Time

Since I met her nothing’s been the same,

My heart beats for her,

My mind thinks of her,

And as much as I see beauty,

I base it on hers,

She gives me a reason to wake up,

Not because I lacked one before,

Simply because I want more,

Refined to the finest standards,

I experience the finesse and masterpiece,

That is she. 

The glow on her skin scintillating like the morning dew,

The emotion between us became distant,

It grew,

I can’t explain it to them, myself or her,

What she does to me only a child would comprehend,

That satisfaction of having something you longed for,

Even if it’s not in your grasp,

It’s in your sights,

No longer a distant thought,

But a reality,

It’s only a matter of time.

 

 

When I talk to her,

I’m talking to me,

So deep is the psychological connection,

I can’t get her out of my mind,

I believe I have control of my life,

But in essence I’m lost,

Lost in my own world,

Blind to my own ways,

I know the reason for my journey,

But know not the destination,

Have my goals in sight,

But not with whom I will achieve them,

People tell me I’m fighting a losing war,

But it’s not in winning a war that a soldier becomes a hero,

It is in the effort he puts,

That he does not give up,

Even when the odds are stacked against him,

And I am a soldier,

A soldier waging a war against himself,

A war that is seemingly lost,

But doesn’t he who masters himself,

Also master the world?

I almost know myself,

It’s only a matter of time.

 

 

Her innocent eyes,

Hair reminiscent of mine,

Softly tough,

Embodies her natural beauty,

Lips I’d lay on mine,

Her smile,

Sly yet pure,

Body not of an hour glass,

That is not the body of a lass,

But a body I’d spend an hour,

Five, two, twenty, four,

Just to have a glance,

The feel of her hands,

The tone of skin,

I can’t find the words to describe her,

It’s like drinking from an empty cup,

No beginning,

No end,

I don’t think they can walk in my shoes,

The comfort would make them uncomfortable,

But I’m in it till I win it,

My goal,

Her,

And it’s only a matter of time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Differences

They said I was a kid,

That I hadn’t grown up,

That I needed to learn to take responsibility,

To be the man in-charge,

So I decided to grow,

And grown I have,

I’ve grown over time,

Probably overgrown my time,

Overgrown myself,

I no longer feel at home,

No longer at ease,

They dream,

I chase,

They implement,

I articulate,

It’s no longer the same,

They hide their guise behind that smile,

Not willing to run the mile,

I guess it’s time to say goodbye,

I do, you say,

That’s the difference.

 

I learn faster than I forget,

Listen to more than I hear,

Observe more than I see,

The difference between 911 and 9/11?

One came crashing,

The other couldn’t do a thing,

When you have people lined up,

To see you go back to your maker,

Shed a tear then drink a bottle,

Share a story,

True or false,

Console your girl,

On her knees she falls,

And the draws follow suit,

They know the weak break down,

Behind curtains,

They reap,

From the grief and when she weeps,

The nature of human beings,

You never overlook the differences.

 

I see their changing faces,

Mutating phases,

I’ve learnt to tighten my laces,

Because I’m running away from that life,

No more deceit,

No conceit,

I promise to make amends,

Not for my actions,

No,

For my associations,

I was created in the Lord’s image,

Therefore, I am perfect,

And I shall not change,

Not for you,

For them,

Or for anyone,

Because that what makes me me,

The crazy gait,

Oldie fashion sense,

Lewd language,

That’s who I am,

I am who I am,

The differences make me.

 

The Feminism Quagmire

 

Michelle Obama, Florence Nightingale, Mother Teresa, Margaret Thatcher, Cleopatra, Your mum. I’ve read of and met a number of ladies that have proven to me beyond reasonable doubt that women do make the world go round. The influence of a woman in a society cannot be overlooked. Women fight for what they believe they truly deserve and fight well for it. I trust that all women will join me in declaring that equality must be present in society. No human being stands atop the other. We were all created in the image and likeness of God and should therefore, be subjected to similar laws.

In the spirit of feminism, I believe that we should all be subjected to the same laws. The education system in Kenya is the first of my concerns. The girl child is very much subjected to unfair treatment when it comes to education. Why would the girl child be admitted to university with similar grades to their male counterparts? I mean, the male students have 31 hours a day, more teachers and are the only ones that are taught Sciences. How else would we justify the cut-off point of joining a university being 65 for male students and 62 for female students? There are obviously more males than females in the country, so we need to balance out the literacy levels. What is equality if we cannot deny people equity in seeking a better future?

Why would Bobby Brown waste Whitney Houston to that level? What kind of human being would force another human being into a drug life he knows will kill her? Why would he, even after their divorce still be going over to her house and injecting her with lethal doses? It is always the man’s fault. Man is the root of all evil. I wouldn’t be so quick to Judge Bobby Brown now or at any given time without fully understanding their relationship. Fine, Bobby introduced her to drugs, but he didn’t give it to her after rehab did he? Why don’t we blame Whitney for not walking out the whole thing early enough? If it is all about equality, both should share the blame, unless Bobby tied her up in a dungeon and she had no option but to comply.

We talk so much of women’s rights being violated. What about the women that violate men’s rights? There was a case of a man who was attacked by two ladies in the US and he lost some fingers and was very badly disfigured. All for what? Dollars? No. Tickets to a Jay Z concert. This case was not given as much hype as Rihanna getting clobbered by Chris Brown. I won’t justify what the light skinned boy did to the lady and won’t even attempt to. What I’m simply driving at is where is the equality in these two scenarios? What of the man who was raped at gun point, and had his belongings, including his iPhone stolen by a lady before being thrown out of a moving van? Is rape ok just because it is happening to a man? It’s a public uproar when Rachael Shebesh is slapped for bombarding someone’s official place of work, but not such a big deal when a man in scorched by boiling water as he sleeps in Nyeri. I don’t know, you tell me where the equality is in that.

In Kenya there exists a women representative elective post. I agree, women need a representative and a special one for that matter. One that can represent their needs and wants to the central government and articulate their struggles at the oppression they face at the hands of men. Men have no struggles of course. Everything goes their way. That’s the reason why they don’t need representatives. For crying out loud (Yes, men do cry) why would the most populous gender in a country need special seats? Why do you even need to vie if you cannot competitively seek an elective post? And feminists or rather my independent ladies, why are you in support of this “elective” post? Doesn’t equality demand a level playing ground for all?

There exists no equality in life. Theoretically, you can seek all sorts of equality in life that you may feel you deserve. Practically, there exists no such term. Equity is the word I think most of you deluded human beings are looking for. Fairness does not mean equality. It merely means you get what you deserve. You can’t feed a calf in the same proportion that you feed a cow. Each gets what it practically  deserves. I believe before clamouring for non-existent and far-fetched rights, we should look at ourselves individually. Are you doing the exact same thing you are asking for? Are you sharing your salary equally in the household because you want to be equal? Let’s not lose our minds over minute things that were never an issue before. The feminists ask why God is referred to as a he, why don’t they raise the same question about the devil, I mean, HE used Eve to confuse Adam in any case. I have females in my family and I know how passionate they get about rights and all, but with no divorces and clearly well brought up children without my mother claiming equality, it beats logic. And that is what should prevail. Logic. The clamour should be equity over equality not vice versa.


 

The Bro Guideline to Communication

There are times when you sit out of a conversation and observe what exactly goes on. For the past two weeks I’ve been busy sharing bro codes and the lad bible online. As much as these two documents seem a façade to most people, they actually are very key in communication and interaction among men.

For instance, a bro should always be there for the weaker bro (Even if you are weaker than the weaker bro). This doesn’t only take effect when the weaker bro picks a fight with the Jean Claude Van Damme at the club, but when he needs to pick up Beyoncé as well. If she fell in love with Jay Z before she was drunk, who is your bro not to get her when she’s high? And most drinks are on offer of course, balling on a women’s group budget. And now I make my own observations as to communication between two bros and their relationship in general. Please, feel free to doubt or hate but at the end of it, just go and ask your folks if you had a sex change as a kid.

  1. NEVER use the word cute with a guy

As a guy, you should steer off the use of this word at any cost when conversing with your bros. I know you are going to ask, what if I’m describing a female? A female cannot be described as cute (This word is purely meant to describe furry animals by females). She is either beautiful, hot, I need a loan, ok or any other thing that makes you vomit. The only window to use this word is when throwing a subtle jibe at your bro whose oestrogen levels seem to be going over the roof. Even cats are not cute, describe a cat using females, “It looks like Kelly Rowland or Fantasia or if it’s too hood, Size 8 or Sharkeisha”.

  1. NEVER use a smiley when conversing

Smileys were developed by the devil herself to make men soft. If your bro sends you a smiley, under no circumstance do you reply to that text. Even if the conversation was about to get you laid with the queen (Latifa, not Elizabeth unless you want to be royalty), abandon it and walk away from the conversation (If possible burn the evidence). The worst of all to use is the one with the tongue sticking out. What would your bro want to do to you with his tongue out? What? There is no logical explanation to its use even in the bible. 

  1. NEVER touch a man’s lap

A man’s lap is an extension of his manhood and NO man, other than yourself should lay his hand on it. Even if your bro has been shot and the only place to lay is on your lap, find other means of getting him to the hospital, even if it’s on your back. Your lap is sacred and it should remain as that. The only people allowed to have it are, female professional dancers, your lady or children that you are related to (PS: Not older than 6). And maybe the occasional or frequent girl that comes along.

  1. NEVER tell a fellow man goodnight

I know you may feel the urge to tell your bro goodnight especially at that awkward moment when the conversation is dead and everyone wants to leave. Under no circumstances do you tell your bro goodnight. The proper thing is to fist bump and call him an asshole or shit head then part ways. The closest thing to a goodnight you can share with your boy is saying “Later”, “Elvis has left the building” or “Tomorrow”. Under the Law of Conversation, breaking of this law faces a hefty fine of being called weird feminine names (Philgona, Anastasia, Marybeth, your grandma’s name et cetera) for a month and doing accompanying chores, though nobody will accompany you to the bathroom at any given time.

  1. NEVER have eye contact in the urinal or in any case unless it’s a stare me down

It is acceptable to chat when taking a dump in different cubicles but there should be no form of contact in form of vision or physicality when using the urinal. Looking at each other when at the urinal is tantamount to you holding each other’s penises. (I don’t mean how you hold a cigarette or blunt. How you hold the mic or glass, firmly)

Even when talking, it is not allowed for bros to have eye contact. It is as simple as crossing swords. No bros are allowed to cross swords unless it’s Excalibur or Star Wars. 

  1. NEVER EVER, EVER use bourgie  words with your bros

It is against the law to use any words you would otherwise use with a female with your bros. Even when writing a letter, if it’s a man, do not use dear. The correct term is I salute you. The fellow man will be honoured to know someone recognizes their masculinity by not calling them dear. And by signing off you cannot be sincere with a man, the most suitable term is “Yours Loyally” or simply “Yours”, who cares if you are writing a letter faithfully or truly? And how do you even do that? With a bible or Quran on one hand?

  1. Do NOT call random guy bro

The term bro is reserved for people who have seen the struggle together. A bro is someone who’s told you the hottest chic looks like Samuel L. Jackson’s eldest cross-eyed brother just because she rejected you. A person who has seen you black out and took photos of you with your face on the hulk-looking waitress’ groin just to show you how much of a woos you are.  A person who’s waited for you to sleep just so he can fart on your face. The guy who eats the last piece of chicken knowing very well you hadn’t got one. They guy who has been in all fights with you, even if it’s laughing at you.

  1. Use the word ass at any opportunity

Assuming you are an assassin and someone harassed your girl just because he has bass or plays the brass and you did not make him look like a lass is not classy. That shows you know what is going on as a bro. Always have your eye out for attractive feminine posteriors for that may be your bros next lay. For thy bro’s lay today might be thy next stay.

  1. ALWAYS use a British accent when you are drunk

British accents always float with the ladies and if you are well versed with the English channel, Irish would also do. Always ensure that you are able to confuse the ladies with talks of your days rioting in Liverpool or Manchester or tea in the same restaurant as Porsche Spice. Sell the accent bro. It pays off.

The code of conduct among bros should be maintained at all times and be rest assured that everything will run as it was meant to. Keep to the word brethren. 

The Truth

It takes a planet to know a star,

There has to be a master and a servant,

A leader and a follower,

And I’m neither,

I neither lead nor follow,

I believe in independence,

Not just from the colonial yokes,

Or from your parents clutch and wallet,

But from perceived reality,

Because who really knows the truth?

How sure are you that your truth is not the ultimate truth?

Is there an empirical way of proving it?

Truth is an abstract term,

And it cannot be quantified,

So why choose to believe another truth?

A truth is not a law,

A law governs,

Truth controls,

What is the truth?

 

 

Telling a lie is wrong,

That is the truth,

The religious books tell us so,

The religious leaders emphasize on this tenet,

But are they not living a lie?

The Christian wants you to pay for blessings,

But talks about the Kingdom of God belonging to the poor,

The Muslim teaches about love,

But is busy killing his own kind,

The Jew thinks he is the chosen one,

Kills at will,

In the name of protecting their own,

The Hindu takes up numerous gods,

But does not believe in the gods of other religions,

What truth is there in that?

The traditionalist believes in nature,

But is deemed primitive,

Because he channels his spirituality to what he sees,

Isn’t one of the ways of acquiring knowledge seeing?

I’m a little bit confused,

What is truth?

 

 

We go through an education system,

Set by a group of people,

Without taking part in the decision making,

What would prevent them from setting their agendas?

What would stop them from giving us truths?

Truths that we have no means of validating,

Wasn’t the truth that colonialists came with supposed to liberate us?

Was it not the hope that we so much needed?

What has become of it?

Tribal wars have been technologized if not nationalized,

We have to pay to get knowledge,

A knowledge that only serves to narrow our minds,

To think in a streamlined manner,

To either be pro-life or not,

Support the gay and lesbian community or lose out on donor funds,

It’s your ball to play,

You are either in control,

Or you are the one being controlled,

There are no two ways around this,

I’d really like to know what is the truth?

 

 

This is not an attack on religions,

I support the thought of having freedom over belief,

I just question a few things about our conventional religions,

I choose to speak of the religion I was brought up in,

If Christians celebrate Christmas,

A day meant to mark the birth of their saviour,

A day that is so revered in the Christian circles,

When in essence it was a pagan holiday,

A day to celebrate Saturn,

The god of agriculture,

Why is this never mentioned?

Why would the church,

An institution that fights for truth,

Be at the forefront of not revealing the truth to its congregation?

Is it the thought that counts?

Can I think my way to heaven without actions?

I wouldn’t know, you tell me,

The truth is not taught,

It is sought,

However much it seems out of reach,

It can be obtained,

Search for yours,

And maybe unlike me,

Your question won’t be,

What is truth?

 

 *The thoughts in this post are purely an individual opinion and you can feel free and have yours as well.Image