From: Emlyn O'regan (email@example.com)
Date: Wed Jan 23 2002 - 19:35:25 MST
Lol! Well Jeff, you asked. Whew, what a life.
Thanks for that, I for one wasn't expecting it.
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Arona Ndiaye [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org]
> Sent: Thursday, 24 January 2002 10:50
> To: email@example.com
> Subject: Re: New member: Arona Ndiaye
> Greetings !!!
> I indeed live in the Netherlands.
> I was born in Paris, lived in France ( Normandy in the North:
> cows + rain +
> more cows ... ) until the age of 8. My grandma who raised me,
> decided to die
> one day while I was on holidays in Senegal ( most western
> point in Africa.
> The capital is Dakar ). So I stayed in Senegal ( being a
> ping-pong ball
> between my divorced parents: dad Psychologist, mum business
> woman ) for 13
> years. My mum is half French/half Senegalese, her name is the
> name I bear.
> According to my grandfather, my name ( NDIAYE) is directly
> linked to the
> ruling family of kings a millennia ago. Tribe would be a mix
> of Wolof and
> Serere and maybe Toucouleur. In 1994 I had my A-levels or the French
> equivalent of it. I was 21, did not want to go to University.
> I first wanted
> to cover the war in Rwanda as a photographer. Mum said:
> "Forget it". So I
> went to London. Lived there for a few years. Very nasty car
> crash in 1996,
> girlfriend was driving, her brother + g/f in the back. I am the sole
> survivor. Right lung got 'slightly' damaged, part of my knees
> Verdict: you'll live but we need to operate your lung; on the
> other hand,
> you will never walk again. I laughed at them. Lung got fixed,
> got myself some
> new cyborg(half) knees and went to spend some time with the
> mother of my g/f
> in some huge castle in Scotland. Private nurse team etc....
> Used to wait till
> everyone was asleep, would roll in my chair (it's got wheels
> and you use one
> when you cannot use your legs, dunno what it's called.... oh !!!! a
> wheelchair =) to the pool outside and would throw myself in
> the water. 6
> weeks later, I could feel below my knees again. Two weeks
> more and I was
> standing up. By the end of 1997 I was given 18 months to
> live. Born premature
> (5 month + 28 days ), 965 grams. Right lung stopped growing
> when I was 13 or
> so. It so happened that my pulmonary capacity was decreasing
> in a constant
> fashion. Doctors said: "by mid 1998 you'll need to carry
> oxygen supplies on
> you. My then pregnant girlfriend swallowed 40 valiums: g/f
> gone, so was the
> baby. Called a friend in Amsterdam: I'm loosing it. Can i pop
> ? Got there,
> took the first job I could find: tech support for Palm
> Computing. Smoked 20
> joints/day, spent my weekends with MDMA and Uk-Garage in
> clubs. Stopped all
> medication and got ready to die hehehe. Hasn't happened yet.
> That's how I got
> to Holland. If I bore some of you: apologies.
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