i had agreed to be with you, I would not have treated you fairly. Truth is, i cant treat a man right unless i'm happy to be with him.
I hope God sends you your soulmate soon... it isnt me. I'm one of your many Mrs. Wrongs. Please underatnd that.

Goodbye