Cautionary tale

Pace, switch, pace again,sigh. Pace,pace..

‘what is she doing?’ He wondered “MEGAN!” he roared. She appeared, resplendent in lace and leather, all perfumy and huffy with the latest Urban decay powdery scent.

“what?” she replied irritatedly ” I didnt take long, did I?”

He snorted. And then they walked out, to the gold plated hummer monstrosity she insisted he buy.

He helped her up and they drove off. Into the sunset.

I think perhaps you thought this tale would shame the woman’s materialistic tendencies. Maybe you thought I was anti make up. Or against tardy people. Lol.

None of the above. As much as some men pretend to hate makeup, and cry against the foulness of materialism, uplifting the ride or die chick as the modern day hero, some others do not mind.

Others are cool with it. They know the money hunger their women have and they are okay with it. Perhaps we too should stop worrying about gold diggers and just concentrate on working.

The Ugandans say, mind your stall, your tomatoes are rotting. :)

 

When you know.(Fiction)

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She slunk off the sofa and lay on the ground. Looking at the ceiling. Such an odd discoloration, it looks sort of like Jo’…oh shit. Im thinking about him again. She forced herself upright. Her arms, which were supporting her bosom slid underneath her and she ended up falling back down with a very muffled’Oomph’ She laughed.

This laziness will kill me. I should get up and make something to eat and then do some work. she thought but dust balls occupied her mind.

She looked like a model acting a movie about laziness. Her beautiful kinky hair was billowed around her head, glorious in its snary knotty mess. Her eyes with the lashes fanning out as if highlighting her drop dead gorgeous face. Little cupid arrows curved downwards as she lay idly on the woebegone carpet and turned her angelic facade to the ceiling in an almost holy contemplation…

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When you know.(Fiction)

She slunk off the sofa and lay on the ground. Looking at the ceiling. Such an odd discoloration, it looks sort of like Jo’…oh shit. Im thinking about him again. She forced herself upright. Her arms, which were supporting her bosom slid underneath her and she ended up falling back down with a very muffled’Oomph’ She laughed.

This laziness will kill me. I should get up and make something to eat and then do some work. she thought but dust balls occupied her mind.

She looked like a model acting a movie about laziness. Her beautiful kinky hair was billowed around her head, glorious in its snary knotty mess. Her eyes with the lashes fanning out as if highlighting her drop dead gorgeous face. Little cupid arrows curved downwards as she lay idly on the woebegone carpet and turned her angelic facade to the ceiling in an almost holy contemplation of the dust balls and spider webs that had colonised it.

She laughed again to herself, a throaty deep sound, that suggested innocent allure. The juxtaposition of these two factors is what lent her mystery and she looked like a reincarnation of both nefertiti and cleopatra. An iconic african goddess who had taken  a sojourn to the land 0f man to bless an unwitting and definitely unworthy mortal.

Her skin, dark and smooth glistened as an errant ray of sunshine illuminated her. her buxom body, wide hips, wide chest, tapering waist all barely restrained in a man’s t-shirt and boxers was inert as she softly closed her eyes and promptly fell asleep.

As he watched her sleeping, coming in softly under the pretext of having forgotten something or the other but in truth wanting to be near her, smell her essence and be with her, he held his breath. He had never been more in love, and he would never be as in love with her as he was at the moment.

The Versatile Blogger’s award

I was really trying hard to ignore this. No offense. However since I was nominated by two friends I really like, Amanya and Benjamin I’ll do this.

7 Facts about self

  1. I have thoughts on what to write late night like 1:00 am and I usually wake my boyfriend to whisper the thoughts to him in a hannibal lecter voice.
  2. I have no boyfriend.
  3. Maybe I do. Lol
  4. I am wasting your time non? Okay here’s a real one. I love children. I want like 3999999 of them
  5. I love God so much but I think he loves me more
  6. I am as loyal as a rottweiler. If Rottweilers are loyal.
  7. Insomniac. Perpetually happy although the downward spiral is very vicious. READ ME PLEASE.

 

The Rules

  1. Thank the person that nominated you and include a link to their blog.
  2. Nominate at least 15 bloggers of your choice. When considering a fellow blogger for the Versatile Blogger Award, keep in mind the quality of their writing, the uniqueness of their subject matter and the level of love displayed on the virtual page.
  3. Link your nominees and let them know about their nomination.
  4. Share seven facts about yourself

The rules say to nominate 15 bloggers. Im not sure Ill make that number but Ill tag the people I can think of at short notice.

One: Amanya (

Two: Benjie (http://bibirukwengyethoughts.blogspot.com)

Three: Nora (lookinforthepotofgold.blogspot.com)

Four: Joel Nevender (nevender.com)
Five: Beewol Aint no good recommendation without this guy here (Beewol.com)
and Serge my lovely bae. Lol.
Again, my apologies if you are not mentioned, I love you.

 

Fiction. Or not.

What happened to Anita? We will never know. She was a sad girl, but now she is happy. How unfortunate. Doesnt she know that it is more becoming to be sad? How will she fit in if she is not bitter like us?

We dont like fresh faces. We like people to be angry and sad and perplexed at how fast the world seems to be moving. We want them to be constantly disgusted and either be whiny or a social justice warrior or else how will they survive? There is no gray area. Moderate reasonable people are cowards.

In order to be healthy we are continuously jealous of each other’s progress and we must pull each other down to stop us from getting too big for our boots.

We must always cheat, must always do as little work as acceptable for the salary we are getting.

Development is detrimental, everyone knows that.

For fun, we must always deride others as they walk in and then deride with them the others that walk in.

Trolling must be legalized and aint no such thing as cyber bullying.

We are not bigots but girls are weak. Hoes.Bitches.

We are not racist at all (BLACK LIVES MATTER)  but all Asians are chinese and Indians are thieves.

Our countries are corrupt but we must be bribed to do our work and our parents obtained billions from the government every month very very legally, its their salary. Our parents cheat on each other but whose parents dont?? We shall also cheat but its coz we deserve good things. The Lord, we conveniently remember when we are in trouble or want something promised. He promised.

Sigh. Guys dont I post pics of my pantiless butt with a Bible verse? What more do you want from me to show you how Im a devoted christian?

A good gossip never hurt no one did it?

And if it did, it was not lasting damage was it? and if it was we didnt do it did we? We must blame the victim at all costs. You were lazy, you were a hoe, you eat too much, you have the wrong face for your body but all of that is their fault isnt it?

Im afraid to inform you that Anita is not following this agenda anymore. She is suffering from a strange condition called Caritis. I heard its from the Hezus bug. She gives to the poor. I know, I know, my jaw dropped too. Who gives to the poor? Those filthy decrepit creatures pathetically holding out their maimed articles for a little bit of our hard earned money. (His dick was hard) who gives to the poor? Anita. I cant stand her in this condition. She goes around with a holier than thou aura which Im afraid is contagious, so stay away from her.

Anita has never posted a nude or gone naked on her Instagram?!!!  Gasp, where is her sense of self expression. Anita does not smoke shisha or drink. Anita is not living her life well. We must constantly remind her of this. Is she even a girl?

Anita is revoltingly happy and she is secure in the knowledge that she is “saved” smh. I fear the fever has given her delusions. We have to create a story that will bring her back down with us dont we? for the good of the entire country, she must be rid this frightening joy she has contracted.

 

 

Not very politically correct

What is the difference between ambition and overshooting? Let me try to illustrate this. words are better than a thousand pictures mais non?

If you have a talent, say singing and you fight hard to get your talent in the limelight that all may be blessed by your voice. Say you work tirelessly till the whole world knows who you are and can sing at least one of your songs as they go about their business. That is ambition. And this world sometimes, is kind to ambitious people.

Overshooting is when you have the voice but you choose to act, sing, and trade stock and want to be recognised.

Of course people are going to point out the myriad of stars who transitioned from singing to acting and own successful businesses. I am not disagreeing. But those people have the talent for it. God gave us a myriad of talent and for some lucky animals, these talents are very useful and complement each other.

I also recognise the need to work out of your comfort zone. Push yourself, but why after discovering that something is not for you, do you not give up?

This is the motivational era where they ask you to try again and never give up and beat your head on a stone wall until the stones give way. But what if it is your head that has given way? Mashed brains much?

I am not an enemy of progress ba people banjye. I am just asking that after you discover that one thing is not for you, try another. Why should you “tie” yourself to one thing like a One Talent Jack?

To use a telecom metaphor, if the number is not going through, have you considered calling another person?