Mojo (pronounced [ˈməʊˌdʒəʊ] or [ˈmoʊˌdʒoʊ]) is a term commonly encountered in the African-American folk belief called hoodoo. A mojo is a small bag, a type of magic charm, often of red flannel cloth and tied with a drawstring, containing botanical, zoological, and/or mineral curios, petition papers, and the like. It is typically worn under clothing. (courtesy of wikipedia)
i'm not sure if i'm referrin to that defn of 'mojo,' esp. since it's rather specific and not really relevant to the word's colloquial usage. in any case, this post isn't about the varying contexts of the word 'mojo,' but it's about me feelin like i'm losin mine!
onwards: i went to a college alumni cocktail event after work yesterday, and in thinkin about how i related to folks at the event (i didn't go there with anyone) i was reaffirmed in my belief that i'm missin the umph that got me through high school, college, and my early nyc years. while i did strike up the nerve to talk to folks eventually, i felt like only half of me was present.
to top it off, this morning, for some odd reason, i'm going through my friendster testimonials wondering who that person is that people wrote about...cuz i sure as heck miss that pizzazzy person that's successful achieved a state of dormancy within.
hmmm, i guess i'll have to locate that mojo at some point in the near future! perhaps this'll go down when cool peeps visit (i.e., on july 4th)
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