Monday 25 February 2013

ACCEPT THIS PRAISE I BRING.

My heart is a sanctuary; you are the goddess.
My soul is a fountain; your flow is flawless
My spirit sinks when your glory is dim.
Your smile alone is my vim.
My beginning, my end, my everything.


Your beauty brings joy that hardly dissapears
You make me rhyme like the Shakespears
Your kisses are bundles of sunshine
You illuminate my lips like a lipshine
Your speckle, your stain, your colour.


You pamper me like nothing else
My friends think I am something else
They think when they are around you feign
When you are gone, they swear our love is plain
My dew, my rain, my rainbow.


Your sensual fire is a trick that makes me stagger
You drop some heat in my crotch and fatten my trigger
You touch like a sizzling wand
You rock like the Osibisa band
Your solo, your duet, your harmony


If you are the Delilah in the rap-lines of Drake
Then let's give Sampson a break
You are as charming as your brain
I keep repeating that refrain
My life, my way my end.

Thursday 14 February 2013

Love dummy.

……….I'm not one of the bookful blockheads of love; In fact, I've never been. I never on any day would pretend to pass down any knowledge on love; I haven't even learnt to listen to people talk about love. I may be doing the art of writing a disservice by pretending to assume the love doctor's role. Cupid may never forgive me.
I only hear people propound theories on what love is; at least the theorists agree on one thing: that love is a beautiful feeling. I also heard that when two people are in love, it feels like them holding a rubber band at both ends, obviously if they both don't hold their ends tightly, one may be hurt if one end escapes the other's finger. I especially hate getting hurt, more so if it's as a result of my own decisions. Some think it would be safe to stay away from this rubber band of love, afteral, you may never get hurt if you don't hold it. I thought so too, but you see, love seems to me like an emotional imperative. We can't stay away from it entirely, even if we refuse to assume the feeling, we may hear it in songs, come by it in stories, watch in movies or even listen about it in sermons. Love perhaps pervades every hem of our social fabric. It's unfortunate that many of still struggle to find our understanding around this feeling of love. I may be the worse culprit. You see, I don't know wht love is. However if I am to put my head to good use, then I have an idea of what love is not. I hope it doesn't sound too strange, By appraising my ignorance of love, I may discover what wisdom I  have about love.
Love is not logical; love is the only philosophy that can safely be pardoned for its lack of systematism. Love cannot be understood by a formula, you can't situate love in any context of reasonability. The feeling is irrational, that's why it's purely emotive and many of the time can't be controlled by the normal forces of life.
Love is inexplicable; sometimes when I hear people try to explain how they feel, I don't envy them at all. You see no matter how intelligent you are, you can't explain how and why you love someone. At worst, you can only describe to them. You understand why even dummies fall in love; you don't have to write any paper explaining how and why you are crazy about someone.
Love is not hoarded, each time we feel special about people, the best thing is to let them know, you can't shield the feeling of love, you can't succeed at keeping the rest of your love and showing just a little of it, it’s simply being selfish. You see, you can't even hide your feelings for a long time; sometimes the smell of love is so offensive that even someone with a bad cold can notice it from afar. Sometimes you can't even smell it yourself; at that point your nose loses its sense of smell all you realise is that something isn't right with you. You can't place a price on love. The exchange of love sometimes goes beyond the theory of demand and supply.
In fact, Love is not when you see him every day, love is not when he visits in that new car, love is not when you fear to offend her, love is not when you can never forgive him, love is not when you can count how much he has spent on you or can count how many times he calls you. Love is just not when all you do is to expect; love is not when your friends think you would make a nice couple, love is not when you can't argue your point out with him. Love is not when he puts you off with his dry jokes; love is not when you can't share the little you have. Love is not when you don't disagree. Love is not when you think he is perfect. Love is not when you can't laugh over his flaws. Love is not when you can't defend him; love is not when you are happy because you see him every day. Love is not when you can tell the colour of her waist beads but don't even know her favourite colour. Love is not when you know the size of his cock but don't even know his I.Q. level. Love is not when you swallow his cum but can't swallow your own pride. Love is not because her father is a minister of state. Love is not on the face, it’s hardly found in the butts. Love is not just because he is hairy or tall. Love is not the wisdom of the wise. It’s neither the folly of the folly. Love is not always in the pocket..Love is not one day. Love may not even be things I write here, it only took me just a few minutes.
So you see, there are lots of things love is not. There are a few left for your discovery. I for one see love in the colours of these words and the allure of these sentences: It must revive the strength of trust, relive the hopes of friendship and remind the beauty of living for something even against the world
Love is not Valentine’s Day


                                       
     

Tuesday 5 February 2013

MEN! The boys in US






Has it ever occurred to you that men always have stories to tell about their boyhood? I mean they easily reminisce about their hey days; The days when teenage girls hummed around them lustfully like a bevy of bees do to a honeycomb, the days when they had so much sharpness to their talents; football, singing, drumming, dancing and what have you....In deed, the days when the boards of their chests were attractive, and their muscular figures fruity enough to lift the heaviest load around...But you see the point is that, though it feels great to be young, for men, its another special feeling having to feel like a boy..
Do you know that men simply find it sensational to go back to those same adventures they put aside prior to their getting married or having children? So you see, men would always want to be boys, just a few things stop them most of the times, other than that, every man would love to be bad, and boys love to be real bad I tell you, every man would love to cheat and justify, every man would love to be large and in charge. Men love being treated like princes yet they hate giving women their princess treat, They love to win even if they don't deserve to.And talking about marriage; at any point if you give a few men the opportunity, they would live their lives without that whole baggage of marriage contract, or at moderate, redefine the whole concept of marriage to mean, "I can leave, when I've had enough". I'm from the family called MEN and to tell you what, a lot of us dread the principle of having to take a vow to stay with the same woman "till death do us part"..Those were probably our common dreams and fascinations when we were teenage boys; and trust me once we became men, we still desired to go back to those funny principles that made boyhood and teenage fun.
So when a married man wonders if it was a good decision he made to marry or ask himself whether he married the right woman or not, it could be that temptation to go back to boyhood. The fun about being a boy is that boys are the craziest people around...The riskiest idea seems fun when you are a boy. The things girls consider the most serious business are only like funny clips to you. The matters girls consider as sacred are like cartoons to you..Those issues that seems embarrassing to girls are like humour to us. Boys sometimes simply shake their heads when insults are being yelled at them whilst girls shed tears.. I don't know if my friends and I ever  felt heartbroken???? We hardly do..That's the way to being a boy.
The irony here is that though logically every boy should grow into manhood, most men at some stage of their lives want to feel like boys again. Yeah sometimes we really want to.. Has your dad really taken his shirts off a few of the times in front of your friends before? Has he really greeted your neigbour's wife with such gleen of cheerfulness like he wants to impress her? Have you ever wondered why there are a few friends he can't do away with? I'm sure for once or twice you may have caught your dad spying your backside if you are a girl or that of your girlfriend if you are a boy?? They simply wish they can describe how hot their own daughter have become or you remind him so much of the days he pursued those attractive skirted ass-cheeks. Harmless as it may seem, the thoughts that always follow are usually best left in the heads..That's simply being a boy if you ask me. Otherwise why would older men sometimes flex their muscles or feel so energetic enough to attempt lifting those heavy bags,Why would some really old men want to wear those baggy jeans or keep those funny haircuts? I won't even talk about the old folks who dye their gray hairs every week. lol. Why would a married man of ten feels his wife has become too old and fat for him. Why would  men keep pestering their wives over crazy sexual positions. I understand boys think of sex once every 5minutes and though I've always thought married men are an exception. It so appears that they might be the worse culprits.
Let me hit the nail on the head by asking the ultimate question? Why do some married men go after girls young enough to be their daughters? Why do society still has stock of older men supposed to be wise, spending fortunes at the detriment of their family needs just to get into the panties of university girls. Why do men even cheat on their wives at all?? It's funny, but I think it comes back to the point I've been struggling to make. Men want to feel like boys; married men especially for some part of their lives.
The thing about being a boy is that you always value the fun part of life;  getting drunk, hanging out with the boys boys the whole weekend, not going to church meetings, fucking the hottest damsels in town, making girls cry sometimes and having at least three girlfriends or merely going hunting for more. Its funny to think that boys sometimes feel powerful knowing that they have many girls they can choose from. Ok. so you understand what the situation is when married men go astray and throw their marriage vows to the dogs..But a question lingers on my mind: If indeed men at some point crave to feel like boys, why won't wives rather make their husbands feel like boys especially when they want to? You see, the reason why many men go outside their marriage is that they are made to feel like boys outside their homes. A friend tells me how suddenly his father of 45 feels that his mum's clothes are so old fashioned and why the panties she hangs on the line are like "pillow cases". Well, he was to be found guilty of taking off some tongs of a teenage mistress a few of the nights in a hotel room and had taken one university girl to shop for very fanciful clothes. So the man was being a boy already. He may have the most beautiful woman for a wife, but she may not be proving to be girl enough for him.
It's that simple, Our wives should manage to be girls for us, whilst they take charge of the boys in us. They should keep themselves fit and work out to keep those good shape we once died for? We hate loose things. They should wear those sassy look on their faces each time we come back from work and charm us in those hot lingerie, they should feed us with those sumptuous meals and not leave the kitchen duty to maids and daughters. our wives should wear those tanktops, those mini skirts, those hot panties and go to the saloon as often as they used to. Its simply pampering to see your wife literally begging you to take off our socks because she has to wash them, What could stop them from still helping us wash our hands after eating, forcing us to take those tablets whilst we are a little under the weather. Saying "I love you" is not only for teenagers, kissing is not only reserved for bachelorhood. Going out to eat doesn't mean you are less resourceful. picnics are not only for white people...Where you white where you were dating? Why would marriage change that? Allow us to wear our polo shirts and khakis and spare us the tomfoolery about having to look matured, simply by wearing jumper or tucked in shirts. We want to be and look like boys sometimes. and hey who says thongs are for the girls? Who says stripteasing and blowjobbing us are the job of commercial sex workers? Who says riding us doesn't make you a virtuous woman. Who even told you doggie-style is evil? Don't you ever get tired of missionary? we want to have you getting bored because we didn't finish up that bowl of fufu. We want to have you query us like our mums do? or take us to the cleaners when we misbehave?  You see, the thought of having a wife whom you are probably a few years older than treating you like a first born son makes us feel like boys, and almost every married man enjoys that. Give us space to hang out with the boys and for once shut up when we come home late. Just smile when you catch us shamefully spying the backside of the secretary; that alone is enough warning not to venture. You may only have to look a little hotter than her next time. Pamper us oooooo tom. Boys like being pampered. and before I forget, your tits are for us, they are not just good for breasfeeding. hug us warmly like us babies when we are down, teach us good manners like kindergarten kids and clean us up like adolescent boys....So you see, I have given lots of women the clues to making their husbands feel like boys already, the things those university girls have over them...However, if your mother is everything like a girl and your father still goes after young girls, he is  not just being a boy, but a baby boy, he fears marital commitments, Leave him to the devil.
I ALREADY FEEL LIKE A BOY AFTER BLOGGING THIS.