Last night, I fell asleep on the couch while watching cartoons with my youngest son. I knew I was sleeping, yet I felt so much awake. I have no idea how long I stayed in that zombish state, but the next thing I saw, but with my eyes closed, was the tv in front of me... It had mysteriously taken some sort of human form and was saying if I didn't go to bed in fifteen counts, it would come and swallow me up. Yes, the tv said that...
Within a tick of a second, I had my son in one hand, and the phone in the other, flying up the stairs like a mad mother eagle high on crack.

***I'm a dead man walking!

***Ndamupeza Gaddafi. Iye ndi banja lake aku chiller in my crib:)