Can you read my mind?

More importantly, do you want to read my mind? I think Facebook does, and I somewhat reluctantly, am acquiescing. I logged onto FB this evening and viola! my home page asks me what's on my mind and honest being my middle name, I say:

MJ is on my mind.

S.t.i.l.l.

I Know.

Blame It On The Boogie. :-)



Sambazaing you much love [sambaza=share]

Mama Shujaa

Comments

  1. UnknownJuly 19, 2009 at 6:33 AM

    I definately hear that! Consider me sambazwad.

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  2. Cynthia PittmannJuly 19, 2009 at 9:21 AM

    What a connection you felt with MJ...he is definitely part of your childhood self. I don't think you will ever lose him. Now you seem to be celebrating! May love surround you! <3

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  3. TamakuJuly 19, 2009 at 10:35 AM

    It really hasn't dawned on me that MJ is 'dead dead', I'll keep it that way I think. It's easier for me. Thanks for all the love!

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  4. Wanjiku MwaurahJuly 20, 2009 at 2:56 AM

    @ Mama shujaa, nimepokea mapenzi hayo... i may be young but he lives on...
    @Tamaku...M.J is not 'dead dead' totally agree with you!

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  5. Hana Njau-OkoloJuly 20, 2009 at 8:35 AM

    Thanks all. And yes, I will never lose MJ.

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  6. BarbaraJuly 22, 2009 at 5:02 PM

    Its hard for him not to remain on the minds of many. My ipod is full of his music and I can never tire of it.

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  7. AnonymousJuly 23, 2009 at 5:04 PM

    Wow how could I ever have forgotten that one. That was a good treat. Reminds me to go look for that Destiny album.
    Karo

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  8. MaithriJuly 23, 2009 at 10:23 PM

    Like always Mama,

    You speak to my heart

    We've all got so much to blame
    on the boogie, ;)

    Nothando (with love), M

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