SNAP OUT OF IT p1

So when do you want to be told to leave? When do you want the go away whistle to be blown so you pack and leave this man?

Someone is about to stop reading his article after this question but I seriously mean it. I think I should even claim copy rights to this statements owing to the many times I have asked this. I am tired of counseling and being there for tones of girls who in my eyes I would call fools for pouring acid on their wounded hearts by hanging on to men who would well of provide script content in a horror movie.

You have had chase for a long time and at the heat of hanging out hanging inside happens. There is the next day conversation maybe of a text with a smiley or ’it was awesome, heavenly and all words with an, it was good meaning. He never replies this, you wait till evening, call he doesn’t pick this goes on for awhile and then the caring you goes into depression trying to imagine what might have happened to him, sleepless nights, long work hours and restless sit ins characterize your day but you dutifully send numerous am worried, I love you, I miss you, are you ok?, did I do something texts, calling as though you are calling the ever busy phone network customer care. Girl! Snap out of it, he got what he wanted and you lay in his to be forgotten bin. By now someone is fidgeting giving me the ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes.’ But I’ll shamelessly tell you a man who wants and loves you will look for you even if it takes him a full page advert in the missing person section!

Next is a girl who has had a relationship with a guy for quite sometime then the lucky male specimen wins the race and she is pregnant. She relays the’ ‘we need to talk’ message and breaks the news to him. He maybe smiling or maybe blowing your head off in his imagination. Confused no way forward message is relayed and in your motherly heart you decide to keep the baby. Good. I say .life is precious but is a baby a ring? is it a commitment certificate binding both of you together? No it is not. Someone is cursing me .but I know you know it is true. So he becomes a man and pays for your delivery and agrees on upkeep money. But as time goes you are continually asking, what’s wrong? you seem distant’ ,or the ‘I miss past times’ and calling him baby ,honey and all edible sweet things while he sticks to your baptismal name ,replying no text picking occasional calls and being too busy. Your friends are telling you they spotted him, hapa kule but you still hold on nagging every juice in him and appearing everywhere you know he is like a debt collector .gal snap out! Concentrate on your bundle of joy and making you happy and better than he found and let you. Sorry, but he likes none of you. A man that loves you or at least his child will not just provide monetary support he will jump high and try scoop the sun when it is too cold just to keep both of you warm.

I am the devils advocate because I deeply think that we trouble ourselves too much for men who do not even care a hair string about us. Truth is if he wants you he will find the axis and rotate on it to find you. If you let him be let him find his way let him draw his house build it and live in it then he may have time to look for you of course that is if he needs you. A quote I like says, let him go if he comes back he is yours if he doesn’t then he was never meant to be. And if he loves you he will look for you.

superman ....my supperrr

His simple stare and am in dismay-
His first words and I my tummy churns
Turns my head when he asks my name
A fear, a tear an idea
To answer to flatter or to alter

None of my sane
Can decide
How is he so divine?
He has all his words right
His hold so tight
His heart so light
His love so mine

Confused, difused, infused
In space I go tho of satellites I know not

I see and feel him around me
Like the Saturn rings
I hear him form his heartbeat
His beats so rhythmic
Ad tap and sing
Maybe wink at it

I see ice cream all over him
I smell vanilla all over him
I want to devour him whole
I don’t want to
He might not have a reproduction
A clone they say

Mine mind
My thighs
My kind
Served hot arranged neat for him to devour

Fax me his like
So I get it all right
I want him to fork and knife
Dip and slice
Let the juice drip
Let him, it, lick
With small bites
Nibbles and smiles
Chuckles and snuggles
Let the moon fade away the sun rise and set

toothpaste allergies

Toothpaste allergies This has become a very contentious issue in my life of late. I enter a matatu and the very smart person besides me tries to struck a conversation but the toothpaste allergy stops me from even wanting to get slack off cost of paying bus fare Then I go to the bank and I see a very cute counter attendant an decide to appreciate Gods creation fully which includes taking my feet through hell queuing in his very long queue just so I have a glimpse and few minutes of awe with this guy who might not even notice my short stout self then just as am finally about to get my flirting shoes!whoop the toothpaste effect stops me when clearly no distinction is made between werokam n welcome….disappointment galore Next day I am at a pool trying to relax and get over my toothpaste effects barriers. Then this guy who looks like god of a movie is standing at the diving board. I watch him methodologically and mathematically literally slice into the water and the splash effect makes me feel like I just got into contact with him…oh…a short while later he is walking in my sun bathing direction and gets a spot near me ,I give him the ’its ok you can talk to me’ smile and wait .wait wait wait I do..the toothpaste effect makes me foresee a very boring future between us if any thing was to grow and from then on i wear my highway optica sunglasses and fall into a dream for him being talkative..or ay the least a tad more interesting My hair being African and natural was thoroughly messed up so I decide to visit a hairdresser. My friend has been telling me of this hairdresser in town so I decide to visit him. I enter the hair salon but I am stubborn about letting other hairdresser to caress my head and so I patiently await Mr. .cute hairdresser. And boy do I wait! Finally it’s my turn he caresses my head gently then I decide to be courteous and shower the kind guy who has to untangle through my wires of my hair with my sweet words. I ask where he ‘packs’ and yet again the toothpaste effect halts me mum Lordi oh lordi these toothpaste effects are too many in just one week. Maybe its only me who gets affected by the toothpaste effects. or who is allergic to bad breath, vibeless and quiet guys as well as accents and slow people .well whether am the only one or not toothpaste effects are a major no no in todays society. if you are not eloquent then avoid speaking to much if you have bad breath issues then seek help and finally if you have nothing to say that makes sense,builds or even helps the other person then please do not say it.

i love her this so. yo my dear siz

I love her this so ….



A cold wind of fear passes over me at every thought of her
Precious her, strong her, s-heroic her
With every passing second a tear tries to commit suicide
But I stop it
Trying to wear fragrance of strength a smile of surety and a helmet of confidence
She is the second mother to me
The best friend
The elder sister
The s-hero
The comedian
The focused on
The pace setter
The fit on
Lifestyle , beauty consultant

Battling thoughts creeping into me
Thoughts my mother would call from the devils master plan
Torn between prayer, hope, wishing, crossing of fingers
I know she will be fine my soul tells me
I believe she will be fine my conscious whispers
My outer screaming she’s fine
But what do I really know, believe and feel.

Everything happens for a reason so I believe
What is the reason for this?
How much confidence can I continue building up
How much faith should I gather up?

A weak soul
Confused heart
Undecided gut
But a sure mind
A sure alter ego
A sure conviction
It will be well…

a day

a kiss a day

a wish a way a day

a smile all day every day

a hug any day

a perfect life

achieve acquire all this allday every day

adjustments ahve to be made by me :(

my first perfoamnce of 2010 was this past saturday at the all saints cathedral for te poetry spot nite.

i arrive there as a listener but i get my name on the performers list ,joke is i had the longest time of all performers..

i pick a poem ,heart ache p1 and part 2 and get on stage..i begin with a narrative then mix poetry with singing and i start feeling an acceptance warmth of sort form the crowd. it was what i was meant to say to the right people and at the right time.

i loved every word i said on the stage and m greatest being.. do not get shaken by a situation you are in someone must hav egoten through it for it to even have a name..

as i said this word i had to listen to myself and convince myself that it was true.i am going what i would call a series of events that call for major adjustments and God knows i hate adjusting especially if its for the worst. i prefer moving from black to white than the other way around but not to worry myself i keep saying that i will make it through and i will have a story to tell..

have a great week dear reader..

dear writer

every writer has a dry spell
mine was but now gone

the rain an inspiration of my morning writing
my circumstances,situations a drive of my writing
another writing phase begins
thank you for the support this far.......


chozih shed a tear for u....:)xoxo