LET’S GIVE MORNINGS WHAT THEY DESERVE Research has proven that 70% of people are grumpy for the first two hours after they wake. What am I saying? T

LET’S GIVE MORNINGS WHAT THEY DESERVE

Research has proven that 70% of people are grumpy for the first two hours after they wake.

What am I saying?
The worst thing anyone wants is a lecture or gossip in the morning….we want to work create and achieve, our minds are on a roll

Take this for example; you wake up in the morning and the first thing you have to encounter is a partners’ lecture or gossip about the secretary last night or the neighbors fight !!argh!!

In this sample, I am trying to drive at radio in the morning.

I bet we all want to wake up to some nice music to get us jumping out of bed and dancing in the shower keep us wake as we decide on what to adorn. We want vibe that will tickle us as we make breakfast; we want jokes and stories that will calm our impatient selves in traffic, stories that will intrigue our reasoning, information that will increase our wit…

Gossip on cheating spouses, tragic relationships, sex is juicy vibe but not for the morning it sets a bad energy for the day. Politics at this hour just makes us bump into the car ahead of us gets us in an agitated mood throughout the day at the though of a corrupt leader, taxation at its highest and global warming that the leaders are not working against..


Radio vibe in morning and theis is before eleven o’clock should just be serene and simple. Top of the mix being good music and lots of it, information that gets you thinking and tickled all day…radio in the morning should be your daily shot of inspiration and kick start…

I hope that this piece not only entertains or expresses my emotion but the emotions of many who feel like I do….well if there are any... more so I hope you as the radio producer, presenter or mogul reading this, will work towards improving radio

Let’s leave gossip for lunchtime and a lousy midday….. And for jobless, idle and focus less people who have nothing to look forward to ,thus gossip in the morning gives theme vibe for the day ‘pardon my rudeness’

Could we consider the crowds that listen to radio in the morning it’s embarrassing to seat next to a very young pupil on the way to school and listening to topics about sex and cheating spouses? We raise children that are sexually reckless and relationship insensitive. It breaks my heart more to hear a 10 year old tell me they don’t want to get married because they do not want to be cheated on!!! What happened to the happily ever after thoughts!!!! Just saying…

Have great radio mornings y’all

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empress embarass trouble

They call me empress embarrass trouble

I am that slippery tongue that says f instead of p
When you trying to explain you got late parking
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am that foundation on your shirt when you get home late
I am empress embarrass
I am that hot wife’s friend who joins your office
I am empress embarrass trouble


I am that lipstick on your teeth
The green vegetable on your front teeth
When you meet the one
They call me empress embarrass trouble

I am that curse word that pops out in front of your pastor
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am that loud fart
That trick of mucus on our date
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am the uncomfortable fashionable shoe you have to wear to a cocktail
The uncomfortable wig and unfitting bra
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am that piece of dump that won’t flash down the toilet at your girlfriends’ house party
I am empress embarrass
I am the running stomach at a party
The unexpected menses at a date
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am the juicy vibe in the middle of a match
The sad ending to soap when your homies are home
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am the wallet you forgot in a first date
The drivers license you forgot when you got a car to take her out
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am the latex you do not have when she finally decides to give it to you
I am empress embarrass
I am that torn knickers when he decides to give it to you
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am that hooker who you dint tell you were married
Meets you at the shopping mall with wifey and loudly asks why you no longer comes fro some
I am empress embarrass trouble

I am that that last point you crammed that’s the answer to the simplest exam question
But won’t pop up in the exam room
I am empress embarrass trouble

To be continued………………………………

another random piece

today,
i looked back
as soon as i finished high school i began working as an actress
as well as helping at my dads shop.
my first dates as a free bird,away form parental monitory and curfew were in coffee houses
perhaps because the men i met were grown and working

a tad later i joined university and now my dates were in th school cafeteria and from past colleagues in coffee house or should i say older clubs\joints

a few days back i went to meet my friends at a fast food joint.steers.
and as i sat there ans stared at people alienation crept in
a lady asked me my age and was shocked that i was younger than she but i was so alienated and looked misplaced..i stared at a few more people who looked my peers and couldn't help but think of them as immature

thats when it hit me,thats when the word of my sister come rushing in,
i missed a stage in my life.
a stage of idling in city joints checking men out and window shopping
getting hit on with corny lines,
he he alot i missed between completing school and joining university.
whose fault was it?
i again realized that never did i go through the jumping a fence to go for rave
ha ha the memories of things i saw my sisters did

people say that life stages are inevitable
that scary,
when will that stage come?
will it embarrass me?
shivers....

but then again it occurred to me
age is nothing but a number
its not how long u've lived but how long and deep you have lived
its not how long u've been seeing the light of day or crossing roads
its the technique and achievement by he time the sun goes down

and i conclude i grew too fast
i look back,front
smile and say
take me as i am or leave me as you found me!!!!!!

nothingness in words

am not sure if am the only writer whose mind at time goes blank.

i hold the pen on paper and it feels like i just walked into class for the first time and asked to write a composition or should i say essay..

in the height of haitis devastation,bad politics,breaking relationships commencing relationships i still have no topical writing.

but ha ha ha here i am behind this desktop writing about nothing...am perhaps one of the most talkative you might ever meet that is if you do...i talk even when am alone,i make my pillows and teddy bears listen to me,i role play interviews.i give speches in my 'award wining ceremonies'my personal grammies and b.e.t's i even shed tears..by now you are probably laughing or retreating to look at my picture and confirm my sanity.in teh midst of my insanitry i believe in wakin gup to my dream..by now perhaps one of you reading is going 'yeah right' but watch this space

i am afraid of the words i just wrote above..
afraid that five,ten years from now ei will still be saying the same words
afraid that my kids will be born and read thsi blog and still find me saying them
afraid taht i will fall into a state of depression and hopelessness when all this doesnt come true...

but who am i?God has my destiny and since i trust in Him al let HIm read this and probably erase my fears......

attention seeker

Forgive me for wearing a lot of make up
I know not much about fashion
Forgive me because;
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for having my a car key among my house keys
I hold it high so you think I drive
I don’t own one
Forgive me because;
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for wearing sunglasses in a club
Truth is I don’t even see clearly
I don’t even have swag neither do I know what it means
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for walking up to you with smooth line s and great quotes
I am not that bright
I stole them for a movie and the magazines
Forgive me because
I am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for ordering carrots and salad
Truth is I am not so healthy
In fact am starving
Had to look stunning
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for walking into church late with highest stilettos and conk perfume
Truth is they hurt me
The perfume chokes me
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for giggling loud in the board meeting
Truth is nothing is funny
Forgive me because
An just an attention seeker

Forgive me for upgrading my job title than it really is
Program controller for office assistant
Security officer for bouncer
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for opposing everything my colleagues say
Truth is I want to look like am working and thinking hard
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

Forgive me for guzzling too much alcohol and blacking out
Truth is I do not even drink that much
Forgive me because
Am just an attention seeker

DEAR MR.LEADER

I SAW THEM STRUGGLE
I saw them struggle;
A view from my window before the sun fully set
I saw people fold their trousers as they left their compounds
Ready to walk for miles to work.

I saw them struggle;
In those wee hours I saw people, women, and make dough mixtures later to be fried and sold as
A families only meal, as a child’s break as a manual laborers only source of energy

I saw them struggle;
As I left for work I saw a man in that early morning persuading people to use the public bus, bargaining prices
In the traffic I saw them smiling at your window trying to sell peanuts and newspapers.

I saw them struggle;
I saw people carry heavy sacks of farm produce to be sold at the shop near you and I,
I saw young children strapped on their mothers back sharing the back space with smaller sacks of vegetables
I saw young men with carts push and pull heavy luggage just arrived,
Sweating profusely as though they had been running in the Kalahari

I saw them struggle;
I saw motorbike and bike riders staring at pedestrians hoping that one of them would get weary and opt for a ride
I saw the young school children half running half walking stealing glances at the city clock just so they do not get late
Having to walk many miles to the only free public school near them,

I saw them struggle;
I saw policemen stop a car in the middle of the night and find fault just so their families would have breakfast
I saw artists performing in open bars, braving the cold, rowdy crowd and poor sound
I saw journalists beaten and roughed up unearthing true corruption stories

I saw them struggle;
I saw the girl raise her skirt above her thighs for fifty shillings, less than a dollar
Just so her ailing mother wouldn’t die from lack of drugs and food
I saw women wait outside peoples houses to do your laundry and dishes to get little for there little ones and drunk husbands

I saw the struggle;
I saw young men full learned
Sit on stones all day under the hot sun in town waiting for a job
Go back home twice as hopeless as they come to the city

I saw them struggle;
In my own home
My own democratic home land
The pain and pinch of calling it a democratic and independent state is unbearable
The sadness of having to stare at black and white distinction between the rich and poor
The anger of staring at unconcerned shepherds of my homelands herd
The disgust of watching them magnify the death of an account over deaths of many souls
The shame of hearing you say you shall build us morgs while hospitals don’t exist
The hatred inside keeps me reminding me of colonialism I never lived through but I live in

More pain I get at the thought that my children ant their children will study you in history as a hero
You shall remain unacknowledged in the real human race as long as irrationality and stupidity rule you mind
Was I rude?
Sorry but I saw them struggle

I saw them struggle;
I did see them struggle
Struggle I saw them do,

the other names

THE OTHER NAMES

Am not short
Am just vertically challenged

Am not fat
Am just extra healthy

Am not using bleaches
Just using tone enhancers

Am not dieting
Just not overworking my digestive system

Am not lazy
I just am not wasting energy

Am not lame
Your sense of humor is just down

My husband does not mistreat me
He just overprotective

I am not having an affair
Just researching on better ways to make you happy

She is not my mistress
Just a girl who help me wait fro traffic to subside before I get home

I am not stealing the orphans’ education fund
They will simply will not understand I need the money al take it al return it if they ask

I will not lie to you
It will just take longer for me to keep my word

Your hair does not look bad
It is just over creatively done

Your outfit isn’t ugly
It is a form of abstract fashion that people are not used to

I do not want a dark guy
I want a chocolate man
I don’t want a light skinned girl
I want a vanilla woman

I don’t want a rich man
I want a hardworking man

The other name
Is the order of the day
-------------------------to be continued...

shhhhhh....just show me.......

Met me at a club at five
Threw in your lines
Some,most were lies
But made me feel fly
but man,

Don’t show me your eyes, I know they are bright
Don’t show me your tie; I see it’s new and fly
Don’t floss your ears ice, yap I check its dimes
Neither shows me your thighs; they’re tight better than mine


Just sshhh and show me the brains inside your mind
And I will respect you fine
Give it to you right

Don’t give me your pride , it’ll ruin your life
Don’t show me your behind, the wallet inside, I see its pile

Just sshhh and show me the brains inside you mind
And I’ll respect you fine
Give it to you right

Don’t call me honey , when you know you are lying
Don’t buy me candy or Versace or bribe me
Don’t buy me brandy, when you only want my panties

Just shhh and sow me the brains inside your mind
And I’ll respect you fine
Give it to you right

Am just living my life right
The best way when am alive
Fries, ties, ice while you are full of lies, don’t sound bright

Just sshh and show me the brains inside your mind
And I’ll respect you fine
Give it to you right

real deal

Am disturbed, feel robbed of my peace
My stillness, calmness has been raped
Brutally snatched,

w-w-w-a-a-a-i-i-ttt

Why am I telling you this?

Whilst I was never taught or brought up to publicly wash my dirty laundry… (Ahem!)

Bom !right there is a characteristic of a miserable life
Characterized by lies
Passed on a life time

Lives build upon myths
Survives and thrives on believes
Hold on to things unreal
We know not of the meaning

Obliged to live by them
Afraid of a curse if we evade them
But don’t you now see
Your destiny
Is ruining and your happiness never coming
When you choose to believe
In things
You now not of the meaning

We dim our bright lives
And kill our creative minds
Destroying our great destiny, dreams and future …..Just think

Do you have to believe and live by myths and beliefs?
You know not of the origin and meaning

HAPPINESS PRINCE.

Its dark, its quiet, ts lonely
Its raining ,Its cold ,freezy
Am alone because I feel unacceptable
Lights out ,but,*imagine me*

I lay my head on your unseen but felt shoulders
I dream of your unknown figure but distinguished features
I smile at your unseen face and your unheard joke but your felt tickle


You are my perfection
Though you exist in my imperfect thoughts
I know you are there waiting for me
And am drawing to you
A day at a time, we shall be together in due time


I rise to your unseen lips but felt kiss
I dress and smile cse I see and believe you are impressed
I know by how it is pressed
I believe I am fine though I didn’t hear you say
I felt the swish of our nod

You are my perfection
Though you exist in my imperfect thoughts
I know you are there waiting for me
Am drawing to you
A day at a time, we shall be together in due time.

Even as they stare at me like an alien
Laugh at me like a clown
Do I really care?
Because I know I glare

No one flatters me but I blush at your unheard words
But your whispered flatter ringing in my oblongata
I used to care if anyone saw me, noticed me or winked at me
Cared if anyone would like me
Cared if anyone wanted me
But it’s all I cared before I met you

My happiness, my destiny
You are my prince.
If I please you happiness am happy
If I reach to you destiny I am complete.

Because you are my perfection
In my imperfect thoughts

IF YOU CAN’T TELL IT TO MY FACE WHY SHOULD I GIVE YOU EAR AND BRAIN SPACE?

If I was to give the equation that makes me or formula that adds up to me
What would it be?
(My opinion+ my decision + other peoples?)

If I was to chemically give the raw materials that ad up tome
What would it be?

If I was to biologically and atomically describe me
What would it be?

If I was to life geographically describe me
Where would I be?

Do we find ourselves caught up defining as ourselves as per peoples opinions, directives and suggestions.
By people I mean just any person with a mouth and can speak

One lesson I remember being taught by my dad is that not all my uncles, aunts, friends’ opinion matter.

Fine, am younger than you, I earn more than you, you are jobless and uneducated and hopeless
Does your opinion matter?

We work in two different fields you can’t even do what I do even in your next life
Does your opinion matter?

So what if you are older
So what if others respect your opinion
So what if you are adore by many a.k.a popular

If you feature nowhere in my past raw materials that make me up
If you feature nowhere in the present materials that make me up
If you really do not seem to feature any where in my future raw materials that make me up just shut up!

I am at a point of continually telling people around me
That not everyone’s opinion matters
You might be the pastor but you have never seen my shoes*, never walked in them know nothing about them then you opinion doesn’t matter

You might be older than me if you have never tried my shoes* then your opinion doesn’t matter
If the most our friends have ever done is get a partner, if they don’t look like they are any closer to a greater achievement then they got no opinion on us

Until we get to a point of knowing who has a say and who doesn’t then we remain
Oppressed and stressed by peoples opinions
We remain driven by people’s suggestions
We are kept moving by people’s ideas

Your life’s movie is best with God as the director, you as the main actor and the rest supporting cast….you select a few main actors…..

If you can’t tell it to my face why should I give you ear and brain space?

a toast!

now i have to open a new blog page cse i forgot the password to the other .lets hope i do not forget this one...

it is a new year and i am totally excited about it.it marks the departure of alot and they welcoming of lat as well.all in all it has to work for me..

i am hopign to continually dedicate myself to writing thsi year and defnitely showing and sharing my work with the world through this blog page

so a toast,to new beginnings.to a new journey and to fun and memorabe times!cheers!