<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:40:41.043-04:00</updated><category term='sword'/><category term='back'/><category term='solution'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='tribute'/><category term='death'/><category term='encouragement'/><category term='jealousy'/><category term='liberated'/><category term='elections'/><category term='need'/><category term='new'/><category term='event'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='christian'/><category term='word'/><category term='conference'/><category term='old man death kenya nigeria grateful green passport'/><category term='help'/><category term='war'/><category term='hip pop'/><category term='third world kommission'/><category term='reuben'/><category term='Howard University'/><category term='truth'/><category term='simi'/><category term='never'/><category term='sex'/><category term='army'/><category term='less privileged'/><category term='ASA'/><category term='girls'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='iraq'/><category term='joba'/><category term='9ice nigeria artiste'/><category term='last stand'/><category term='confused'/><category term='dating'/><category term='mother'/><category term='olu maintain yahoozee nigeria artiste'/><category term='attitude'/><category term='obi'/><category term='friend'/><category term='doug'/><category term='abati'/><category term='women'/><category term='me'/><category term='children'/><category term='business'/><category term='forward'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='guys'/><category term='scared'/><category term='God'/><category term='politics'/><category term='no show'/><category term='uncle'/><category term='music'/><category term='laughs'/><category term='wife'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='clinton'/><category term='letter'/><category term='nigerian artist'/><category term='life'/><category term='obama'/><category term='africa'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='roman'/><category term='odunaiya'/><category term='battle'/><category term='Fashion show'/><category term='behavior'/><category term='disease'/><category term='eldee'/><category term='rap'/><category term='fear'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='love'/><category term='i almost became you'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='way'/><category term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Green Passport</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1054958461716568738</id><published>2010-08-06T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:45:38.831-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Deep Stuff (Digression, i know)</title><content type='html'>We trade in our pitiful iPod for a pretty impressive iPhone. We chuck out our winter Ugg boots for summer's gladiator sandals. We tip the old digital TV for the latest HD model. And sometimes, unfortunately, we transfer our 'out with old, in with the new' attitude to people. If somebody's getting a bit needy or old, or they just can't look after themselves as well as they used to, we treat them like last year's model. We dump them on the slag heap. But that's not the attitude a Jesus follower should take. We should be more like the geese. When a bird is too old or ill or injured to carry on with the flight, the other birds don't leave them for dead. What happens is that two stronger geese leave the formation, flying with the 'patient' safely between them, finding shelter, food and a new home for the needy bird. These stronger birds stay with the weaker one until it either recovers or dies. What a lesson in self-sacrificing love. Paul's first letter to the Corinthians says the same: 'God has combined the members of the body ... that its parts should have equal concern for each other. If one part suffers, every part suffers with it' (12:24,25 NIV). God hates it when we treat people like disposable rubbish: 'Never walk away from someone who deserves help. Your hand is God's hand for that person' (Prov. 3:27). If a simple bird can do it, so can we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credit to: UCB Word for Today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1054958461716568738?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1054958461716568738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1054958461716568738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/deep-stuff-digression-i-know.html' title='Deep Stuff (Digression, i know)'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8236708560935793692</id><published>2010-08-06T01:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T01:43:27.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life spent constantly traveling has its low moments and tonight counts as one of them. To pass away time, I came out to a local lounge to relax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8236708560935793692?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8236708560935793692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8236708560935793692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-spent-constantly-traveling-has-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3691269342839122687</id><published>2010-08-05T18:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:31:12.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took off before I could be assigned more work :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3691269342839122687?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3691269342839122687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3691269342839122687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/took-off-before-i-could-be-assigned.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4267190824188413745</id><published>2010-08-05T18:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T18:30:48.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Driving back to Pennsylvania&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4267190824188413745?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4267190824188413745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4267190824188413745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/driving-back-to-pennsylvania.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1446733214058027906</id><published>2010-08-05T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:26:27.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally up! Close to 200 dishes staring me in the face (: Time to work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1446733214058027906?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1446733214058027906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1446733214058027906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-up-close-to-200-dishes-staring.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1165677313700551940</id><published>2010-08-05T07:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:08:50.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a young man, I need sleep and I&amp;#39;m taking that bull by the horn right now, goodbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1165677313700551940?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1165677313700551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1165677313700551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-young-man-i-need-sleep-and-i-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1540151433432168617</id><published>2010-08-05T07:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:07:32.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this point, whatever is left of the moral burden has vanished and I&amp;#39;m back in bed with no care for explanation as to why I have postponed completing the work&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1540151433432168617?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1540151433432168617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1540151433432168617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-this-point-whatever-is-left-of-moral.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4750687814908958102</id><published>2010-08-05T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:06:01.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 30 minutes of early morning work, lifting close to 200 dishes from the basement to the next level, I&amp;#39;m drained, grumpy and feel like I never slept at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4750687814908958102?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4750687814908958102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4750687814908958102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/after-30-minutes-of-early-morning-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-9213728767225376851</id><published>2010-08-05T07:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:04:21.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I would love to stay in bed and continue to sleep, I feel a moral burden as a result of my culture to get up and offer assistance. (Insert sad face)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-9213728767225376851?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/9213728767225376851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/9213728767225376851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-much-as-i-would-love-to-stay-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3222839211511586626</id><published>2010-08-05T07:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T07:04:20.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 6am and I&amp;#39;m woken up by the sound of dishes. Its appears my Aunt is up early to start cleaning and sorting the dishes for a coming wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3222839211511586626?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3222839211511586626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3222839211511586626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-6am-and-i-woken-up-by-sound-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4054574030165140779</id><published>2010-08-05T00:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:09:04.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally get to eat some dinner --- Jollof rice and chicken stew, yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4054574030165140779?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4054574030165140779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4054574030165140779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally-get-to-eat-some-dinner-jollof.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4487020751830040163</id><published>2010-08-04T23:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:31:49.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It fascinates me how the yoruba culture places a lot of emphasis on respect for elders sometimes going to extremes. I love it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4487020751830040163?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4487020751830040163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4487020751830040163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-fascinates-me-how-yoruba-culture.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5305771111726820886</id><published>2010-08-04T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:31:18.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She finally asks &amp;quot;dinner for you?&amp;quot; YES! Just what I was waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5305771111726820886?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5305771111726820886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5305771111726820886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/she-finally-asks-for-you-yes-just-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1724973580447051878</id><published>2010-08-04T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:29:44.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here is my hungry self sitting patiently waiting for her to finish her conversation with a wedding planner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1724973580447051878?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1724973580447051878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1724973580447051878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-here-is-my-hungry-self-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2740946200796075116</id><published>2010-08-04T23:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:28:43.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Staying the night at my Aunts place. And as much as I&amp;#39;m starving and want to dig into the fridge for food. I have to &amp;#39;politely&amp;#39; ask first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2740946200796075116?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2740946200796075116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2740946200796075116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/staying-night-at-my-aunts-place.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4849936313273805241</id><published>2010-08-04T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:44:25.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the surface, it does appear these set of workers have remained stagnant over a 4 year span of time but that may be terribly wrong ofcourse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4849936313273805241?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4849936313273805241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4849936313273805241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/on-surface-it-does-appear-these-set-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1300402360843067347</id><published>2010-08-04T22:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:36:34.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Job? Accommodation? Automobile? Or some kind of inner satisfaction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1300402360843067347?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1300402360843067347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1300402360843067347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/job-accommodation-automobile-or-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2878482254920031560</id><published>2010-08-04T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:35:55.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is a fair way to measure economic progress?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2878482254920031560?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2878482254920031560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2878482254920031560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-fair-way-to-measure-economic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4125263392936403963</id><published>2010-08-04T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T22:35:46.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not sure what to make of this. I visited an auto shop today after a year and nothing seemed to have changed. Same mechanics from the last 3 years or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4125263392936403963?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4125263392936403963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4125263392936403963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-sure-what-to-make-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7824149120106394062</id><published>2010-08-04T18:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:46:22.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rzsq&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7824149120106394062?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7824149120106394062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7824149120106394062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/rzsq.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6393972047096195521</id><published>2010-08-04T18:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:39:44.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its interesting when a fellow Nigerian doesn&amp;#39;t recognize you, or maybe just pretends not too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6393972047096195521?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6393972047096195521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6393972047096195521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-interesting-when-fellow-nigerian.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2884565199756124899</id><published>2010-08-04T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T17:49:49.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How random is this? I get to an auto shop to get some work done and I hear a &amp;#39;familiar&amp;#39; accent trying to sound American. Why try when its pretty obvious to all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2884565199756124899?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2884565199756124899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2884565199756124899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-random-is-this-i-get-to-auto-shop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2553984678078434430</id><published>2010-08-04T11:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T11:27:42.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is it about the African accent that gives our identity away so easily? Most conversations end in a curious &amp;quot;where are you from?&amp;quot; There&amp;#39;s no hiding place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2553984678078434430?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2553984678078434430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2553984678078434430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-it-about-african-accent-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1056685028987324994</id><published>2010-08-04T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:22:51.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May I also add that I am a christian. I must say I respect the religious view of ALL however I make no apologies for mine. You can expect a bit of that daily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1056685028987324994?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1056685028987324994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1056685028987324994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/may-i-also-add-that-i-am-christian.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-237654941248278777</id><published>2010-08-04T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:19:28.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting read</title><content type='html'>Next time you're exercising your worry muscles over a pimple or a split end, you want to look heavenwards to our feathered little friends. That's what Jesus says: 'I tell you not to worry about your life ... Look at the birds in the sky!' Now this isn't hippy-speak from the long-haired one; there are lessons to be learned from birds. Take geese for example. When geese fly south for their jollidays they don't pack a suitcase for one. Geese fly in droves. They group together in their famous flying 'V' formation, because when a bird flaps its wings the air movement created provides uplift, easing the workload of the bird behind it. Together, their flight range increases about 71 per cent. Even the youngest, weakest and oldest geese can make the trip. They accomplish together what they could never achieve separately. There's a lesson here. The Bible says, 'Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another ...' (Heb. 10:25 NIV), or in other words: no flying off solo. Why? Well, when a goose strays off from the flying 'V' formula, he soon finds he's cream-crackered. He loses altitude. He's doing the work of a hundred geese all by himself. What about you - are you in a flap, doing the work and worry of ten men when you could be soaring with God and His people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-237654941248278777?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/237654941248278777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/237654941248278777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/interesting-read.html' title='Interesting read'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1362748754682039801</id><published>2010-08-03T23:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T00:20:37.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She also secretly dreams of becoming a Personal Assistant to a celebrity like P.Diddy. Do you find the gulf between dreams odd or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1362748754682039801?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1362748754682039801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1362748754682039801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-also-secretly-dreams-of-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-431084069610646521</id><published>2010-08-03T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:24:26.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met a young African American lady on board. Beautiful college student and a dreamer wishing to become a School Superintendent. What struck me was her plan B..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-431084069610646521?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/431084069610646521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/431084069610646521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-met-young-african-american-lady-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3898826935220118132</id><published>2010-08-03T23:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:22:52.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I cannot pretend to know why or be an authority on the issue. But I will appreciate someone elaborating on possible reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3898826935220118132?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3898826935220118132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3898826935220118132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-i-cannot-pretend-to-know-why-or-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3587703842425704796</id><published>2010-08-03T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:21:56.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made my trip to NC by the Amtrak train and I couldn&amp;#39;t help notice the relatively large # of black people on board. This was my first train ride that far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3587703842425704796?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3587703842425704796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3587703842425704796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-made-my-trip-to-nc-by-amtrak-train.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8762485496742785317</id><published>2010-08-03T23:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:20:17.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>North Carolina</title><content type='html'>Speaking of travel, i visited the beautiful city of Greensboro in North Carolina last week. I stayed in Irving Park which i was told is high brow in its own right. I enjoyed the beautiful weather. I much needed break from the MD harsh heatwave in recent weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8762485496742785317?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8762485496742785317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8762485496742785317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/north-carolina.html' title='North Carolina'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7952309056912939317</id><published>2010-08-03T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:16:05.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love to travel to new areas and experience new cultures, food, musics, entertainment so I will likely share some of that with my readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7952309056912939317?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7952309056912939317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7952309056912939317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-to-travel-to-new-areas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8626958746968683135</id><published>2010-08-03T23:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:15:06.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will refrain from &amp;#39;rejecting&amp;#39; comments posted about GP posts even when they are distasteful and opposing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8626958746968683135?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8626958746968683135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8626958746968683135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-will-refrain-from-comments-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1328355391539371122</id><published>2010-08-03T22:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:59:34.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May I state clearly that I have no affiliation with any government and my views will be mine alone and as unbiased as they can be. I welcome all view points&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1328355391539371122?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1328355391539371122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1328355391539371122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/may-i-state-clearly-that-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-428544263057526905</id><published>2010-08-03T22:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:55:30.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a Nigerian indigene, you can expect that I will post about the country from time to time. There is so much I wish the world knew about my motherland, oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-428544263057526905?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/428544263057526905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/428544263057526905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-nigerian-indigene-you-can-expect.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4588668696088936485</id><published>2010-08-03T22:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:54:07.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I also want to spotlight positive things about the continent of Africa and promote the wonderful aspects for a change; in a very unbiased manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4588668696088936485?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4588668696088936485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4588668696088936485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-also-want-to-spotlight-positive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8195693775754154113</id><published>2010-08-03T22:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:50:35.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts - - - As an avid reader of the daily news, I know &amp;#39;good news&amp;#39; is unpopular for coverage and it bothers me. I&amp;#39;d like to spotlight positive news&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8195693775754154113?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8195693775754154113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8195693775754154113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/thoughts-as-avid-reader-of-daily-news-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1745897641647653396</id><published>2010-08-03T22:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:42:54.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Motivation - - - I simply want to lend a voice where it is needed; nothing more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1745897641647653396?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1745897641647653396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1745897641647653396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/motivation-i-simply-want-to-lend-voice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5780048363787717568</id><published>2010-08-03T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:40:28.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging on the Go</title><content type='html'>I've just signed up for mobile blogging which sounds very cool. I can definitely enjoy sharing my views on the go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5780048363787717568?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5780048363787717568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5780048363787717568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-signed-up-for-mobile-blogging.html' title='Blogging on the Go'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3390807284487004218</id><published>2010-08-03T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:53:56.987-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forward'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>Way forward?</title><content type='html'>I will be honest in admitting i have not decided what the focus of my blog will be this time around but for those who were a part of it back then, i hope you'll agree it will be a breadth of fresh air once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be both relevant and entertaining. Business and Politics tend to be my favorites however i am considering with much interest the idea of pursuing a completely different field and venturing into a world unknown. Sit back and enjoy the ride; ideas are certainly welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3390807284487004218?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3390807284487004218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3390807284487004218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/way-forward.html' title='Way forward?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5671248150418009420</id><published>2010-08-03T21:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:43:07.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why i'm back?</title><content type='html'>I believe there is a need for more voices in the cyberspace with unbiased views on key social issues. I also believe my keen interest and daily followership of political, business and global issues and news positions me to speak on these issues and spur objective and intelligent dialogue among interested readers out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5671248150418009420?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5671248150418009420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5671248150418009420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-im-back.html' title='Why i&apos;m back?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-9183664960953307084</id><published>2010-08-03T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:39:49.958-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I stopped actively blogging a little over a year ago for various reasons. In recent weeks, i've weighed the idea of returning to the blogging world but this time with a new mindset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-9183664960953307084?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/9183664960953307084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/9183664960953307084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7180031364778197430</id><published>2008-03-17T10:12:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:07:56.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the love of your life never called back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96ExtOQoNI/AAAAAAAAASc/2vqesrypHfk/s1600-h/images25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178722611010511058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96ExtOQoNI/AAAAAAAAASc/2vqesrypHfk/s320/images25.jpg" width="127" height="104" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96E-9OQoOI/AAAAAAAAASk/e2rIuzT7_J4/s1600-h/images3155.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96DPtOQoJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zkhl5DkEbRc/s1600-h/images21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178720927383330962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96DPtOQoJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zkhl5DkEbRc/s320/images21.jpg" width="99" height="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96DPtOQoJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zkhl5DkEbRc/s1600-h/images21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96DKdOQoII/AAAAAAAAAR0/wRxf2AdWD_w/s1600-h/images12.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Tunde and I went out on three dates. We had a really good time. Or at least, I thought we did. After the third date, I never heard from him again” Lizzy explained to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story with Tunde got me to thinking about the times when a guy doesn’t call, but it’s not because he’s “just not that into you.” There are other reasons he hasn’t called besides the fact that it’s a hurtful, personal rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He’s dating someone else. In this era of dating, most people have more than one pot on the fire. It’s the “good ones” who realize that if you’re going to date someone seriously, you have to focus on just one person. So maybe he hasn’t called you back because after only one date with you, and four with someone else, he’s going to give that woman a try. That’s not a bad guy; it’s a smart one. If you’re meant to be, he’ll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He’s indisposed. Sometimes when a guy doesn’t call, you hope maybe he was abducted by aliens or imprisoned somewhere—any excuse besides, “He just didn’t like you.” And sometimes there is. My friend Sade recently got a note from a man went AWOL after a few dates. “Sorry I’ve been out of touch, but I was laid up in the hospital with a back injury,” he wrote. Sade says as long as he brings a doctor’s note on her next date, it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He’s got other priorities. My pal Cynthia dated a guy four years her junior and, after a few weeks of great chemistry but avoidant behavior, he told her, “Look, I really, really like you, but your career is on track, and mine’s not, and that’s my priority.” It wasn’t just a line. Turned out no woman could take him away from his career goals at that time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He recently got out of a relationship. Some people believe that the man of your dreams will recognize you no matter what his life situation. But a guy who just endured a difficult divorce — or suffered a recent breakup — may not be ready for a relationship. Even if he thinks he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funmi dated Leke a year after he separated from his wife, but during their seven months together, Leke’s divorce didn’t go through, and even worse, he was always running to his ex when she called. He wanted to be with Funmi but was too distracted and confused to be consistent with her. Sometimes a man isn’t ready for a relationship yet, and in Funmi’s case, she’d have been better off if he hadn’t kept calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. It’s logistically problematic. Sabrina met a guy who was moving. To Saudi Arabia. Despite the chemistry, he refused to get involved. “He didn’t want a long-distance relationship,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some who believe that love conquers all, but others realize the stars — geography, timing, age — must be aligned for a relationship to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, there are a dozen reasons a guy might not call after a date, but it doesn’t mean the relationship is doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So next time you’re sitting by the phone, remember that there are dozens of reasons why it’s your mom calling (again) and not last night’s date. And those forces keeping him from calling may have absolutely nothing to do with you. If you’re in the right relationship, you’ll know it—and it won’t be based on whether he called the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts dear reader?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7180031364778197430?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7180031364778197430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7180031364778197430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-love-of-your-life-never-called-back.html' title='Why the love of your life never called back!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R96ExtOQoNI/AAAAAAAAASc/2vqesrypHfk/s72-c/images25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6060521713664184739</id><published>2008-03-14T12:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T15:59:02.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virgin Response: Power Couple or True Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9rYjtOQoHI/AAAAAAAAARs/bDLvrdj1Z08/s1600-h/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177688829562232946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="187" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9rYjtOQoHI/AAAAAAAAARs/bDLvrdj1Z08/s320/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177632780239020114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9qllNOQoFI/AAAAAAAAARc/ZhTDWfN4Bh0/s320/EUX7CAZQ7BMXCAG82ISZCAHDRHPTCAQZZYHQCAT2WJO0CA0ZH02YCAFYKYJSCAEHWEISCAWZ702ZCA1KCX92CAUIM8O0CAOX02ATCA206FF4CAMH99X0CARTC3U8CAGLKEWKCAJYRPZDCAIZ1DZU.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems we're all at a constant race to some unforeseen finish line. What makes life more interesting is that our finish lines all differ. Some people strive for fortune and fame; others just want to be comfortable. I was recently presented with a somewhat complex question. It was complex because at the time I was faced with the question, I honestly did not now the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This wasn't one of those right or wrong/yes or no questions, because, honestly, there was no way to answer it without the risk of sounding fake or fake!It's funny that the drift of our conversations these days have shifted from …gosh, what did we talk about back then??? I guess I can't even remember, to marriage or getting older, I want to get serious, and I'm trying to build a relationship that would last. I read a note yesterday (a guy's point of view) that I found very interesting. I was tempted to comment, but for the fear of my "comment" being too long…I decided to write my own note, in response to that wonderfully crafted note from yesterday.What do women want? Yeah I know the general consensus is that we are complicated and we really don't know what we want, but we do! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not as complicated as you think. Just as guys have their long list of attributes and characteristics they want in their ideal woman, we too have our equally long list.This brings me back to the question I was confronted with. I was asked, by a man, to choose between two alternatives. On one hand, a rich successful man, who provided me with my every material desire? As in, I would want for nothing…the catch was he wouldn't be there…emotionally, sexually, sha…dude will just be absent from the relationship (marriage). Or, did I want the struggling ass dude, who MAY have that potential to succeed, but the silver lining is nowhere in sight, and there will be MANY years of (for lack of a better word) SUFFER HEAD, but loves you unconditionally and is as present as you would ever want your man to be in your relationship (marriage). In essence, his question to me was, would I rather marry for love or money… Hmm…that was a toughie! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before you judge me, let me layout my reasons why I got tongue tied, and refused to come up with an answer.The love of money is the root of all evil. And not having it is…the root of all evil too. Guys are always so quick to label girls as "materialistic" or "gold diggers", when in essence, we're all materialistic ass gold diggers! Guys and girls alike! When you hear a guy speaking of his ideal woman and he says such things as "she has to be Ivy League educated", or "she has to have that executive 9-5", or "she has to have her own house/car, pay her own bills", "doesn't need me (financially) for nothing"…guys, you are GOLD DIGGING! Many men will argue that these are qualities that a lot of women should posses or they get looked over, but guys, a lot of us these days are doing just that! Please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't have that fabulous job and is making major bank, and even if we're not "working class" women, we're furthering our education in "prestigious" institutions that will set us apart in the future? Who doesn't have their own apartment or house, and PLEASE…who needs a guy these days to pay for anything? So that, when all is said and done, he can turn around and say…all she ever did was mooch off of me…HEAVEN FORBID! Men don't see that they've turned us into…for lack of a more suitable word… MEN. We can do everything they can do…and more…we can throw it down in the kitchen…and fabulously doing so in 4 inch heels!I think guys today are just wanting too much. The latest additions (or maybe I've just been in space somewhere) are, "she needs to be from my part of the country (tribe)"… Please!!! When did we get so tribalistic? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if it's not enough that we have to go through the rigors of meeting their already unrealistic standards, a girl who possesses all those attributes will get an automatic disqualification…because she's not Igbo, or Yoruba or Calabar! Chineke God!While guys go on and on about what they want in a woman, have they ever stopped to listen to what we want in men? Just as they want that successful woman, who's kicking but in her 4 inch stilettos at her executive 9-5, we also want a successful man, who's climbing that corporate ladder. Success attracts success, so if you are successful, you need not worry about finding an equally successful woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all want to be comfortable in our future lives, anything that will throw a wrench in our plans for future success and happiness will be dismissed instantly! (So, no, I will not marry a poor man!)Just as you guys are attracted to things that look good, we also want to be happy to wake up next to you every morning. Don't assume that you are the only ones with eyes! Nothing irks me more than an ugly guy, making all these unrealistic demands like has he taken a good look in the mirror lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You want a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets… Shoot me…but we want the same thing too!!! Sexual inadequacy is the number one root of infidelity in relationships/marriages. So guys, while you're out there searching for freaks, make sure you can match her skills, or at the least keep up, because if you don't…she'll be gooooooooooonnnnnnnneeeeeeee…hey, that's the reason why she's a freak anyways!Ladies, we're at the point in our lives where we need to hang up our X-Boxes (stop playing games) and really focus on what we want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it would be uber fab to marry some multi-millionaire, and not have to worry about a thing in life, we need to face the reality of that never happening :(. We shouldn't settle for mediocrity and at the same time, don't strive for unrealistic perfection. Nurture what you have. We're all blank canvases, and only we have the power to determine how pretty the picture will be at the end.With the institution of marriage booming these days in Naija, a lot of people feel the pressure to get engaged and get married. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching TV yesterday and came across this quote; "Marriage is an Institution…for those who believe in Institutions!" Lol! It's very tongue-in-cheek, but true. Are a lot of us built for this institution of marriage? Can you handle the in's and out's of the relationship after the big, grand, wedding? Do know that after the wedding comes the marriage? So as much effort as you put into planning that fabulous wedding, you should put as much effort into planning that fabulous marriage.And all that in essence starts from finding the right partner. Whatever your definition of "RIGHT" may be…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6060521713664184739?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6060521713664184739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6060521713664184739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/virgin-response-power-couple-or-true.html' title='Virgin Response: Power Couple or True Love?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9rYjtOQoHI/AAAAAAAAARs/bDLvrdj1Z08/s72-c/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5538247102138627666</id><published>2008-03-13T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:24:33.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Couple or True Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9ktmNOQn0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/98R6jKqPEo4/s1600-h/EUX7CAZQ7BMXCAG82ISZCAHDRHPTCAQZZYHQCAT2WJO0CA0ZH02YCAFYKYJSCAEHWEISCAWZ702ZCA1KCX92CAUIM8O0CAOX02ATCA206FF4CAMH99X0CARTC3U8CAGLKEWKCAJYRPZDCAIZ1DZU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177219381046845250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9ktmNOQn0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/98R6jKqPEo4/s320/EUX7CAZQ7BMXCAG82ISZCAHDRHPTCAQZZYHQCAT2WJO0CA0ZH02YCAFYKYJSCAEHWEISCAWZ702ZCA1KCX92CAUIM8O0CAOX02ATCA206FF4CAMH99X0CARTC3U8CAGLKEWKCAJYRPZDCAIZ1DZU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you all know ,I am jobless at the moment so I have a lot of time on my hands…lol. I was reflecting on all the criteria we as guys have put in place for ourselves in the selection of a partner. From conversations we have, experiences we share…but I just realised we only dwell on attributes that attract one to a woman, very hardly do we understand what keeps or aspire to understand what keeps one with a woman…..We have established it is not her beauty or her body…it does help…but this things as they come ..they go…We want smart women so she is presentable, good company ( smart kids)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good home , good school…. In the hope that she wont be materialistic, a go getter herself and one that is a 'good girl'. The dilemma is most of us would find women like this but then go on to get that other woman ..that is the complete opposite …personality wise and have as a mistress….To some this is entirely acceptable, but my question is…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it impossible to find these qualities in one woman? Are we looking for the right things? Or is there something we are not looking for?In an effort to please society and impress friends we might end up with …. Ivy league couples/ power couples / good girls… that on paper seems amazing but is really not going to make you ecstatic to run home every night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does a good girl translate to the many other things we need in a woman….and if she does indeed meet these criteria….would it be enough?In todays day of failed marriages, cheating husbands and cheating wives….im just wondering if there is that other objective characterystic to reduce these incidences….… Ultimately I think what it is …is…… I hardly ever hear anyone say they are looking for a best friend….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reflections by patrick RV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5538247102138627666?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5538247102138627666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5538247102138627666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/finding-life-partner.html' title='Power Couple or True Love?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9ktmNOQn0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/98R6jKqPEo4/s72-c/EUX7CAZQ7BMXCAG82ISZCAHDRHPTCAQZZYHQCAT2WJO0CA0ZH02YCAFYKYJSCAEHWEISCAWZ702ZCA1KCX92CAUIM8O0CAOX02ATCA206FF4CAMH99X0CARTC3U8CAGLKEWKCAJYRPZDCAIZ1DZU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4446511244640591495</id><published>2008-03-12T10:16:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:23:13.985-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='less privileged'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Be ThAnKfUl FoR wHaT yOu HaVe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fn59OQnyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiKdMO0kfm4/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176861279558606626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fn59OQnyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiKdMO0kfm4/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnx9OQnxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_4Yn5pjRYHA/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176861142119653138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnx9OQnxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/_4Yn5pjRYHA/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnk9OQnwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/kP8zGdOu-hw/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176860918781353730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnk9OQnwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/kP8zGdOu-hw/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176860789932334834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnddOQnvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZYJiwSC2INM/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176860691148087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fnXtOQnuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4HU8Pz363Lc/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859741960314578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fmgdOQntI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2YwFPmdH3jM/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859522916982466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fmTtOQnsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_eU8kdVILOg/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176859415542800050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fmNdOQnrI/AAAAAAAAAOM/tI7BNyl3Wyw/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this in one of those email forwards floating around and thought i'd share. It's really sad what people have to deal with in some parts of the world. Personally, it reminds me that there are MILLIONS of people out there that will readily trade lives with me if they could. What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4446511244640591495?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4446511244640591495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4446511244640591495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/very-very-sad.html' title='Be ThAnKfUl FoR wHaT yOu HaVe!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9fn59OQnyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/ZiKdMO0kfm4/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1403445328565693491</id><published>2008-03-11T09:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:58:10.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have a love checklist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9aM-dOQnmI/AAAAAAAAANk/A2GRldkpFkg/s1600-h/140_dating_advice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176479826333179490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9aM-dOQnmI/AAAAAAAAANk/A2GRldkpFkg/s200/140_dating_advice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I’m not like my friends looking for a magical connection from the moment we meet,” yours truly Mr. GP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case Study:“When I met my husband, we clicked from the very beginning. The chemistry, the immediate connection—it was all there,” Dana said. What wasn’t there, she discovered in the three years of marriage following their whirlwind six-month courtship, were subtler, more important elements necessary to make a long-term relationship work. Although her ex-husband was effusive in expressing sentiments like “I love you” while they dated, he couldn’t get real when they were dealing with the day-to-day of married life. “He wasn’t very open emotionally,” Dana explained. Now, a year after the end of her marriage, she’s ready to go out into the field again—but this time, better prepared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The list…Why make one?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enter the list. It’s not just for people who have been married before and therefore may have a clearer sense of what they need in a mate. We all need checks-and-balances on our hormones. Sure, he’s charming and fabulous and makes you laugh, and she’s beautiful and smart like a whip, but will he be the type to help take care of the kids you want? Will she be the type to settle down? If not, can you live with that five or ten years down the line? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Examine your list:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Is it realistic?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at your list: Is one requirement a man who works in a creative field and another a man who’s financially stable? Or are you looking for a career woman but also want someone who will be home in time to eat dinner with you every night? Sometimes you can’t have it all. Make sure you’re not creating what mathematicians call a “null set,” a list of requirements that no one can meet. Yes, it’s true — there may be a supermodel/rocket scientist out there — but it’s more likely that you will have to give up on one quality to get the other. This isn’t a list of qualities you’d find in your fantasy mate: It’s a list that a real-live human being could fulfill. And like a good relationship, it requires compromise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make the list your own&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dating experts, books, and talk-show hosts — not to mention your friends and relatives — might tell you there are some hard and fast “rules” for dating. That a guy has to be the kind to call you by Tuesday if he wants to see you the following weekend, and so on. The items on their lists might work for some people, but not necessarily for you. While there are basic qualities many single people look for, dating isn’t one-size-fits all. You have to make the list your own. My friend Lisa is open to dating people from different religions, but my friend Mark is a Mormon, so finding a Mormon woman is a top priority. And while I need someone who is into fitness and the outdoors, since that’s an integral part of my lifestyle, my friend Danielle is more of a homebody, so my guy wouldn’t match the requirements on her list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stick to your guns&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a list doesn’t make you “too picky.” You know what works for you and what doesn’t. If you’ve already dated a workaholic who doesn’t have time for you, don’t date others hoping they’ll change. Keep this in mind when well-meaning friends offer advice: If they try to set you up with someone who doesn’t have the important qualities on your list, don’t let them pressure you into wasting time meeting someone who isn’t compatible. If you’re looking for Mr. or Ms. Right, you’re not looking to meet just anyone. As long as your list is realistic, stick to it. Sitting down and making a list might not seem romantic, but once you meet the right person, that’s when the real romance begins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Amy Klein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1403445328565693491?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1403445328565693491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1403445328565693491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/do-you-have-love-checklist.html' title='Do you have a love checklist?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9aM-dOQnmI/AAAAAAAAANk/A2GRldkpFkg/s72-c/140_dating_advice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-564252383832259228</id><published>2008-03-10T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:51:47.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickup lines you MUST avoid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9VHAtOQnlI/AAAAAAAAANc/_aGkDwVeYvg/s1600-h/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176121424197230162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9VHAtOQnlI/AAAAAAAAANc/_aGkDwVeYvg/s200/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. “What’s your sign?”The epitome of cheese, this line, which has been around since the Beatles came to America, ranks as the very worst line in dating history. The fact that it’s still in use says a lot about the decay of our society’s standards and the glaring desperation of some singles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. “Pardon me, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?”Maybe this was funny around 1910 or 1915—back when the telephone was a novel appliance. It does not inspire smiles now, only scared and doomed looks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. “You must be a broom because you’re sweeping me off my feet.”Maybe your dad used this one on your mom and for nostalgia’s sake, you’re bringing it out again. Nostalgia does not get you dates, only pity. “I actually had a guy say this to me during happy hour,” says Kim, a vivacious flight attendant who gets her share of pick-up lines. “I didn’t hold it against him because I don’t know how much he’d had to drink and he was cute. But if he hadn’t been cute, I would have dodged him.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. “Do you have a license? Because you’re driving me crazy.”Caution! Watching too many stupid teen movies impairs your judgment. This probably sounded clever to the person who swiped it from an Annette and Frankie beach party flick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. “I gotta thirst and baby, you look like my Gatorade.”Generally, comparing potential dates to food or drinks is not a winning move. “I had a guy use this one on me and I rolled my eyes and walked way,” says Susan, a marketing representative who doesn’t usually go for lines. “But a couple of weeks later, I saw this hot guy at the gym and I used that same line and it worked! I guess there are gender preferences when it comes to lines. He was really flattered, where I was insulted when it was used on me.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. “Are you lost? Because heaven’s a long way from here.”Maybe angels like this one, but real women don’t. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. “Are you religious? Because you’re the answer to all my prayers.”Prayer is something that anyone who uses this tacky line desperately needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. “Can I take your picture? I want Santa to know exactly what I want for Christmas.”This line is popular with both men and women who think references to Santa are cute and charming, which are qualities that they never possess personally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. “Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?”“A stunning woman I had been staring at used this on me,” says Mark, a tawny-haired, gregarious copywriter. “I know it’s an old one but it took guts to say it. I’m afraid I happily fell for it.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. “Well, here I am. What are your other two wishes?”A personal favorite, this one takes a certain amount of arrogance, as well as delusion, to pull off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by Rosalind Cummings-Yeates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-564252383832259228?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/564252383832259228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/564252383832259228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/pickup-lines-you-must-avoid.html' title='Pickup lines you MUST avoid'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R9VHAtOQnlI/AAAAAAAAANc/_aGkDwVeYvg/s72-c/n533996713_647819_9657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2473857274210544328</id><published>2008-03-05T10:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:49:14.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last stand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sword'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='army'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>My Last Stand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R86_iyjXj7I/AAAAAAAAANU/RzSQw3jLZBU/s1600-h/74429343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283626301853618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R86_iyjXj7I/AAAAAAAAANU/RzSQw3jLZBU/s200/74429343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pick myself up from the ground and stare my challenges in the face. I’ve been defeated over and over again but somehow I’ve remained determined - to fight one last time. This is not a question about fighting or not because my mind is made up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I notice the scars on my arms. The battles have been fierce, long and daunting. I notice the casualties behind me. Many have fallen fighting for what we believe in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart is bleeding but I cannot show it. The back of my eyes are over loaded with tears but I cannot afford to let them out now. I have to remain strong so my team can carry on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very proud of my team. Their commitment in the face of little hope has been incredible. They believed in me and the dream and stood firm on the battle field. They did not have to take this chance but they did. They did not have to suffer casualties but they did. I hope they realize how much I appreciate them and have come to depend on them. I hope they know how much I look forward to rewarding their efforts when I am able to do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The gentle breeze blows in my face. Pieces of clothing from fallen soldiers float in the air. I take a look at my weapons and what I see is not encouraging. I glance behind me at my team and all I see are worn out faces after a series of defeats. Shockingly, they are ready to fight on in a battle they may not win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my team cannot see through me and tell I am broken. I know the odds do not favor us but I am going to give it my best shot. I have matured as a result of many battles. I have a different feeling today. I am not scared of the outcome. I am ready to stand tall with my chest out and face whatever comes my way. I reach down and grab my sword. I fasten my breastplate and dust the sand off my helmet. I look up one last time and with all the strength I have, I yell “Let’s go team”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joba Adekanmbi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2473857274210544328?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2473857274210544328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2473857274210544328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-last-stand.html' title='My Last Stand!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R86_iyjXj7I/AAAAAAAAANU/RzSQw3jLZBU/s72-c/74429343.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7293705398977386043</id><published>2008-03-04T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:39:54.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Things a guy should never do in the company of a lady!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8RaYqPHXXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OXgQIDdGR3c/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171357651829218674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8RaYqPHXXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OXgQIDdGR3c/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Reveal how much your car cost.&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean your gun.&lt;br /&gt;3. Polish high school trophies (which you still have displayed).&lt;br /&gt;4. Refer to your mother as your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rap.&lt;br /&gt;6. Check out her assistant/roommate/the baby-sitter.&lt;br /&gt;7. Question our footwear.&lt;br /&gt;8. Blow-dry your hair.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tip less than 20 percent.&lt;br /&gt;10. Celebrity impressions.&lt;br /&gt;11. Impressions of her.&lt;br /&gt;12. Forget to carry cash.&lt;br /&gt;13. Flip it, flop it, swing it around, tug on it, adjust it, scratch it, or do anything that will remind us that it's just a goofy appendage and not a mystical source of pleasure and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;14. Wii.&lt;br /&gt;15. Boot and rally.&lt;br /&gt;16. Scream—at the dog, at the guy who just stole your parking spot, at Bill Belichick. Because, no matter how much Belichick deserves it (cheater!), when we hear you raise your voice, we have an idea of what we're in for.&lt;br /&gt;17. Talk about former exploits. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;18. Use the words bitch, slut, tramp, or whore, unless referring to another man.&lt;br /&gt;19. Tell us you're going to kiss us. (Just get on with it!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By The Editors of Marie Claire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7293705398977386043?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7293705398977386043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7293705398977386043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/19-things-guy-should-never-do-in.html' title='19 Things a guy should never do in the company of a lady!!!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8RaYqPHXXI/AAAAAAAAAM4/OXgQIDdGR3c/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1024740238589761155</id><published>2008-03-03T10:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:21:05.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='never'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberated'/><title type='text'>5 guys you should NEVER date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8wVLansIqI/AAAAAAAAANI/wK1Vm7wyC_o/s1600-h/art_dead_end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173533357810393762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8wVLansIqI/AAAAAAAAANI/wK1Vm7wyC_o/s200/art_dead_end.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One guy is needier than quicksand. Another is jealous of your cocker spaniel. A third quietly hates all woman kind. Here's a list of men you should put in your rearview mirror, ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certain clues in the way a man acts may be a hint that you need to ditch him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe No-Show&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You meet in a city where neither of you lives, at a convention or a wedding. The calls and e-mails are making the phone lines sweat; two months later, he's begging you to visit.&lt;br /&gt;You tell the woman next to you on the plane that, after years of searching, you think you've met The One, and the two of you giggle with anticipation all the way to baggage claim.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty minutes later, when the carousel stops going around, she looks at you with deep pity and asks if she can give you a ride somewhere. That's the moment to go straight back to the ticket counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Jealousy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, he'll get a little short with a waiter who flirts with you. Then he'll be exasperated by how long you and the postmaster discuss the rising price of stamps. When he points out that you and your brother hug too long to be appropriate or that your gynecologist is a lesbian and obviously has the hots for you, it's time to give him his walking papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However flattering his jealousies may seem in the first five minutes of your relationship, they'll get old and confining more quickly than you can imagine, and when you do finally break up with him, he will hang the scarves you left behind on your trees like nooses and follow you and the next man you date all over town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bully&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the man who sits you down, grabs your arm, pulls your hair, or pokes your chest. While most of us know better than to let ourselves get socked in the mouth the way Ralph Kramden was always threatening to do to Alice (but even then never following through), there's a whole universe of more "minor" infractions in the violence department that should disqualify your new beau instantaneously (but all too often does not).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Two-Timer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time since you've been dating, he's too sick to make a date. You try to ignore the fact that it happens to be your birthday, and you assemble the ingredients for your famous chicken soup. You drop it off inside his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days later, he's still sick, but you've been invited over. You ask if you can heat up some soup for him, and he says, in a small, congested voice, "That would be wonderful." You pour the soup from the Tupperware into the pot, and you see that there are mushrooms in it. Your famous chicken soup doesn't contain mushrooms. Conclude that this man has another source of soup and will continue to cheat on you for as long as you give him the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The "Liberated" Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have a friend who said, "I seem to have a very liberating effect on whatever man I'm dating. We go on three dates, and the next thing I know he's moved in with me, he's quit his job, and his car is up on blocks in my yard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Certain men are more prone to this type of liberation than others, I have found: Carpenters, river guides, and flamenco guitarists all fall into the category of men who are perfectly willing to hand themselves over to the care of a good woman, as well as visual artists, stage performers, and racers (ski, bike, boat) of all kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Pam Houston from "O, The Oprah Magazine"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1024740238589761155?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1024740238589761155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1024740238589761155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/03/5-guys-you-should-never-date.html' title='5 guys you should NEVER date'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8wVLansIqI/AAAAAAAAANI/wK1Vm7wyC_o/s72-c/art_dead_end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4307712759924687296</id><published>2008-02-26T11:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T11:47:05.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Third World Madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-9aPHXWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GXw4YRZpliQ/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171327496863833442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="137" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-9aPHXWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GXw4YRZpliQ/s200/images2.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-6KPHXVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/btEPU280pu4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171327441029258578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-6KPHXVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/btEPU280pu4/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-zaPHXUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nCnR6raT4Fg/s1600-h/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171327325065141570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-zaPHXUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nCnR6raT4Fg/s200/images1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q9OaPHXQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2GD7dGEntzU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q9OaPHXQI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2GD7dGEntzU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so u do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so u see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find my way out and jump,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So u too u jump,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When u fall u pull me down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We fight with words, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Millions of miles apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t know u, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u don’t know me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No approval requested,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet your opinions flow so free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who asked you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to me, y must you speak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift me up or step aside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raise me up or stand down and die,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limited in our minds we remain still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try and try,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m really trying to break free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In ma mind, my dreams reign supreme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentored by those before me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inspired by those that follow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in ma mind still,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hesitate to step out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By ridiculous standards you measure me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m failing cause I know u’ll neva really see me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgetting that ours is a really long road ahead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please, don’t put their standards on my head,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Educated and pleasant you are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still you stand guard, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready and willing to stand me down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just waiting…to let me know…I’m not enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don’t like it, swallow hard and f**k off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all want so desperately to be free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if u cant lift me up, Please, abeg, leave me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Written by Nene Ezeala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4307712759924687296?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4307712759924687296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4307712759924687296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-leave-me.html' title='Third World Madness!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R8Q-9aPHXWI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GXw4YRZpliQ/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-85358629157335141</id><published>2008-02-22T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:56:56.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>African Business Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R78KgqPHXOI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCcjZ0dYJwU/s1600-h/n8907796_2970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169862453454396642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R78KgqPHXOI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCcjZ0dYJwU/s200/n8907796_2970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard University African Students Association (HU-ASA) will be hosting its first African Business Conference from February 29- March 1, 2008 in conjunction with the Howard University Business School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The primary aim of the conference is to highlight business and career opportunities in African countries as well as create a platform to showcase the positively thriving economic side of the African story to the global community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference will serve as means for disseminating information on opportunities in African countries to college students, graduates and business professionals interested in pursuing such opportunities in Africa.It will also seek to provide authentic leads for alternate positive media focus on African nations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference website is &lt;a href="http://www.howardabc.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.howardabc.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-85358629157335141?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/85358629157335141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/85358629157335141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/african-business-conference.html' title='African Business Conference'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R78KgqPHXOI/AAAAAAAAALw/LCcjZ0dYJwU/s72-c/n8907796_2970.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3509934295973098164</id><published>2008-02-21T11:18:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:11:48.325-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='behavior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i almost became you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaws'/><title type='text'>I almost became you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R72nOaPHXNI/AAAAAAAAALo/byQ_wazOR4g/s1600-h/P8VSCA8KD9GGCAPQGY7PCAN300DKCALS718ZCAXSNX8LCAZXHWNNCAZO0X83CAKAXECOCALF5FQGCAQ5DH3SCACN9Z7TCAI5M8VCCANI58JFCAP2EEBACAJA4Y5YCAKZ3VWRCA8KBRWZCAO4R490.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169471813293923538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R72nOaPHXNI/AAAAAAAAALo/byQ_wazOR4g/s200/P8VSCA8KD9GGCAPQGY7PCAN300DKCALS718ZCAXSNX8LCAZXHWNNCAZO0X83CAKAXECOCALF5FQGCAQ5DH3SCACN9Z7TCAI5M8VCCANI58JFCAP2EEBACAJA4Y5YCAKZ3VWRCA8KBRWZCAO4R490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" You are so selfish, controlling, condescending, judgemental ....". If we are honest with ourselves, we will admit that we detest some of the behavior that our parents, mentors, siblings, friends and other influences in our lives show from time to time. It is really easy though to point accusing fingers at the errors of others but it’s amazing how we are in danger of unconsciously absorbing these flaws and reflecting them in our own behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took a heated argument with a friend for me to realize that I’m not exactly what I thought I was. As my friend angrily poured out remarks about my flaws, I was really sorry but in complete shock that it was me being described. Almost everything I hated and stood against were the same things I was accused of doing. “Could this really be me?” “Have I being a hypocrite without even knowing it?” “When and how did I become this stranger?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I recall resisting these same flaws in people around me and here I am almost becoming them. Life is such a complex journey. I now realize that overtime I slowly allowed my experiences to shape me into someone else. I am sure that I am one of millions of people, probably including you, that have let that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have taken time after that incident to honestly assess myself. As you might imagine, the result is startling but I am going even one step further. I am taking the bull by the horn to correct some of these wrongs while I still can. I encourage you to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3509934295973098164?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3509934295973098164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3509934295973098164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-almost-became-you.html' title='I almost became you!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R72nOaPHXNI/AAAAAAAAALo/byQ_wazOR4g/s72-c/P8VSCA8KD9GGCAPQGY7PCAN300DKCALS718ZCAXSNX8LCAZXHWNNCAZO0X83CAKAXECOCALF5FQGCAQ5DH3SCACN9Z7TCAI5M8VCCANI58JFCAP2EEBACAJA4Y5YCAKZ3VWRCA8KBRWZCAO4R490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5968115539392135149</id><published>2008-02-19T11:48:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:01:29.869-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clinton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Clinton Vs Obama: Who's your pick?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7sLNaPHXLI/AAAAAAAAALY/PtHO-PeXUU0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168737322346699954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7sLNaPHXLI/AAAAAAAAALY/PtHO-PeXUU0/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear reader,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Against all odds, Barack Hussein Obama has proved a point. He has successfully overcome some of the biggest political machineries of our time. I have always been and will continue to be a Clinton supporter but I believe in giving honor to whom honor is due. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must point out that the race is far from over. Obama and Clinton are statistically tied and neither of them even by winning all the way from now can get the nomination. A national convention showdown is now inevitable as it is mathematically impossible to win before then except one candidate falls off. Credit must not be taken away from Hillary because she is no push over. Big Ups to Obama though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's entry is to hear the opinions of my dear readers. I'm all ears:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5968115539392135149?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5968115539392135149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5968115539392135149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/clinton-vs-obama-whos-your-pick.html' title='Clinton Vs Obama: Who&apos;s your pick?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7sLNaPHXLI/AAAAAAAAALY/PtHO-PeXUU0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5896314322168412984</id><published>2008-02-15T13:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T16:51:10.911-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9ice nigeria artiste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='third world kommission'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip pop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rap'/><title type='text'>Spotlight: Third World Kommission</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7XeyKPHXJI/AAAAAAAAALI/6fsxU73GQlM/s1600-h/third+world.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167281100800089234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7XeyKPHXJI/AAAAAAAAALI/6fsxU73GQlM/s200/third+world.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opening up for AKON in front of 40,000+ people is no easy fit. It takes guts to embark on the incredible journey of becoming a megastar. More importantly, it takes balls, hard work, uncommon will, knowing your craft and destiny to stay on track and eventually reach your goals. Welcome to the story of a group of uniquely talented artistes who have dared to take that journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD WORLD KOMMISSION. The name says it all; a diverse, unique team with a common bond, Music. Doug is from Ethiopia and Obi is from Nigeria.&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed by their success so far and see greatness in their future. Expect to see them shine even more really soon. I have one word to describe their new album: Masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy their music here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/reverbnation_fb/artist/thirdworldkommission"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/reverbnation_fb/artist/thirdworldkommission&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/passportpimpin"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/passportpimpin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5896314322168412984?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5896314322168412984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5896314322168412984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/spotlight-third-world-kommission.html' title='Spotlight: Third World Kommission'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7XeyKPHXJI/AAAAAAAAALI/6fsxU73GQlM/s72-c/third+world.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3169925558161253362</id><published>2008-02-13T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T16:34:44.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vals tip for your man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7NiVaPHXGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uF4573JRN70/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166581317483584610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7NiVaPHXGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uF4573JRN70/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are few disappointments for a woman in love like an underwhelming Valentine’s Day. Perhaps I’m unpacking just my own baggage here, but in my wide experience, if a man is properly romantic, it’s because he’s had a lot of practice—sometimes a lot of practice at the same time he’s romancing you. Good men—keepers, not Lotharios—aren’t often well-versed in the rose-petal-scattering arts. And so the only truly fulfilling Valentine’s Days I’ve ever had have been with the greatest of cads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is not what I’m recommending here. Instead of settling for same-old—once again, a prix-fixe dinner at a restaurant that hands out Champagne and a rose, while you’re too heavy and bloated to feel amorous after—why not take your big, dumb, emotionally inarticulate hunk of a man and treat him to the romance, and show him how it’s done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take the pressure off his well-meaning but kinda lame shoulders—lovingly. Say to that man, “Baby, just you let me worry about it this year.” Make sure to do this without a sneer or a long-suffering sigh; say it with a twinkle (and follow it up with the kind of kiss that can get you pregnant). He will be grateful. And you will be showing him how to reap the rewards of a very self-interested selflessness.&lt;br /&gt;By Rebecca Schoenkopf for MSN City Guides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3169925558161253362?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3169925558161253362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3169925558161253362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/vals-tip-for-your-man.html' title='Vals tip for your man...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7NiVaPHXGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/uF4573JRN70/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8228377577611399839</id><published>2008-02-13T09:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:18:14.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ASA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Howard University'/><title type='text'>Howard Uni ASA takes DC by storm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7MEIKPHXFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F-VzWJTnGTE/s1600-h/n8900873_6460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166477735757306962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7MEIKPHXFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F-VzWJTnGTE/s200/n8900873_6460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Howard University African Students Association (HU-ASA) will be hosting its 5TH Annual Fashion Show. The show is tagged Mi Nyan Ntsee "The Return". The show is on Friday, February 29 from 7:00 pm to 9:30 pm, at the Cramton Auditorium on Howard University Campus, Washington, DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will spend an entire evening taking you on an exciting adventure back to the REAL AFRICA. We'll explore the motherland together... seeing cutting-edge fashion from its different shores and music from the hinterland. Together we'll return back to the lengths and breadths of the cradle of civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Designers featuring in the show include Deola Sagoe, Obsidian, David, Idia Designs, Simply for you, Knaf Couture, Lshandi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;General Public: $15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Asa Members: $13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The conference website is &lt;a href="https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fhuasafashion.com%2F" target="_blank"&gt;https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fhuasafashion.com%2F&lt;/a&gt; .Facebook users can also view the event @ &lt;a href="https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fhoward.facebook.com%2Fevent.php%3Feid%3D8647951393" target="_blank"&gt;https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fhoward.facebook.com%2Fevent.php%3Feid%3D8647951393&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8228377577611399839?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8228377577611399839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8228377577611399839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/howard-uni-asa-takes-dc-by-storm.html' title='Howard Uni ASA takes DC by storm....'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7MEIKPHXFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/F-VzWJTnGTE/s72-c/n8900873_6460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8588094841956617174</id><published>2008-02-11T14:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:51:10.971-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>30 seconds in his mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7Cdc6PHXEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FHzo5JnXOac/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165801892588510274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7Cdc6PHXEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FHzo5JnXOac/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 2:00pm on a sunny Saturday afternoon and Jessy sat patiently waiting on his ‘big brother’ to walk in. The door opened quickly and slammed shut. “So Jessy, it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you. What seems to be the trouble?” “How is your big dream coming along?” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessy’s head went down, tears ran down his face and his fake smile gave way to a look of distress. “All my life, I have felt too early or too late. I wonder if I am a phenomenon waiting to happen or another failure living in a fool’s paradise. All my life I have being a dreamer. Every time my eyes shut, another dream is born. These days, I don’t dream very often. On occasion when I do, I helplessly permit the dreams to slip out of my consciousness. I pretend I never even dreamt. Once upon a time, I was very vibrant in nature, very outspoken and even more outgoing. There were very few social occasions that happened without me. It is fair to say I was once the life of the party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been too long on the road to this big dream and I still don’t see the end in sight. They say there is always a light at the end of tunnel but every light I have seen has turned out to be a mirage. I have been lied to and ripped off. I have had to fight my way through so much that I am left with little mental energy to even imagine a battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say a wounded lion is extremely dangerous. I doubt I am a lion then. Recently, I recalled the story of the prodigal son in the bible. The young man who took all he had against his fathers wish and went his way. The young man who squandered all that was his. Eventually, he went back home to his father. Have I been the prodigal son without even knowing it? I wonder if it’s time to return to my father.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“I think it’s time” Todd gently said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8588094841956617174?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8588094841956617174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8588094841956617174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/30-seconds-in-his-mind.html' title='30 seconds in his mind...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R7Cdc6PHXEI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FHzo5JnXOac/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1970049998509020535</id><published>2008-02-08T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T11:51:23.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AVEC AMOUR - Vals Day Ball.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6yIa8jcE0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WtrLKz--d_4/s1600-h/n210100425_363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164652869199860546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6yIa8jcE0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WtrLKz--d_4/s200/n210100425_363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***$50 Ticket*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Parking accommodations are free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Guest pre-selected choice of two exquisite cuisines:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Herb crusted chicken breast Or*10 oz Prime Rib with Au Jus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Served with your choice of starch and vegetable, house or Caesar salad, dinner rolls with butter, chef’s selection of dessert and unlimited soft drinks, decaf and hot tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Latin Dance instructor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Finely selected gifts for best dressed male and female&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Romantic ambience and eclectic music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Red Carpet event: For those who would love to have their photos taken, we will be having a professional photographer. Red Carpet starts at 7pm prompt and ends at 8pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. There will be no African/ Nigerian Timing. We will be very firm on timing, so if you paid $50 for your ticket, it is advisable to show up on time lest you miss the Dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. There will be no tickets sold at the door. Unfortunately we have a limited amount of tickets available and we can only cater for the max allowable by the restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buy your tickets while they are available.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Femi Ogunnaike—443-929-6504 --- &lt;a href="mailto:hannila_2000@yahoo.co.uk"&gt;hannila_2000@yahoo.co.uk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Debo Okubanjo---410-744-4429---qdproqo@yahoo.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1970049998509020535?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1970049998509020535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1970049998509020535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/avec-amour-vals-day-ball.html' title='AVEC AMOUR - Vals Day Ball.....'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6yIa8jcE0I/AAAAAAAAAKY/WtrLKz--d_4/s72-c/n210100425_363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7469650472713221835</id><published>2008-02-07T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:42:17.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect life gone sour…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6t7McjcEzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StqpraFNb-Y/s1600-h/Tope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164356851463885618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6t7McjcEzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StqpraFNb-Y/s200/Tope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were still some blood stains on the wall. It was a cold and dark night as she stared through the chrome bars into the now empty hallway. Early that evening, a fight had broken out over nothing. Some cell mates tried to bully poor Tope as she tried to make her way back to her cell. Luckily, a few sympathetic cell mates came to her rescue but sustained casualties in the process.&lt;br /&gt;Disbelief was written all over Tope’s face. ‘How did I go from being daddy’s little girl to now sitting in a cell?” how did my extremely bright future after making all A’s in high school come to this?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tope was just a victim of life. Her dreams were larger than life but ‘life happened’. Tope trusted those she looked up to and lost out in the end. She was defrauded by her own brother of her hard earned savings, turned away by her own cousin who she raised since he was 3 and daddy had just passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her classes at school had been dropped due to non payment. Her car was to be repossessed tomorrow and she was down to her last dollar. This time she was pushed too far. After returning home from the courthouse again trying to sue her undeserving brother, she stood by the kitchen table to cool off with a glass of cold water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then her boyfriend stepped in at the wrong time. Maybe not the wrong time but he certainly spoke the wrong words. “Where is my dinner?” he yelled. Tope froze for a second, picked up the knife and ………&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7469650472713221835?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7469650472713221835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7469650472713221835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/02/perfect-life-gone-sour.html' title='Perfect life gone sour…'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R6t7McjcEzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/StqpraFNb-Y/s72-c/Tope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6508800670265184945</id><published>2008-01-17T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:17:47.736-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>I am scared...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4_FyQr4gWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ofTaiT140Rs/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4_FyQr4gWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ofTaiT140Rs/s200/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156557565625663842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Dear reader, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;Jessica walked into an empty church building one Tuesday evening, walked straight to the altar and fell on her knees. In the very faint voice, she prayed. “Lord, I am scared. I have been scared for a long time. I have been scared I may not reach my goals. I put my all on the line and it seems my all is not good enough. I am scared that I was given a great opportunity and I didn’t make the most of it. I am scared that although I have the brains to do well in school, I missed an opportunity to excel academically. I am scared that although I was offered my dream job, I may not be able to prove myself and will eventually lose it. I am scared that when I meet my dream soul mate, I will not be his dream soul mate. I am scared to meet with some of my peers who utilized their opportunities and have now left me behind. I am scared that my hope hinges on others coming to my rescue. I am scared that your promises are yet to come to pass in my life.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;We are all scared of something. The question I am throwing out is, how do we deal with these fears? Do we share with those close to us? Should we run to God? Should we live in fear? Or do we just give up?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6508800670265184945?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6508800670265184945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6508800670265184945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-scared.html' title='I am scared...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4_FyQr4gWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ofTaiT140Rs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8443621090475257538</id><published>2008-01-16T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:48:36.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FUTURE AWARDS 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sdQr4gSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RH6sHjj0HYo/s1600-h/DBanj_giving_his_appreciation_speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sdQr4gSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RH6sHjj0HYo/s200/DBanj_giving_his_appreciation_speech.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156177873336828194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sjwr4gUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sVI5mzzY4MM/s1600-h/th_36981_Essence8_Segun_Obe_and_Ego_delivering_the_Anthem_Special_122_919lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sjwr4gUI/AAAAAAAAAJM/sVI5mzzY4MM/s200/th_36981_Essence8_Segun_Obe_and_Ego_delivering_the_Anthem_Special_122_919lo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156177985005977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sgwr4gTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/miK04iCYrYo/s1600-h/TY_Bello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sgwr4gTI/AAAAAAAAAJE/miK04iCYrYo/s200/TY_Bello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156177933466370354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE WINNERS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Best Use of Technology (Dele Odufuye)&lt;br /&gt;Artist of the Year (Oghenekaro 'Karo' Okporiereie)&lt;br /&gt;Best Use of Advocacy (Toyosi Akerele)&lt;br /&gt;Magazine of the Year (Soundcity Blast)&lt;br /&gt;Best Use of Goodwill (Omowunmi Agagu)&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur of the Year (Bukola Adubi)&lt;br /&gt;On-Air Personality of the Year (Gbemi Olateru-Olagbegi of Cool FM)&lt;br /&gt;Music Producer of the Year (ID Cabassa)&lt;br /&gt;Professional of the Year (Ikechukwu Ochonohor, of Fedex)&lt;br /&gt;Screen Producer of the Year (Mak Kusare)&lt;br /&gt;Journalist of the Year (Abdulkareem Baba Aminu, of Daily Trust)&lt;br /&gt;Entrepreneur of the Year [Beauty&amp;amp;Style] (Banke Meshida-Lawal)&lt;br /&gt;Actor of the Year (Ali Nuhu, who was in Sitanda)&lt;br /&gt;Musician of the Year, (D’banj)&lt;br /&gt;Young Person of the Year (Chimamanda Adichie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOZ8CurxgYU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOZ8CurxgYU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8443621090475257538?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8443621090475257538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8443621090475257538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/future-awards-2008.html' title='THE FUTURE AWARDS 2008'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R45sdQr4gSI/AAAAAAAAAI8/RH6sHjj0HYo/s72-c/DBanj_giving_his_appreciation_speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8815620140105719544</id><published>2008-01-15T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:39:31.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You disgust me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R40oCQr4gPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HTRJ8oYSMkE/s1600-h/tosin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R40oCQr4gPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HTRJ8oYSMkE/s200/tosin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155821167712960754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear reader,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tosin fell asleep one afternoon after helping a friend move and had a strange dream. He was very exhausted from going up and down the steps lifting tables, chairs and other furniture. He really wanted to help but later grumbled in his mind as he realized there was more furniture to be moved than his friend earlier told him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In his dream, he found himself in a strange place. Suddenly, God appeared to him and said he wanted to show him some of his latest creations. In one hand, God had a book and in the other a tool box. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they walked, God asked him to look to the left and he saw a big plain object. It was like some type of screen but very unique and played a movie. It was like nothing he had seen before. He saw this young man running out of his home late for work Tosin supposed. He jumped into his car and sped down the street almost brushing the side of another car. What an impatient man Tosin thought. He cursed at the driver who mistakenly caught him off and finally pulled into his office parking lot. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He walked hurriedly into the building without saying hello to anyone. A few people nodded to acknowledge his presence but they were rudely ignored. He was late for a meeting Tosin supposed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The meeting lasted only 10 minutes as he stormed out because his views were not heard. Tosin shook his head in disappointment. Can he be any more immature Tosin thought? He got back to his desk, shouted across the room for a cup of coffee and placed his stylish shoes on the table. A young intern walked in and served him coffee. He grabbed the cup, took a sip and went back on his computer. No thank you. Tosin was done watching this ingrate of a being and took a few steps away to look at other creations. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As Tosin left he asked, “God, what was that creation called anyways?” “A mirror”, God replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joba Adekanmbi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8815620140105719544?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8815620140105719544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8815620140105719544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-disgust-me.html' title='You disgust me...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R40oCQr4gPI/AAAAAAAAAIk/HTRJ8oYSMkE/s72-c/tosin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4726184734547213607</id><published>2008-01-14T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:44:15.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odunaiya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribute'/><title type='text'>Tribute to my Uncle…I HEARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4utdgr4gOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MSdR1EkfNoA/s1600-h/bro+simi%27s+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4utdgr4gOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MSdR1EkfNoA/s200/bro+simi%27s+picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155404920957468898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard you were very vibrant and always full of life. I heard you always sped down the hill heading back to Lagos from our ancestral home. I heard you were always the center of attention. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard your time in college in London was a blast. I heard you earned the title ‘&lt;i style=""&gt;Amuludun (life of the party) of London’&lt;/i&gt;. I heard no parties were thrown without you. I heard you painted the town red. I heard the ladies couldn’t get enough of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard you made your mistakes as a young man. I also heard you came fighting back after some initial setbacks. I heard you attained incredible success as a young man and fame in your early years. I heard songs were written about you. I heard people came to you in their thousands for assistance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard the loss of your mom at a young age left you bruised for a long time. Nobody deserves to endure such a loss. No one is ever prepared for such a reality. Too harsh to describe, too unreal to accept and too difficult to leave behind...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard you did your best to live up to incredible expectations and fill the shoes of your father – shoes that most of us may have to work a lifetime to fill. I heard you rebelled against his religion as a young man. I heard you eventually found your way back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I heard when the rough times hit. I heard when the oceans of life rose and thunders of challenges rolled against you. I heard you did your best to stay calm under lots of pressure. I heard you were down but never showed it. I heard you never lost the fight in you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And just yesterday, I sat through a service of songs in your honor, and I heard…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Omo mi, Simileoluwa, ti wale wa simi. [My son, ‘Simileoluwa which translates Rest in God’ has come home to rest] &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dedicated to Prince Simileoluwa Afolabi Odunaiya&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joba Adekanmbi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4726184734547213607?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4726184734547213607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4726184734547213607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-my-unclei-heard.html' title='Tribute to my Uncle…I HEARD!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4utdgr4gOI/AAAAAAAAAIc/MSdR1EkfNoA/s72-c/bro+simi%27s+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6487455721018023293</id><published>2008-01-10T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T10:49:55.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iraq'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>I’m lonely and h…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Y-gAr4gLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2LQVdm1OWpU/s1600-h/war2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Y-gAr4gLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2LQVdm1OWpU/s200/war2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153875543232905394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a deep silence. She was very sure that she heard something but what was it. The big clock read 11:59pm. All alone with her 18 month old baby and his daddy had been gone for a few months. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She remembered Betty her neighbor, who was almost stabbed to death last week. They say Betty was found with her bible in hand. Her attacker was never caught. No motive was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Y-bgr4gKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/olI2Bp5Jiwo/s1600-h/war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Y-bgr4gKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/olI2Bp5Jiwo/s200/war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153875465923494050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;established. All they know is she was a kind lady and now she is hospitalized. She realizes she had something in common with Betty. They both lived alone with their young babies.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There goes the sound again. Another dead silence follows. She reached slowly for her phone but before she begins to dial, she remembers it stopped working a few minutes ago. The rain had affected the phone lines.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;i style=""&gt;I wish you were here Sam, she whispers in a faint voice. Why did you have to leave? You know I need you more than the Army does. When are you coming back? What are you even fighting for?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She remembers the good old days when she would cuddle all night with Sam without a care in the world. How he would rock the baby to sleep and wake her up to a breakfast in bed. He was her everything and now she felt so alone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The door down the hallway makes a squeaky noise. She picks up the broom, holds her 18 month baby tight and walks toward the door. It opens very slowly. She stands still gripped with fear. The door stops halfway. She is still motionless and whispers a prayer. &lt;i style=""&gt;“Our father who art in heaven….” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;…Thanks to the misleading War in Iraq, so many spouses of the serving soldiers are very lonely and scared. Scared of receiving news of death, scared of not being able to cope with all the responsibility alone, scared when alone at night and scared that their young children may never know their fathers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The decision of a few individuals to engage in a senseless battle has left unimaginable effects on countless lives. This is only one of too many instances. Be careful the decisions you make, someone’s life is being affected.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11;"  &gt;Joba Adekanmbi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6487455721018023293?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6487455721018023293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6487455721018023293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-lonely-and-h.html' title='I’m lonely and h…'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Y-gAr4gLI/AAAAAAAAAII/2LQVdm1OWpU/s72-c/war2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-239402364535326942</id><published>2008-01-09T10:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:36:20.967-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old man death kenya nigeria grateful green passport'/><title type='text'>The old man is dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Tpagr4gHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XfLL1HEgKSM/s1600-h/old-man-laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Tpagr4gHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XfLL1HEgKSM/s200/old-man-laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153500515278553202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“I watched helplessly as the blood dripped from his skull. The cut from the machete was so deep; too deep to imagine. It went right into his head and left an open cut. Death was lurking around the corner for this unsuspecting old man. What was his crime? He looked so innocent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;This old man, probably above 70 went for his daily walk down the street. He probably enjoyed the gentle breeze for the moment it lasted. He probably thought about his grand kids who would be spending the New Year’s at his humble quarters. Suddenly, the rioters came from everywhere; waving guns, machetes and other weapons in protest. Within minutes, he was dead!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By now, we’ve all heard about the sad violence in Kenya. My heart goes out to all who lost loved ones in the unnecessary violence. All because of elections that were flawed; is violence the answer though? Wouldn’t the over 1000 dead people have rather lived under a government that was not properly elected? What has been gained in their death?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Families displaced, lives lost, livelihoods lost, and infrastructure destroyed. I feel sorry for those that will fall victim to miscreants making rounds to steal, rape women and exploit the helpless that are displaced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It made me think hard and really thank God for my dear country Nigeria. We all know our April 2007 elections were flawed but for a change, our leaders headed to the election tribunals and courts to seek justice instead of unleashing violence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A food for thought to all Nigerians; as bad as it may seem, we are making progress and well ahead of others.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We should always remember, no matter how bad things may seem there is someone less fortunate than us out there whose prayer is to be where we are.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Joba Adekanmbi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-239402364535326942?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/239402364535326942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/239402364535326942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/old-man-is-dead.html' title='The old man is dead...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4Tpagr4gHI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XfLL1HEgKSM/s72-c/old-man-laughing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2840193601328559959</id><published>2008-01-07T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:45:02.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joba'/><title type='text'>My love adventure...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KUTQr4f7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Npk147UA3Y4/s1600-h/a1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KUTQr4f7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Npk147UA3Y4/s200/a1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152843982282719154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how we all dream of the perfect relationship? Isn't it amazing how everyday is an informal interview of our potential soul mate whenever we run into people we are physically attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me, its been an up and down ride. I once created a long list of what i want in a woman and slowly shrunk down my list as i realized it was impossible to find Miss Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently admitted how picky i can get when i meet ladies. Its sad to admit that i find someone who is lovable, funny, intelligent, goal oriented and believes the same things but NO...i begin to make excuses on why she isn't the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's too short, too skinny, not business savvy, too religious, not religious enough, doesn't understand my culture....blah blah blah....do i have commitment issues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if 2008 lays these issues to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2840193601328559959?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2840193601328559959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2840193601328559959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-love-adventure.html' title='My love adventure...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KUTQr4f7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Npk147UA3Y4/s72-c/a1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8621406013050591937</id><published>2008-01-07T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:11:54.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008...time for a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KVlQr4f8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/q6lTxJks_0g/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KVlQr4f8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/q6lTxJks_0g/s200/balloon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152845391031992258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all, last year was a really eventful year that went by super fast. As everyone else, i had lots of big hopes and dreams for the year. Looking back at 07, i see that i was able to accomplish some of my goals, while others went unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my goals are a lot more realistic and achievable, i am focusing on the little things that count...God, family, relationships, order and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to update this blog everyday in 08. Already lost some days, so i have to play catchup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy a blessed year everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8621406013050591937?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8621406013050591937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8621406013050591937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008time-for-new-beginning.html' title='2008...time for a new beginning'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/R4KVlQr4f8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/q6lTxJks_0g/s72-c/balloon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6939239576493431802</id><published>2007-11-13T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:56:00.111-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reuben'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9ice nigeria artiste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 191);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6939239576493431802?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6939239576493431802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6939239576493431802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-for-laughs.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-684071144719784301</id><published>2007-11-06T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:56:16.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The finer things in life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RzDVJpJvpII/AAAAAAAAAGE/qQKhxHovgeM/s1600-h/movado-fiero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RzDVJpJvpII/AAAAAAAAAGE/qQKhxHovgeM/s320/movado-fiero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129834337217258626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RzDU55JvpHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bF8Yrktd0iE/s1600-h/LambourghiniX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RzDU55JvpHI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bF8Yrktd0iE/s320/LambourghiniX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129834066634318962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-684071144719784301?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/684071144719784301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/684071144719784301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/11/finer-things-in-life.html' title='The finer things in life...'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RzDVJpJvpII/AAAAAAAAAGE/qQKhxHovgeM/s72-c/movado-fiero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4291905389530758533</id><published>2007-11-02T09:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:58:07.480-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nigerian artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eldee'/><title type='text'>Eldee the don</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyssyXF54NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K8wNvIhJ-z0/s1600-h/eldee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyssyXF54NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K8wNvIhJ-z0/s320/eldee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128241844395303122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOTE for eLDee's "Champion" Video online at the Channel O Spirit of Africa Music Awards!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eLDee has been nominated for an award in the "best hip-hop video" category of the Spirit of Africa Music Video Awrads. Please take a moment to visit the Channel O website, register online and vote for eLDee's "Champion" video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate every vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mnet.co.za/ChannelO//shows/?id=98&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4291905389530758533?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4291905389530758533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4291905389530758533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/11/eldee-don.html' title='Eldee the don'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyssyXF54NI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K8wNvIhJ-z0/s72-c/eldee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8063993326206656597</id><published>2007-10-31T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:25:41.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='business'/><title type='text'>This weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjWfnF54MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NA_2BGcSpkc/s1600-h/ajayi1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjWfnF54MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NA_2BGcSpkc/s320/ajayi1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127584014319345858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:6;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:        November 1st- 4th 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 10pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venue:        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.internationalbizconference.com%2Fvenue.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Key Bridge        Marriott, Arlington VA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;1401 Lee Highway Arlington, VA 22209        Phone: 703-524-6400&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;To receive the special online rate of $109.00 per night,        please be sure to enter the code &lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ibsibsa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; When making reservations by phone, please mention        the above code or&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The 4th        International Business Womens Conference"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.        Reservations can be made only on request. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please visit &lt;a href="https://webmailcluster.perfora.net/xml/deref?link=http%3A%2F%2Fmarriott.com%2Fhotels%2Ftravel%2Fwaskb-key-bridge-marriott%2F%3Fvpccat%3Dbrand%26ppc%3Deastern_google_waskb%26vpckey%3Dkey-bridge-marriott" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Key Bridge Marriott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for        reservations or for more information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8063993326206656597?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8063993326206656597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8063993326206656597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend!!!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjWfnF54MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NA_2BGcSpkc/s72-c/ajayi1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4025198453835251711</id><published>2007-10-31T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:11:45.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9ice nigeria artiste'/><title type='text'>9ice - with proverbial lyrics and unique style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjSXHF54JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z_AmITpVsFM/s1600-h/nice9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjSXHF54JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z_AmITpVsFM/s320/nice9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127579470243946642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist 9ice, (born Abolore Akande on the 17th of January) known for his versatility, proverbial lyrics and unique style started his singing and writing career at the age of fourteen. Justifiable tagged “the hit maker”, 9ice conveys with his music, a new ethnic flavor and eclectic style that is uniquely his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4025198453835251711?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4025198453835251711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4025198453835251711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/9ice-with-proverbial-lyrics-and-unique.html' title='9ice - with proverbial lyrics and unique style'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjSXHF54JI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z_AmITpVsFM/s72-c/nice9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7558424991011449290</id><published>2007-10-31T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:03:39.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT or NOT?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjRI3F54II/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xr-oRbk0Qs8/s1600-h/k4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjRI3F54II/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xr-oRbk0Qs8/s320/k4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127578125919182978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjRFHF54HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U-dbNfa2kA0/s1600-h/k5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjRFHF54HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/U-dbNfa2kA0/s320/k5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127578061494673522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjP83F54DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3Annm_eZxjg/s1600-h/kokui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjP83F54DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/3Annm_eZxjg/s320/kokui.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576820249124914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT AVAILABLE THOUGH :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7558424991011449290?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7558424991011449290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7558424991011449290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/hot-or-not.html' title='HOT or NOT?'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjRI3F54II/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xr-oRbk0Qs8/s72-c/k4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-6517602349508674139</id><published>2007-10-31T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:50:54.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olu maintain yahoozee nigeria artiste'/><title type='text'>Featuring Olu Maintain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjFTXF538I/AAAAAAAAADU/x6RJpXm3AQM/s1600-h/Olu+maintain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 104px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjFTXF538I/AAAAAAAAADU/x6RJpXm3AQM/s320/Olu+maintain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127565112168275906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;" class="orangetext15"&gt;About Olu Maintain Reloaded&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 490px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 106px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style=""&gt;   &lt;td style="padding: 2.25pt; width: 326.25pt;" valign="top" width="435"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Latest Album - Yahoozee - Was released May 14th ! Oh there   is a yahoozee remix.....Feat : Krazzy, Da FolZ &amp;amp; Benzee ! CHECK OUT THE   OFFICIAL VIDEO !!!! For more info on Mr. Olu Maintain Reloaded please contact   Victoria Adigun, publicist at globalrelations1@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-6517602349508674139?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6517602349508674139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/6517602349508674139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/featuring-olu.html' title='Featuring Olu Maintain'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjFTXF538I/AAAAAAAAADU/x6RJpXm3AQM/s72-c/Olu+maintain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-129032181814096385</id><published>2007-10-31T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T03:18:23.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young producer and CEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Rygr7HF536I/AAAAAAAAAC8/f6VYlCR8QlA/s1600-h/8112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 83px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Rygr7HF536I/AAAAAAAAAC8/f6VYlCR8QlA/s320/8112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127396470277398434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8112 Studios - is a unique, driven, and resourceful video production company who've worked on various projects commercial and non commercial, as well as documentaries, and broadcast television.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-129032181814096385?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/129032181814096385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/129032181814096385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/young-producer-and-ceo.html' title='Young producer and CEO'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Rygr7HF536I/AAAAAAAAAC8/f6VYlCR8QlA/s72-c/8112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1339038409622927657</id><published>2007-10-30T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:29:26.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1339038409622927657?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1339038409622927657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1339038409622927657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/nigerian-made-helicopter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1620394827340996986</id><published>2007-10-30T17:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:50:01.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Estella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryem93F531I/AAAAAAAAACU/AIzOKdm57HE/s1600-h/Estella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryem93F531I/AAAAAAAAACU/AIzOKdm57HE/s320/Estella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127250282475544402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Estella Ogbonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2001&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Asians, Caucasians and Hispanics alike find themselves flocking to the design studio of Estella Couture, the Nigerian fashion designer whose intricate creations have graced the runways of the prestigious New York Fashion week shows. While the road has not been easy, Estella is focused on becoming an internationally renowned name in fashion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1620394827340996986?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1620394827340996986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1620394827340996986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-estella.html' title='Introducing Estella!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryem93F531I/AAAAAAAAACU/AIzOKdm57HE/s72-c/Estella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-5094413014970463685</id><published>2007-10-30T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:14:21.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AdamsBalls.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjT_XF54KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d9cTDJQHWog/s1600-h/Adams+balls+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjT_XF54KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d9cTDJQHWog/s320/Adams+balls+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581261245309090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyelTXF53wI/AAAAAAAAABs/IM8bal1cOL4/s1600-h/adams3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-5094413014970463685?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5094413014970463685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/5094413014970463685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/adamsballscom.html' title='AdamsBalls.com'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjT_XF54KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/d9cTDJQHWog/s72-c/Adams+balls+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2857669337714502440</id><published>2007-10-30T17:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:50:45.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Doc Nwosu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenLHF532I/AAAAAAAAACc/-aZqmRyik1E/s1600-h/Doc+Nwosu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenLHF532I/AAAAAAAAACc/-aZqmRyik1E/s320/Doc+Nwosu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127250510108811106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okenwa R. Nwosu, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1995&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He left &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as a teenager, an unlikely survivor of a senseless war, but Dr. Okenwa Nwosu is living proof that even in the most disheartening and discouraging situation, perseverance can prevail. The successful doctor and family man is constantly working to not only better himself, but to enhance the lives of many others as well&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2857669337714502440?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2857669337714502440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2857669337714502440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-doc-nwosu.html' title='Introducing Doc Nwosu!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenLHF532I/AAAAAAAAACc/-aZqmRyik1E/s72-c/Doc+Nwosu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8154008130734636901</id><published>2007-10-30T17:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:50:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Ope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryemh3F530I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bw8EnGNki-E/s1600-h/Ope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryemh3F530I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bw8EnGNki-E/s320/Ope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127249801439207234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Opeyemi Elizabeth Fadoju&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1996&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This young talent displays the joyful exuberance of an adolescent embarking upon that transition from girl to young woman. An extremely gifted dancer, Ope has grown up in an environment where her family does their best to instill traditional Nigerian values into her character &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8154008130734636901?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8154008130734636901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8154008130734636901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-ope.html' title='Introducing Ope!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryemh3F530I/AAAAAAAAACM/Bw8EnGNki-E/s72-c/Ope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2573557913270614671</id><published>2007-10-30T17:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:47:18.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Pastor T!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyemXXF53zI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y5WJkqxfmNg/s1600-h/Pastor+Tola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyemXXF53zI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y5WJkqxfmNg/s320/Pastor+Tola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127249621050580786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pastor Tola Odutola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 40+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1996&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leader of one of the most successful Nigerian churches in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Pastor Tola knows what it’s like to balance the demands of the moral world he oversees with the challenges and responsibilities of life outside the church walls&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2573557913270614671?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2573557913270614671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2573557913270614671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-pastor-t.html' title='Introducing Pastor T!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyemXXF53zI/AAAAAAAAACE/Y5WJkqxfmNg/s72-c/Pastor+Tola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1461901294188430040</id><published>2007-10-30T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:51:49.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Apexx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenXHF533I/AAAAAAAAACk/BXBpRxUcoLI/s1600-h/Apexx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenXHF533I/AAAAAAAAACk/BXBpRxUcoLI/s320/Apexx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127250716267241330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;APEXX Members:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Al Ameen Oridedi (Yomi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2001&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Folayimi Oyeneyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2004&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Alfa Chukwu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2004&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Je’Vaughna Pemberton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The APEXX Clique knows the true meaning of the word “hustle.” These aspiring stars have it all cut out for them: the talent, the drive and the unique style that makes them a refreshing addition to the Nigerian-American music scene. They are willing to do whatever it takes to achieve their goal and leave their stamp on the entertainment world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1461901294188430040?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1461901294188430040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1461901294188430040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-apexx.html' title='Introducing Apexx!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyenXHF533I/AAAAAAAAACk/BXBpRxUcoLI/s72-c/Apexx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3975677268205802044</id><published>2007-10-30T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:52:44.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Shoboy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryenk3F534I/AAAAAAAAACs/QalVGvj3yTs/s1600-h/Shoboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryenk3F534I/AAAAAAAAACs/QalVGvj3yTs/s320/Shoboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127250952490442626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Rasheed Hammed Shobayo "Shoboy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Separated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1987&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The man with the “Bomb Beats,” Shoboy’s affinity for music blends seamlessly with his unwavering dedication to his Nigerian culture. He may be a loyal fan of rap mogul Dr. Dre, but that will never change Shoboy’s&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;allegiance to pounded yam and egusi soup &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3975677268205802044?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3975677268205802044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3975677268205802044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-shoboy.html' title='Introducing Shoboy!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryenk3F534I/AAAAAAAAACs/QalVGvj3yTs/s72-c/Shoboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1425314720891588384</id><published>2007-10-30T17:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:14:55.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Chioma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjGEXF539I/AAAAAAAAADc/kHtT3ZvMsz0/s1600-h/Chioma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjGEXF539I/AAAAAAAAADc/kHtT3ZvMsz0/s320/Chioma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127565953981865938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Chioma Dike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2002&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Along with her partner Sade, Chioma is well on her way to establishing a successful events management company that dabbles in everything from stylish mixers to political parties&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1425314720891588384?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1425314720891588384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1425314720891588384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-chioma.html' title='Introducing Chioma!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjGEXF539I/AAAAAAAAADc/kHtT3ZvMsz0/s72-c/Chioma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-959143043099705566</id><published>2007-10-30T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:52:15.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Angela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjO1nF54AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xN9oiSwv9Lo/s1600-h/Angela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjO1nF54AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xN9oiSwv9Lo/s320/Angela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127575596183445506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Angela Awonaike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1991&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Angela’s sweet demeanor belies the tough, fighting spirit that this runway diva possesses. Her desire to stand out as a formidable talent in the modeling industry is the driving force behind her commitment to pursue her dreams&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-959143043099705566?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/959143043099705566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/959143043099705566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-angela.html' title='Introducing Angela!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjO1nF54AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xN9oiSwv9Lo/s72-c/Angela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-4571852285063919489</id><published>2007-10-30T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:56:31.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Loveth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjP1HF54CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HdlBtjbvms8/s1600-h/Loveth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjP1HF54CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HdlBtjbvms8/s320/Loveth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127576687105138722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Loveth Ayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2003&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faced with the reality of working multiple jobs to survive in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Loveth’s passion for the culinary arts and devout Christian beliefs motivate her day by day, and serve as an inspiration to those who are so easily daunted by life’s obstacles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-4571852285063919489?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4571852285063919489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/4571852285063919489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-loveth.html' title='Introducing Loveth!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjP1HF54CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HdlBtjbvms8/s72-c/Loveth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-2249231099478137352</id><published>2007-10-30T17:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:15:08.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Officer Sodimu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjUM3F54LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ON3aM0p1TAc/s1600-h/Officer+Sodimu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjUM3F54LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ON3aM0p1TAc/s320/Officer+Sodimu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127581493173543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Kayode Ayodeji Sodimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1980&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Officer Sodimu’s twin personalities of a law-enforcing citizen and thrill-seeking biker are an exciting match for the show’s debut season. A husband and father, he has survived near-death incidents on the streets of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;DC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, while supporting his family, and feeding his fetish for the fast lane&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-2249231099478137352?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2249231099478137352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/2249231099478137352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-officer-sodimu.html' title='Introducing Officer Sodimu!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjUM3F54LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ON3aM0p1TAc/s72-c/Officer+Sodimu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-1794353243064450394</id><published>2007-10-30T17:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:54:19.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Obi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjPJHF54BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N4iUnZcX0Mw/s1600-h/Obi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjPJHF54BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N4iUnZcX0Mw/s320/Obi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127575931190894610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Anyanwu Obiora Uzoamakah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Age:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Marital Status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;When did you leave &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 2004&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Obi’s extroverted demeanor and edgy, hip hop flair convinced the judges that he had a story to tell. Student by day and hip-hop artist in-the-making by night, Obi’s turbulent past has become a source of material for his musical projects, and a motivating factor for him to succeed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-1794353243064450394?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1794353243064450394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/1794353243064450394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/introducing-obi.html' title='Introducing Obi!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyjPJHF54BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N4iUnZcX0Mw/s72-c/Obi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-3485656060576487148</id><published>2007-10-30T17:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:18:43.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryefl3F53lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B3Q5jTNZY3A/s1600-h/GP+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryefl3F53lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B3Q5jTNZY3A/s320/GP+banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127242173577289298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-3485656060576487148?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3485656060576487148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/3485656060576487148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/Ryefl3F53lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/B3Q5jTNZY3A/s72-c/GP+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-8202521599246716851</id><published>2007-10-30T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T14:52:39.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr GP is in the building!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyefB3F53kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oDkSzQAvXMg/s1600-h/Corporate+Joba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyefB3F53kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oDkSzQAvXMg/s320/Corporate+Joba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127241555101998658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all! Mr GP just stepped in. Let the fun begin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-8202521599246716851?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8202521599246716851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/8202521599246716851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/mr-gp-is-in-building.html' title='Mr GP is in the building!'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/RyefB3F53kI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oDkSzQAvXMg/s72-c/Corporate+Joba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1545929424735632919.post-7356936312759319259</id><published>2007-10-30T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:59:22.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Passport Reality TV show</title><content type='html'>GP is a documentary based reality TV show about Nigerians in America. It highlights the struggles of Nigerian immigrants and also their contribution to the American society.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1545929424735632919-7356936312759319259?l=greenpassport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7356936312759319259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1545929424735632919/posts/default/7356936312759319259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greenpassport.blogspot.com/2007/10/green-passport-reality-tv-show.html' title='Green Passport Reality TV show'/><author><name>Jay Baltimore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10003518947352033395</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pjr04i9HJGU/TFjoOPWbg8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/9VFSgW9fSXA/S220/mail.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
