It’s 8am on Sunday morning. Yesterday was a full day. People are still sleeping off the effects of Cinco de Mayo, the Kentucky Derby and the Mayweather vs Cotto fight. We had small fight party that went on until 3am. It was so much fun. I hung out with friends I hadn’t seen in long time. We laughed, and ate good food. I love having my friends around me. I love spending time with my friends. Madukaaku, the name of my younger brother, means that people are worth more than wealth. I’m going to pay for being up so late today though.
I’m up early this morning because I have to go out and meet with the editor of my documentary. It doesn’t matter how tired I am. The work has to get done. I wanted to push the snooze button so badly this morning, but I would only be hurting myself by doing that. The editing process is such a long and tideous one, but that’s where story telling majic happens.
In a previous, I talked about fear and laziness being similar. In this situation, I was afraid of waking up too early and being tired for the rest of the day. At the lsame laziness tried to set in because I know that I have a lot of editing work ahead of me this morning and for the rest of the day. There is no rest for the weary. My documantary, ‘Three Rounds’ has to be comleted, so I have to get up and get moving.
Get stand and get going too!!!
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