I Might be unto something

 This is my first blog post and I’m just gonna write . It’s taken me about 30 secs to write out the first sentence. I’m Godspower fortune ndubisi zeddicus( just call me zedd), currently a personal trainer and a movement artist ( been itching to use this tagπŸ€“). I’m writing this while working on handstands , just hit my first 20 seconds hold back to wall without touching the wall and I’m elated. I’ve been working on 

getting a static handstands for a while and I can confirm they suck. Why can’t I just jump on my hands and hold like I watch is all these YouTube videos, i should’ve played more as a kid, my wrists fucking hurt, once I can hold this I’d be a god πŸ˜‚ all these and more are the thoughts that swirl around my head almost every session. 

  I love to write but I also have a very fleeting attention span. I’m interested in a lot . I also partially blame fucking social media for the battered attention span plaguing the current generation ( me especially). 

 I’m currently in ghana , which is a lovely country in west Africa, bordered by togo, Ivory Coast and Burkina Faso , my lodging is a simple room equipped with a bed a ceiling fan , a desk and chair and a shelf for folded clothes. 

 Outside tho, now that’s a different story. 

I see skies off blue , overlooking oceans of “blue”? . Standing from my doorstep, my gaze turns to my far right , I see the fishing tribe of Accra , great long boats decorated with flags from a host of countries ( I don’t think the flags hold any patriotic significance, as I can see flags from Spain and Israel and there’s no way I can reconcile any connections between these boats in Accra and those far off lands). To my left is the open sea with two distinctive colors, due to dirt I think. Below me is the beach front ,  sometimes clear and beautiful , glistening and reflective as the sun reflects on the shore , sometimes littered with so much rubbish I refuse to look at it. https://share.icloud.com/photos/023-

 My days are filled with movement. From spinal waves to duck walks , handstands to spilts, lizard crawls and bare knuckled push-ups , I think I’m on to something. https://share.icloud.com/photos/0a7BuinLx-uuw0bJMVxoBLL9Q

I’ve found a boxing gym close to the resort, alas, I have no shoes to bounce around on . Will figure that out and sign up . I’m constantly beating myself up for not taking boxing training seriously , I’ve got potential . 

  Anyways I started writing this blog earlier in the day , it’s nighttime now and I just had dinner ( best jollof rice and chicken in Accra by my standards) . I should go to sleep after this but I probably won’t , been offline most of the day and I can already feel my body yearning for the dopamine rush of YouTube, Twitter, Instagram and whatever I find to fill this nighttime bad habit . 

 I’m making a commitment to writing daily and this blog is gonna be my accountability center. I know I have a lot of information in my head which hasn’t had an outlet for a while, might drop a few gems , who knows😏

 Until next time I bid thee farewellπŸ‘‹.

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