.....If the title didn't paint the picture for those who haven't bought their tickets for this train of thought let me reiterate with a further elaboration of the header text :)
(don't mind me pretending to comprehend the English lingo or its application and rules thereof - humor me *Plus i know the title isn't catchy or clever, my argument to that is....blah!)
Alright..... so the idea is, the wizard of oz going star trek! You know; no magic, voodoo or any of that tomfoolery. Just good "old fashioned" modern medical science. Now lets drive that notion home, and bring it closer to home; am simply addressing the fusion of our (well at least my) historical, cultural/traditional ways and how we are forced to convert all that we were raised around into this new civilized world that we have convinced ourselves that we need.
STOP!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!! If u believe this is a serious discussion well; pony, rabbit, donkey, blue, purple, banana, teletubby, wooggie-boogie, squiggly line, blah blah, la la, hoo hoo..... o.k. now, lets continue..... :)
Upon arrival, my eyes fell upon something i was familiar with, something i was raised around...it was like the stars had tired of their duties floating in nothingness and decided to rest in the beauty of the concrete trees for the night. This concrete jungle lit up before my eyes and was everything i had ever imagined. I now draw my first reactions from memory, and i can honestly say i still feel my chest expand further than it ever has as if to accommodate for my last breath, a breath that never comes. I am filled with new hope, revived ambitions, fueled dreams. All this comes at the cost of me leaving the only thing i have ever valued in my life, the only reason i can see need to sustain an existence in this world; i had to leave my parents, my family.... it is for times like this that i wish i could express my displeasure with words as they cannot suffice in the portrayal of the emotions embedded in my biological vessel that shapes my ethereal being......
I was walking in a world that i could only visit through electronic circuits, magazines, books and my ever active mental cosmos, well...that was until now! Only i wasn't walking, the first days were spent driving around introducing my lungs to air which i had convinced myself was of a superior grade to that which my lungs were previously tasked with processing....i saw the positive in everything.... i had come to a land with no border, with no prejudice, a land were cupid had swapped his mediocre bow and arrow for nuclear warhead weaponry.... (i must at this point emphasize that my interactions at this point were limited to only my family, my brothers friends and a few overly friendly individuals in the flashing lights districts).....
It wasn't long before it became evident that i had just recently had the hands of customs officers ruffle through my African belongings in search of concealed contraband and the likes.... i was fresh off the jet! Everything my feeble mind thought it knew about this environment was either outdated or prejudicial about the entire populous. This was a new world...
I am the Tin Man on the organ transplant list....
Tin Man (C) courtesy of the "wizard of oz" - don't know who owns the rights and Terms and conditions of mentioning dude so....
lol
