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.

Blank Cheque

...Its Lengthy....make some coffee and enjoy!!!

Let us take our mind on a little tour, ‘Jennifer is a hardworking lady who has been working for an audit firm for the past five years. Despite the fact that she is excellent in her duties, she has never received a pay-rise. As the years went by, life became meaner, but despite her numerous queries and complaints to the management, nothing happened. One Friday afternoon, Jennifer was called in by her manager; this was after she had sent in her letter of resignation from the company. Having heard her completely, the manager gave her a blank cheque and told her to fill in the amount she thought she was worth. Now, let us personalize Jennifer’s situation and put ourselves in her shoes; how much would you write?

Similar to Jennifer’s situation, so is life generally. Our lives are like the blank cheque given to Jennifer, for one to write an amount they find themselves worth! If you think less of yourself, meaning you are at a range of $ 1, then that is what you will get from life, but if you think you are worth a million dollars, so will it be. The Latin’s summarized all this in the simplest way using the phrase ‘Carpe Diem’ meaning seize the day. Knowing  life is not a rehearsal, we should seize every moment that comes our way. As you have seen above, my emphasis is on seizing a moment, and not an opportunity..... find out the difference!!

Barrack Obama said, “Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we have been waiting for. We are the change we seek.” These words sparked an urge of deep conviction in me that I have what it takes, to be the best. What or whom are you waiting for? Winning is a state of mind, and thus without a winning attitude, all plans you have shall be in vain.

As you hold your blank cheque in hand, pondering how much you think you are worth, I would like to leave you in a situation that will set pace for our next discussion. “You have just entered a lift on the fourth floor. Inside the lift stands Zuckerberg, Donald Trump, Oprah Winfrey or any other high and mighty you adore in your society. They are bound to leave the lift on the fifth floor. You only have 30 seconds of fame. What will you say, or how will you introduce yourself so as to make sure that he or she would crave to see you again, or give you their business card instantly?”  Comment that I may learn from your 30 seconds in the spotlight.  Carpe Diem!!!!