Scarlet Words

I have been humbled. The past few weeks have exposed me to forces mightier than I. Some of which I had underestimated, whilst some I had been kept away from unknowingly. My friend has shown great heart in putting his fingers into servitude to his inebriate yet talented mind. The result was a front page nod from the most read daily in the country - a fete I have yet to fulfill myself. It was in good spirit that I commended his efforts and trudged back to the dungeon of my soul to see what it was that I was not confronting, what it was that kept me from taking on such high gains myself.

But, as if that was not enough of an elation, the second encounter had me more lost for words. This new scribehttp://pornographyofwar.wordpress.com/ had the eloquence of Cicero and the vocabulary of a literary wizard. The fact that he dished away his concoctions of seductively phrased notions to the international smalltalk arena (read Facebook) for free, confounded me. How often do you find a facebook pal whose status updates are actually print worthy? The weight of his words could send a dozen of our locally-celebrated literary icons home apacking out of a sudden fear for losing relevance in the field or even in life as a whole!

Enough with the buttering of egos. The main picture here is that I finally found the art I was looking for in other people's writing. Sure, I've seen humour and I've seen wit but style... now that I hadn't come face to face with until Mr. Warporn (wordporn for me) emerged. Thank you sir.