Lovely horoscope…

I don’t follow my horoscope but today it was pretty nice and turned out to be true:

“Your new persona will win you respect. You gain a strong sense of satisfaction from what you hear about yourself and your potential today…”

QUOTE

Saw this on a mat today morning:

Ukiona Elimu ni Ghali jaribu Ujinga
If you think Education is Expensive try Stupidity.

Nice day

MENTAL ASSAULT

by vee

 

Hey you, sitting at the corner!
Scrolling your eyes up & down
my un-participating body!!
Yes you, undressing me, after I dressed
myself so meticulously this morning.
And NO I did not dress like this so that
I can be undressed unceremoniously
by a a lustful mind…
I want to feel good about myself
is that too much to ask for?

 

And you over there!
walking towards me
eyeing my chest as if
it will be your only salvation!
Extending your handshake
ever so cunningly hoping
to rub your palms against my skin
fulfilling your groin’s urges.
Rubbing my back in a ‘hug’
imagining only God knows what…

 

I know that I am beautiful
& that you would oh so love
to do things to me.
But get those vile thoughts
out of your mind…
Step to me & give me
some intelligent conversation…
Find out who I am instead of
brazenly assuming I was put
on this earth just to please you…

 

Don’t whistle at me
Don’t rub up against me
Don’t wink at me
Don’t cat-call me
Don’t imagine any
of your ‘sweet’ mutterings
will sweep me into your waiting kiss…

 

I’m not doing it to you,
so don’t do it to me…
Don’t rape me with your thoughts!!

POEM FOR THE LADIES…

Sista girl you must be tripping
falling head over heels for a man who
don’t love you don’t know God
and don’t wanna do either.

Letting him wine and dine you
a small price to pay to get the
divine & modern-day tale of
casting pearls before swine.

No wonder you figure out men are dogs,
your brokenness his neediness
has brought you to this conclusion.
But ma there is another solution -
After all men are made in the
image of God even if they are delusional
Set higher goals.

Godly ambitious educated brothers do exist
you just can’t see cause your vision’s twisted.
Close your eyes and I’ll paint a picture of a
man who ain’t posted up in clubs trying to get your number.
Who looks at your set of eyes and to predictable others.
Who prays to God for his queen n’ so he ain’t impressed
with hair weaves, short dresses, bling and superficial things.
He knows a dime piece doesn’t come with a price tag on her tail
but virtue in her heart something that he discovered
on his knees before God - not you.

So you want a good man, here is what you do.
Button up that shirt, loosen up those pants
opt for stepping instead of the latest booty dance.
When an unusual suspect comes at you give him a chance.
Kings don’t rock crowns and crowds for what?
They are more secure than that.
Ask God what you need and not your girls
and remember you determine your self-worth
make the necessary sacrifices even when it hurts.

Oh and get dog out of your vocab.
God and his royal priesthood can hear your every word.
To think D-O-G spells M-A-N is beyond absurd - you heard.

Extracted from ~ “I Be” by Grits (Album Dichotomy A)~

HOW TO WRITE ABOUT AFRICA

by Binyavanga Wainaina

Some tips: Sunsets and starvation are good. Always use the word ‘Africa’ or ‘Darkness’ or ‘Safari’ in your title. Subtitles may include the words ‘Zanzibar’, ‘Masai’ ‘Zulu’, ‘Zambezi’, ‘Congo’, ‘Nile’, ‘Big’, ‘Sky’, ‘Shadow’, ‘Drum’, ‘Sun’ or ‘Bygone’. Also useful are words such a ‘Guerrillas’, ‘Timeless’, ‘Primordial’ and ‘Tribal’. Note that ‘People’ means Africans who are not black, while ‘The People means black Africans

Never have a picture of a well-adjusted African on the cover of your book, or in it, unless that African has won the Nobel Prize. An AK-47, prominent ribs, naked breasts: use these. If you must include an African, make sure you get one in Masai or Zulu or Dogon dress….

HOW TO WRITE ABOUT AFRICA

Ooops

On the God’s coincidence apparently it’s already happened, if you follow american dating system ie: 3 secs 2 mins passed 1 am on the 5th of April 2006….
01:02:03 04/05/06

GOD’s COINCIDENCE

Did you know that:

On Thursday, May 4, 2006, at two minutes and three
seconds after 1:00 AM in the morning, the time and
date will be

01:02:03 04/05/06

This sequence will never occur again in your life
time!

WHY I WRITE

I answered to a Kwani? writers forum request “Why I Write” and this is what I sent…

WHY I WRITE…
As a child, writing was a great idea. I wrote down my ABCs, 123s, my name, my surname (even though I have none), my Mother’s name, where we lived, and even my family tree. I then decided to take it up seriously, and I wrote on bedroom walls, living room floors, kitchen tiles, concrete slabs…roads & roadsides. That didn’t get me much acclaim, save for a thrashing on my backside. I had to write for exams - they made me read, read and then read some more before writing only 5% of it down. I managed to survive the system for twelve years; finally I wrote at the Kenya Certificate of Secondary Education, and I swore I would write no more.

But the ink in my blood and the pen in my hand wouldn’t let me be. I have traveled too far, seen too much, read quite a good amount to know that, eventually, I was going to pick up a long time foe. I now write because there is much to be written about, both from my heart and hearth. I write because if I don’t then I’ll have to talk non-stop for the rest of my life, to get everything I think about, dream of and imagine out of my chest. I write because, until I see the words on paper, I won’t know my own worth and potential. I write because I admire those who can paint pictures with words alone, and take to you places in your own mind that you’ve never thought you could go.

I’m a 24-year-old Kenyan woman; it is my chance to write the wrongs that have been written against my country, my people and our future. A country in which, so much goes on yet very little is written about half of it. God forbid we write about hope, happiness, triumph and success of the everyday Kenyan. I want to write about these times – our times. There is so much I can do with a pen and I hope I’ll have the time to put everything I want to say on paper …

I SAID I’LL BE BACK!!!!

I’m not a Terminator fan (infact never watched any of them) incase the title has given you that idea!

Anyway, I know it’s a whole year since my last post but men hasn’t alot happened. I finally finished my last semester, graduated, came back home, got a job, hang out with my family & friends after forever! Now I think I’m ready to do my annual pilgrimage to my soul, see what’s in there and share it.

Before I get into long posts lemmie just share something I wrote a few weeks ago. How do I explain? You know when you meet someone or do something that’s just a cosmic collision…throws you back smack on the ground, forcing air out of your lungs…ok so if you don’t get that, here is the poem:

ETERNAL SOUL: THE OASIS
by me

My eternal soul wanders
in the desert of solitude
in an unknown land where
voices with questions that
have been asked for eternity
swirl in my mind
they haunt me, they taunt me
but mostly they just let me be
for these queries have been lost
to man throughout eons past;
yet to a few they befall…

in my anguish, i chanced upon an oasis,
a refuge from the torment of the
voices with questions
i find an oasis in discourse,
in mystic pools of knowledge where upon
the dark surfaces of these waters
i perceive reflections of empty pages that
only now are being written upon
by a hand that has written from ages gone
i gaze, i get sucked into the slow curve,
the fine strokes, the iris of the art form
there is a quietness in it all & my soul
desires to stay…

but i fear, i look away, i retreat,
i hesitate yet still i leave the oasis
there is no abode for me there
it is a place that will ask
for inclusion, for amity
yet it is not for my eternal soul
as it has not found its peace
& so it remains to wander
in the desert of solitude…