Men are more/equally emotional as.....

Its said big men don't cry...at the same time, its said, men are just big babies...and aren't babies meant to cry..hmm..paradoxical, right?

Society has raised us up to believe that a man should be a cold being with no sense of emotion or affection. That one should not tear up,  never FALL  in love, just TRIP in love..he he...and thus, if ever known to be emotional..a 'weak man' becomes your modern-day brand. Well, I have had the privilege of knowing some egoistic men. Men who believe, yes, in this 21st century, that a woman is a tool of pleasure and not a companion, that women are the ones who are meant to feel, and us, to see and touch...strangely so, it is this hardcore men, who made me realize, rather astonishingly, that men are actually more, if not equally, emotional than women. WHAT!! Did I just say that men are....let me dash off for my own safety...

False: Men are stone-cold hearted beings with no feelings..and that by showing emotion you are weak

Truth: A man who knows how to work around his emotions, is more of a man....(your choice)

'Don't you dare point a finger at me.' Yes..men are more emotional; difference is, men, thanks to such stale norms of society, have believed it is 'un-manly' to communicate so. Lately, we have been witnessing news of policemen shooting themselves over women or a failed deal. If that is not being emotional, you tell me. Menshealth.about.com states that men are 4 times likely to commit suicide than women; masturingmaturity.com, states that 5 men commit suicide for every one woman (population statistics say, the ratio of men to women is 4:1). DO THE MATH!! Therefore, to all men reading this: You may choose to take a gun and shoot yourself, go to a bar and marry a hangover, drive to a brothel and get steamy with a hooker, go silent and let your anger out on strangers, go to a restaurant and harass/ womanize a full kuku-porno...fact still remains...

Am I being delusional, or am I stating something we pretend not to see. Am I weak, or am I stronger by admitting something most men can not. Lets have one thing clear, I am not advocating for a society where men tear up, engulf on chocolate, go on a shopping spree and the likes.that would be insane.I am simply advocating for sanity that will save lives, once society accepts, that it is not unjust for a man to communicate feelings, then may be the police won'y go on shooting themselves. Knowing no woman wants a softy and weak man (can't stand up and fight for her: imagine a man running behind his woman, at the sight of horror..here am talking about a rat). I think all women would appreciate one who connects with her emotionally...thus, "I am man enough to admit I got feelings, smooth enough to express them, bold enough to show them, and most of all, smart enough to work my ego around them." What say you? oh, and dare a man touch my lady in my presence...wacha tu!!

Letter to God

Hindu or Muslim, Christian or whatever you are...God-fearing I is..and with that I share this with you..If it talks to you, do not be shy to say it too. Fatma guided me in this prayer, and I made it mine. Thank you binti.

"Dear  God,

I want you to know that I’m trying. I know you know that but I want to make SURE you know. I know I’m not perfect. Far from it. Sometimes I think not so nice thoughts about others. I complain when I shouldn't. And sometimes I get caught up with wordly crap. It’s so hard, God. And I should know better. And I hate that I’m such a screw up at times. 

But I want you to know that I’m trying. I get discouraged a lot because I don’t know if you hear me. I get upset because all I want is for my light to shine. And sometimes, I feel as if there are so many blockers out there preventing me to do so. I wonder why you've given me such painful trials. And then I question, if THIS is what I'm supposed to be doing. If THIS is where I should be. I ask you to show me and guide me and when I don’t get an immediate response, I gripe and make assumptions.

 

Sorry for that. Am dearly sorry Dad.

Sometimes what you have for me is right in front of my face. And I’m too silly to see that. Or sometimes what you have for me will come in due time. And I’m too impatient to see that. Please help me, God. Please help me focus. When I sit down to do something, please allow me to do it without my mind wandering on to something else. Bless me with patience. Bless me with courage to go after my dreams, or delayed realities as I know them to be. 

Continue blessing my parents. Please, PLEASE bless them with the strength to overcome any turbulence that they may face in the future. They really do not deserve to be hurt or go through any pain whatsoever, and hope they shall live to see more grandchildren…be toothless and have me take them on a second honeymoon. They do deserve it.

Bless my friends as they embark on new chapters, moves, new jobs, marriages, children, entrepreneurial ventures, tapping into their creative outlets, etc etc. Thank you for surrounding me with such wonderful people. For those who never so, I love them so. They are the curving tools in my life, and when my time to join shall come, let them know, I took none of them for granted. NONE!!

Ahem..now that special gal..well well…you know best. I  know we make the best relationship tag team, and will conquer hearts..okay..make that one heart. Thus, with you as my side-kick of Wisdom, add unto me the words of Solomon, and resilience of David. An earthly angel awaits, and a heaven on earth to her awaits..yeah yeah..I know there will be turbulences, but only to make us stronger, and appreciate each other more.

The heaven, can not be likened to yours, as she has to know, there is a better place that awaits her...

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…I don’t think I can say enough to show how much I am grateful.

Your Child,

Babuu."

Aren't you insulting?

Yesterday night was simply revolutionary. Finally, I got to understand the statement "You attract who you are". Having someone challenge, light-up and  educate my school thought in such a simple way was awesome-Fred, giving you due credit..great things await thee my brother. Being a generous chap though, let me share with you the meat of our conversation, other than let you drool over the piece of bone, I would hold by keeping silent....

Have you ever thought, where all these blue-chip companies, successful entrepreneurial stories, items we use, actually come from? You just didn't think of China I hope. It's not in the West, the East or South? It is not in the most prestigious universities either? It all started in a human's being brain. Yep, a human being. Stop looking around as if you are searching for an unknown being...you are one of them. Research says we use 5% of our brains...damn..aren't we just insulting to ourselves. Strangely, you would be offended by one calling you stupid, right? If so, what are you calling yourself then?

False: You are an ordinary being, meant to live an ordinary life-I REBUKE THAT!!

Truth: You are a special being, ,meant to live a special life...to be extra-ordinary..you have to find the extra first!! There is a lot of fire within you...light up!!

A friend told me, that we are short-changed and disadvantaged by virtue of being born in Kenya? Utter Rubbish!! If you got a stinking perspective, then you would end up being a skunk everywhere you go.In your brain, lies great wealth, but disbelief and poor company simply chokes any glimmer of light that would have shone on your path. As a child, you believed you could do the impossible..you even believed you could fly for crying out loud...what changed? Hmm...I equally wonder! Therefore, day in-day out, you keep on insulting yourself, that you lack the capacity to be the best. You have fallen into society's trap, and you are now enslaved and bound by the 'Am not good enough' chains....question is...what will you do about it? Is it too late? Are you satisfied with who you are? Damn, are you a passing norm in society just born to take up space in life as a 'by the way'?

*A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first one is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, the third, full of lions that are yet to consume in three years!! Which room would you choose?* I know mine, do You?

Euuww...you quit?

Good Morning Earthlings....hope your weekend had pure niceness written all over it. Being an upcoming Literature chef...I seek to spice this meal with challenging spices and reality ..so....

Have you Ever Quit? Think about it, have you? Ever thought what would have happened if you gave it another attempt... Abraham Linc..tried six times on a national level to attain his dream, the bulb guy (you know him)...tried more than 900 times to light up your nights in style, and finally did..thus how dare you....just because it did not work out last time, because you gave it 100%...ya right! Unless it is wholly logical:

Remember: Failure is someone who gives up....not an act of dismal performance...simply a quitter. Chose not to be this character, as it is contagious..you never fail...you just slip/trip, learn from it, and become better....

Candle Love Effect!!!

*In Honor of a friend so true: Get Well Soon*

Hmm…love, love, love… YIKES!! This feeling that causes blissful-trauma is beyond explanation, thus I shall not even try to define it. Anhui, I have seen many a people languish in confusion, wondering what or not to do, all in the name of L-factor. Grown men drown themselves in alcohol and cry, some jumping out of buildings, police shooting themselves, cat-fights at entertainment spots…its endless. Well, do I believe in it, that’s a question for another day! Aha, al just put in a small theory for those who are curious; I believe by virtue of Cupid being a baby, then Love should be as simple and honest as a baby-and the occasional whining, should definitely expected, or else, its one major hoax.

A friend of mine, Thomas*, married an earthly-angel early December 2010. Seeking to ice the already delicious cake in honor of the days of courting, a honeymoon in the beautiful coastal lands of Malindi was underway. Nights of love-making and day-time local tourism was the code they lived by (I assume). Miserably so, it was at the hype of this escapade that gloom took them hostage and put them up for a ransom; DEATH, was one willing party, ready to pay up. As he was motorcycle tour, an accident befell him and the Nairobi Hospital Intensive Care Unit has been his confinement to date. (Damn right, I shed a tear for my good friend and would appreciate you taking a short prayer for him)

His current state had me ponder into yonder; doesn’t such a situation bring the desired definition of love to birth. Doesn’t it, doesn’t it? I am wholly petrified to even think of myself in such a state, but who knows what the next minute has in store for any of us. Therefore: What would you do? Would you love him/her so much not let go? Would you have an affair with Mr./Mrs. Doubt and let him/her rot away at the expense of your desires? Would you love him/her the same away, assuming the beauty they so possessed is wiped away? 

Trick affair don’t you think?

The candle withers away as it brings light, sadly so, are the majority of our love encounters. Always starting on a high; endless texting, all-night calls, holding hands and all the mushy stuff people do. (I have also been a culprit of this and damn right, good at it). Main question-how do we keep the candle from withering away? What is the secret, to a relationship lasting decades? Since I plan to have one, I seek your counsel on this grave matter, later on!!

Take your mind on a sad tour, and put yourself in the above shoes (boots for gentlemen, and heels for ladies), and ask yourself whether you would stick around. There you go, you have your answer. I know it is an extreme state, but with the answer lingering on in your mind, you know whether or not, he/she is worthy at all!!

Divorce!-give me half my house!!!

I am not the one being divorced...but I would sure pick the sitting room and the bedroom...assuming also, that  there is a well stocked fridge in either of the rooms.. 

"A Cambodian couple hoping to avoid the country's convoluted divorce process have separated by sawing their house in half, local authorities said Thursday.

Husband Moeun Rim and wife Nhanh divided their house, some 90 kilometers (56 miles) northeast of the capital Phnom Penh, into two parts last month after deciding to separate, Cheach commune chief Vorng Morn told AFP by telephone.

"They agreed to split the house into two parts. The part that belongs to the husband has been removed, but the one that belongs to the wife is standing upright there. She stays there during the daytime," Vorng Morn said.

He said the couple, who are both around 40, decided to split after the husband accused the wife of not taking care of him when he was ill.

He added they divided their land into four parts; two for their son and daughter, and two for them.

 40 years on, and this is what it would lead up to...keep it clean whenever and however you can..if you

are talented at snoring,  let it out early, if you like dipping bread in tea before you eat it, do that on your first date....as they always say...better the devil you...nope. That phrase is utter rubbish!! Why hang out knowingly with a devil in the first place....

ALLERGIC TO AVERAGE!!!

A thought of the word average...just irks me....personally, I even don't think it should be in the dictionary...therefore, this marks the last time I opt to use the word, thus avoid contaminating my blog with the average-deficiency

Who has ever heard of an average-hero, an average-millionaire, an average-achiever...you mention it...think about it...hmm....aha...NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL!! Okay, so I was reading this book, called 'An Enemy Called Average', "loved it",(go get it), and opted to share it with you, in summary.

So, what  is the difference between Rich and wealthy, hero and coward, achiever and looser, bold and nervous...good and best...simple...ATTITUDE.Yeah yeah, I know you have heard it a thousand times...do I really care, NO!!! I want you to LISTEN for the first time. Okie, simple test...take a pen and paper..jolt down the alphabets from A-Z, just like in nursery...give each letter a numerical value, that is 1-26. Replace each letter in the word attitude, with its numerical value, and sum it up...what do you get?.......that's all you need.

Lest you have not seen the movie Gifted Hands,  Ben Carson became the greatest surgeon ever, because his mother pushed him. She made him believe that he had the capacity to be the best at whatever he set his sights on. Now, I am not talking of a miracle, I am talking about a change in attitude. Nurture your kid, to believe he is the best, not arrogant though, and he or she shall make 'great success', an understatement. Sadly so, it all begins with you.

Therefore, if you think you are an average-beauty, an average-student, an average-businessman or woman, yearning for an average-house, with an-average spouse, and have average-kids...permit me to call you naive....and then encourage you that ' If you believe, you can achieve...and that if you have a dream, you are already half way there'

SHAME ON ME!!!

Oh yes, oh yes...damn right, Shame on me. How can I? How could I stand it? Whats in the heavens was I thinking? Am I really that stupid, that naive, such a woos! Hell No!

Pardon my ranting; was listening to a radio show in the morning, and heard a man accept defeat to his wife's cheating habits, and confess that no matter how often she does it, he will stick by her as it was a choice he made. Question is, why cheat? I know society has branded all men to be dogs (to be disputed another day), but women do go wayward, and when they do, its done with swag. Do I mean that women cheat more, no, I am no statistician, just an ardent lover to this rule of law: CHEAT ON ME ONCE, SHAME ON YOU, CHEAT ON ME TWICE, SHAME ON ME, AND ME ALONE!!

I heard them state that a man can not leave his woman because of his ego. That he doesn't want to look like a weakling before the 'boys', having vested so much, that he would rather revenge and at the same time stick to her. Okay, seemingly from my law, it seems like I can put up with it the first time..hmmm...not really, I would just give her room for change; won't forgive, can't forget, but all humans are prone to error...well I may just stick around.

So, how many times would you let him/her cheat to finally throw in the towel, or should I say, the pants?  Holly, Nolly, Bolly and the rest of the Woods around, have gone about justifying cheating as a norm. Okay, I am not saying I am wholly innocent, but personally I believe that 'love isn't group-work'. Been shit sometimes, done some bad things, but at no time have I had more than one official maiden as my boo. Ha ha, ya right, you think? Anhu, this ain't about I, its about you!!

Personally, I deem cheating as a chronic disease that is incurable.I liken it to hitting a spouse; once you do it, angry, insane or drunk, it loses weight in your conscience, and the less heavy it is, the easier it will be to take a whooping of your partner. Thus, whether it demanded of it or not, felt right or not, I don't care....do it to me, I leave you as is. Oh, I know this sounds strange coming from a guy, but soon I shall prove that men are actually more emotional than women. AM NOT!! My heart was stolen, thus I have been left void..ha ha...

What is your count? How many times, is not too many times? Can you take two punches or is it one? Will you let love, over-power reason?

Who'z Killing Who?

A common phrase to a many a citizens of Bumm-ingham ‘I am killing time!’ This statement always puts my mind in a goose-chase, as I wonder whether it us who kill time, or does time kill us! Take a look at the below narrative by Harvey Scott:

“I saw the old thief, Father Time, come ambling down the road, He had a sack upon his back, Lost Minutes were his load. He opened it and showed it to me, not just minutes, but a host of years, decades; a century or more of minutes lost. “ I want to buy a year,” I said, “ And I shall pay you well.”

“ If this earth were finest gold, to you I would not sell, for I have minutes stolen from Kings, from Milton, Shakespear, Bach ( in the context of the 21^st century, Bill Gates, Obama, Zuckerberg, Sultan of Brunei, David Rudisha, Lionel Messi…you name it). How would you buy such precious things, your common gold is TRASH!”

“Farewell, young man, I’ve got my fee.” He said. It then dawned on me, while I tried to make him sell, he stole an hour from me!!!!”

Scintillating don’t you think. This narrative had me lost in thought, battles of conviction resulting to the murder of many ideas and plans I had set forth in life. Looking back, I realized a lot of time was lost, and thus vowed no goon was to ever take this jewel away from me. What good do you do with your time, that if your Today was to start all over again, without an inch of doubt, you would re-live it the same way?  Many people, are victims of rape to procrastination, yeah, rape, because it is simply violation of time. Damn right, be mean with your time, for that which does not add value to you…is simply, and politely, UTTER NONSENSE AND PURE RUBISH!

Time is a jewel more worthy than diamond; talk of a 1^st love, and other than the Supreme Being and Family, then time should be the ideal candidate caressing you in nights so cold, and pampering you in days of sorrow. Be vigilant, be mean, at the same time share, cherish you time and greatness duly awaits you.

As your mind dances to tunes of many thoughts, this blog is an investment of my precious jewel, and I shall not cease to soothe it with undying and timely love.

Pure Niceness

I yearn to make this a habit, and working towards it. This is a poem to a lady who lit me with rays of pure niceness....hope you will see her, as I did


Into words,
I put this buffet of love,
recalling the awesome day,
you blew my sight astray,
HIP-notizing me with ya graceful walk,
making me loss breath in-front of folk,
wholly ass-matic I was,
as my gasps went into temporary stall.

Twas thenceforth evident,
that you were my compliment,
and even a day in heaven,
ad give up to be your patent,
thus shy not and be my firefighter,
and gracefully cool me down,
for I am willing to be your case,
judge me for life in your embrace.

Like a chef you cooked me up,
and took toll as the spice in my life,
as to when you fall ill,
let me be your prescription,
a single dose of me,
and I promise good condition.

Sadly none by mouth,
any of these words I to utter,
avoiding their kidnap by a stammer,
your bliss I to shutter,
thus I promise to be your only spartan,
LOVE YOU!LOVE YOU!LOVE YOU!,
your emotional world ever to flatter.