As I walk along the Gambian beaches, I am often approached by young men wanting to be my friend. Usually on those walks, finding new friends isn’t one of my goals. Everyone has the same conversation starteds: What’s your name? Where are you from? Some time ago, I wrote about adopting a stage name: Magic Man from Brigadoon.
Unfortunately, Magic Man created more questions than it answered, so I’ve shifted to Magic. From Brigadoon. Yes, that’s somewhere in Europe.
* The line in the title is from rapper P Diddy.
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Magic, I am excessively diverted by your second line: “Usually on those walks, finding new friends isn’t one of my goals.”
I call myself Bernadette from the Ukraine when I’m approached by potential new friends in Ghana
penelope, that is awesome, i’m glad to know i have friends in deceit.
mrs m, i felt genuinely bad admitting that there are moments in which finding new friends is not what i am after. i really do like new friends.
So are they just really friendly? Somehow I think there is something more they are seeking, not to suggest that you are not worthy of so many people wanting to be your buddy. 🙂
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