One of the interesting things though, is trying to draw connections between events.

In one week I received three books to review/read over, plus an email from someone wanting advice on publishing kids books and another on ideas for a young adult novel.

How to interpret this convergence of events? That I should start a website as an agony aunt for authors? That I should write books? That I have interesting friends doing interesting things? If nothing else, it's fun to wonder.

"We've got the site and everything. It's just to get all the equipment, the bulldozers to level out all the rough patches, grow the grass and -- Bingo!, we're there."

I wonder who buys these cars with their money because they look so very old, my cousin and I anticipate the owners had rich grandparents who probably handed it down (assumption though). I later realized there were a number of these cars registered within the past two years, which puts me in a more serious state of dilemma than my girlfriend will could ever do. These buses are so old; I couldn’t Google their “make”. They are mostly tilted to one side as a result of central balance displacement, the seats are so very hard, makes you think it was made of 100% metal and worse of all, you could see the asphalt road from onboard the bus anytime your eyes hit its floor. I bet you don’t want to drop your cell phone or wallet whiles on board an OSU, TESHIE or even a JAMES TOWN bound “TROTRO” in Accra. Reason being that; you don’t only drop it on the bus and pick it up but you lose it forever since it was dropping completely out of the bus through these very visible and evidentially big holes on board the buses onto the Asphalt.

Back to talking about the blue skies, I strongly believe the amount of smokes emitted from one of this busses do a whole lot of damage to our Firmament, Sky and Ozone Layer. No wonder the weather in Accra keeps getting hotter than by the day. My concern is that, not only does this affect the Ozone, Firmament and Sky but also does affect the very people living, walking and doing business along these very streets. Well, I think we have become so comfortable with this situation that we can hardly see the health implications of these. My heart bleeds more for the security personnel who moderate traffic at various points. I can just imagine how much of these fumes they have to inhale into their system on daily basis. I don’t blame the bus owners, neither do I blame the drivers but the government and her machinery I do. If only the government’s outfits in charge of regulating and coordinating effective transport were functioning, these would not have been happening anyways.

If the DVLA would effectively conduct the various testing on vehicles before licensing and renewing their road worthiness and if the MINISTRY of ROADS and TRANSPORT could place a ban on some of these cars, we would at least have a clean and modern transport sector. Not only that, but our environment would be more green efficient and protective against the global warming that is catching up with us so very fast.

My best so far is watching him dream. He gets through many emotions that can easily be read of his little face. Ranging from smiling, smirking, frowning to full-on angry in the space of seconds.

It's all well to read about infants and foetuses dreaming but it's a whole different feeling watching your own little boy do it.

Of course the ability to dream also comes with the ability to have nightmares. He's woken up in a startle [without any loud noises setting him off] and started crying a few times while sleeping on my chest.

You really gotta wonder though, what sort of nightmare could a 3-week old have? I suspect it's to do with breast milk running out but my boss has a theory he's reliving his circumcision.

Anyone else got any other suggestions? Now would be a good time for me to work on my baby-talk interpretor prototype I have lying around.