I Need Your Help

So this is a personal letter that I wrote to close friends and family members seeking support for a program that I work with. Then I thought. Yo why not ask the 'general' public? So I'm going out on a limb and putting myself out there *freeze* and sharing this letter that has content that I'm pretty self conscious about, hoping that it will move someone who maybe is not so close to me to support this cause. Okay blah blah blah...here's what I wrote.

Hello,

I am doing something crazy. I am writing you to ask you for $50. 

Why? Okay...I'll tell you.

In high school I contemplated joining the drill team to fulfill my desire to dance; but my hair was too nappy, my clothes too un-stylish, and I was just way too African. Furthermore, any chance that I could maybe have made it were sqaushed by me falling smack on my head in front of some 50 odd pretty girls when I attempted that jump-kick thing at tryouts. Not to be deterred by my shortcomings I forged ahead only to find out that the price of uniforms, shoes, batons sticks and mini pom poms were enough to feed the whole Turkana village in Kenya, so therefore eliminating any possibilities that I might be able to dabble in this...this 'hobby' of mine.

The above was pretty much a template of most forms of art I thought about pursuing. I was left to express art and creativity by writing cheesy poems in my journal & dreaming theater productions in my head.  Until finally I was old enough to take charge of 'my life' but it may have been a bit late...because now I feel overwhelmingly insecure, self aware and unskilled. In other words, too old to be a beginner. 

If you know anything about growing up Nigerian, you will know that any academic or career endeavors outside of doctorlawyerengineer are generally frowned upon at varying degrees. It could range anywhere from your parents threatening the wrath of the local gods on you or them hinting that it would be nice if you did strive for such but they would support you with something else as long as that something else was deemed viable enough.

Art, Music, Dance, that Rubbish that Oyinbo people do though. COMPLETELY out of the question. Are you mad? Is this what we sent you to America for?

I have to wonder 'What if there was a Loco Bloco in my life at the time?' A program that was completely FREE for me to participate in. A program that had instructors that didn't judge me on how pretty, cool, and apt I was. A program where kids didn't make fun of me because I spoke different or looked like a failed Mel B Scary Spice experiment. Would I have grown up to become a virtuoso in the arts? Would you all be so beneath me now because I would be on Broadway & traveling internationally accepting short list prizes and what not? Probably not. 

But I would have had a fighting chance. A chance to fall smack on my head 6 more times and then finally get that jump-kick, a chance to kiss the boy I was crushing on under the guise of being very into the role in that stage play, a chance to stand in front of my 'oppressors' saying my poem, telling them to go to hell but in so many words that they wouldn't realize until now that that's what I was saying.

Today I am able to get my achieve my dream as a participant, instructor and organizer with Loco Bloco. That $50 I asked you for in the beginning? You would be paying for not just an hour of my time as an instructor but also for the chance for me to provide inspiration, love and fulfilled dreams for the child that I was.  

Think of that child. 

Fifty Dollars is not too much to give me a fighting chance. 

Here's the deal:

Loco Bloco is having a gala on Saturday January 30th, to raise money to keep their programs alive, to purchase tickets and or Donate ANY (it doesn't have to be $50) AMOUNT. Visit www.locobloco.org. I'll love you forever!!

Love,
Your Only N

Back on the BloG again!

My name is N of one3snapshot.com and it's been over 7 years since my FIRST blog and over 2 years (before this blog) since my LAST personal blog entry.

Let's see: I started blogging when I was a tortured young soul dealing with things that I needed escaping from; so in real life I escaped from people, places and things and I found a life on the 'computer'. In a very sizable form.

See:
1. I 'decided' where I would move (and change my life) by applying online and reading descriptions.
2. I met new best friends online (or through friends I knew online).
3. I started this collective one3snapshot with the motivations of people & things that I saw online.
4. I fell in adult love for the first time with someone that I met through the process/people of being online.

So technically the second wave of my formative years were shaped heavily by my interactions through various e-vehicles. Possibly the greatest time of my life (we have to wait and see).

A few years later, I had to escape again, this time AWAY from that I had escaped to. I had to come back into the real world. I had to find my way back to the people and places and things in physical form. Primarily due to the fact that...

1. I had found solace and 'stability' in the place I moved to.
2. I lost some friends along the way but some stayed and are still currently my best friends.
3. The collective has grown, changed and continues shaping up to be something very important to me. It's a slow process but it's not going anywhere.
4. I got my adult heart broken for the first time and currently I'm ambivalent to the idealistic concepts of love.

So after years of non-interest in expressions of the e-word form...after contemplating...I begun blogging again a la the collective and have been for a few months now. I'm new but not so new.

There are 3 main One3snapshotites, 2 of us used to hardcore bloggers who are now bl-OGs...lol so like Micheal Jordan I'm going to try to make a come back, and possibly convince C to blog more too.

So far so Okay.

We'll see what more this holds for us.

hugs and tail feathers,

n