Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Cringeworthy

Social media has left a digital trail behind each of its adherents, of their interactional footprints. Everything you ever liked, uploaded, posted or shared, whether or not it was thereafter unliked or deleted, left an electronic mark that ties you to it. It need not call for a forensic expert; any stalker will suffice. "The Internet never forgets!"

Therefore as I review my postings on the plethora of social media platforms I am subscribed to, I am compelled to cringe inwardly and outwardly. For if I were to be judged by mere mortals on some of the more frivolous content I have authored here and elsewhere, I myself would have to preemptively plead a loud shout of "GUILTY OF ALL CHARGES! PROCEED TO JUDGEMENT!" in order to abbreviate the agony of having all that foolishness scrutinized again.

But a more comprehensive record than our social media footprints is written in heaven's book of records. Every thought, every word, every deed, with their consequences good and bad, is written, with terrible exactness, by unseen angels. It is a depiction of our character more vivid than any high definition selfie.  How much more cringeworthy is that record!

LORD have mercy.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

My Pride and Joy

Gentle and earnest, queen uncrowned,
You adorn my presence.
Calm and quiet, words well measured,
your pleasant voice thrills my soul.
Wise and prudent, yet a humble student,
I would love to enter your mind:
to know the software of your heart,
that so seamlessly syncs with mine;
To examine your delicate voice box
which tenderly caresses my soul.
your Brown Eyes calm my fears,
you excite my passions,
You lift my spirits,
My pride and joy.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Traitors and their Fake Accents

Kenyan media have decided that all the black events surrounding Kenya's 2017 election mean nothing, whether viewed in isolation or as one big picture. For the most part they have reduced the few incidents they deem worthy of broadcast to absurd isolation. "Just some rotten luck for these guys." Fearful of repercussions, they are reduced to spineless fencesitters content to peddle the illusion of normalcy, to engage our thoughts with frivolous programming, shrouding our minds in noisy darkness and distraction, tiring our hearts while we look to them for illumination.

And they still find time to squeeze in soap operas, comedies and cartoons between newscasts. Live, love, laugh. As usual.

The verdict on the street is well known by all. But you won't hear it on the TV. That screen is hallowed ground;  it is the venerated temple of cowardly sellouts and eloquent traitors, the plain truth dare not tread where masters of spin can easily lay hold of it.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Brown Eyes

My predecessors came along and departed.

And then they left you in their wake for others.

To seek new conquests.

To let others conquer.

I thought me special, benevolent, different than the rest.

I thought to be The One for you.

My wise reign would never end.

Did I not give you my word?

Yet you held your tongue.

But belated enlightenment yielded unsolicited meaning.

Without which I almost became very special indeed:

The One that didn't get away from you.

What made me think I would endure the test of time?

Why should I have broken tradition?

Who did I think I was?

Lest I mistake myself for the fool you take me for

for I go mad grappling with the distinction.

Answer me this only, just this one thing.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The entitlement is STRONG

Your murky past lay quiet in the dark fog as I ravished you forgetting myself.

Suddenly out of erstwhile placid if dim mists burst forth furious fire breathing monsters, laying waste to my pride, scattering my focused ardour, interrupting my heedless lust, mauling my ego to shreds.

My manhood shrivelled amidst the fiery blast. I did reel dazed.

And you dare protest that my love for you should salve scalds thus recieved.

And you dare expect said love to blind me to the eyesore it inflicted.

"As you were," you dare order.

It's just one demand too many, a little bit too much.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

The Spice of Life

A little pepper livens up a recipe. Sure, the tongue is irritated and the sweat doth gush from the pores in my forehead and tip of my nose, but there is no chance to quietly sit absebtmindedly swallowing the food. Every spoonful matters when it burns.

At first I thought I wanted a strong woman who would be vocal about her grievances as she took no hostages on her trailblazing rocket-like ascent to scale the heights. Ailis came and went. And then I thought I wanted a quiet submissive woman who would carefully tiptoe around my brittle ego and mind the low glass ceiling. I got such a one exactly.

Human nature is impossible to satisfy for very long. While peace and harmony really jive with me, prolonged stability however revives the demoralizing spectre of boredom.

I am therefore resolved to introduce a little pepper to the ingredients of this very loving relationship.

Just a pinch, not a fistful.

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Wife Material

Despite her being a gentle soul, agreeable and generous, she remains unwed to this day. Not because she has any faults as such but because she insists on doing things right.

Do you desire to sleep with her, and she with you? Then marry her first.

Does her instinct tell her you two will not be happy together? Then forget about her.

She is pleasant to be around, warm and attentive; one to avoid loud confrontations. Her mind is an open book, for she speaks her mind graciously, ernestly, gently, with never a word out of place.

Her eyes gleam with an infectious and a pure happiness that bubbles up from inside her. Her smile is bright and her laugh genuine. Hers is the pure essence of a clear conscience, contentment undefiled by resentments, a quiet spirit, a beautiful thing.

A trustworthy lady, she keeps confidences and forgets slights quickly, her heart's door ever open to reconciliation and closed to grudges.

A brave warrior of truth, she stands up for what she believes. Although her gentle voice bears no menace, her sure words are usually wise or encouraging, yet she will never undermine her stance with compromise.

Her name is Joy, a delight indeed in store for whoever she so patiently waits for.

Friday, April 14, 2017

The Company I Kept on Sunday

The sight of you is a picturesque paradox of multiple visual contradictions.

Well set flowing hair,
Crossed arms and legs,
A figure hugging dress,
A practical handbag...
All the while your flat dead stare whispers danger to those whose hearts still feel. Your poker face is a decidedly bored countenance  conveying slight annoyance, yet it quickly gives way to an engaging smile on demand.

With your comportment you perfectly camouflage a razor-sharp mind with an artfully understated exterior.

You excel at luring your hunters into traps of their own devising, mistress of the chase. A fool decieved by your unassuming exterior charges into the fray, with you in his sights, only to impale himself through the heart on the point of his own arrogance.

Your tongue armed with an incisive wit lurks behind the bars of your teeth, sealed behind pursed lips. To all outward appearances you are content to pass for the average wallflower type, but you delight in surprising the adventurer who gambles an opener on you.

Yet you are a gentle soul, compelled by the times to know and master games which might otherwise desolate your heart. With worldly wisdom came hardiness and subtility, weariness of others' falseness and hatred of your own naivety. Your vulnerability became your worst nightmare.

You grew, and now, you live for the thrill of the hunt.

Pity that man that will lastly march you down the aisle, believing himself the victorious hunter.

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Epicenter

Lately at work I find myself literally surrounded in all directions by female colleagues of all shapes sizes and stations in life.

Sometimes the glut of oestrogen is suffocating. One hapless woman shows up early to work with a bad mood left over from the domestic battlefront, and every other woman syncs into that exact mood quickly. Next thing I know I'm a front seat observer at a third rate drama-thriller poorly disguised as a professional workplace environment.

Sometimes I become the center of attention. It doesn't help that my quirks are so eccentric that many things I find myself doing absentmindedly make ME laugh. I'm only now getting used to myself. Their favorite pastime is ganging up to tell me I should marry. Nowadays I just agree and ask for their little sisters' numbers.

A part of me understands though. The girls need an outlet for their girlishness. They can't share gossip forever. I'm a sitting target in their midst, a sounding board for how far their minds have deviated from practical sanity. But the femmes enjoy trying to annoy/provoke me purely for its own sake. I've never understood that bit. One wishes I had been born her small brother and takes every opportunity to harangue me about all my life choices and yet she is no saint. Even the mousy homely one among them plucks up enough courage to interfere with my settled peace of mind whenever her fancies grip her. Another one went so far as to throw tantrums when I refused to comply with her frivolous attention-grabbing gimmicks, got frustrated at length, forgot her wits, attempted to drag me in my seat from my desk.

There are a few other guys around but they are not thus maltreated. They say its my fault I'm playful and accomodating. I should try being fierce and angry. They tell me I could be sleeping with these women colleagues if I wanted. I tell them I will never do that again.

There is a line these ladies do not cross with me, despite all the liberties they take. I was oblivious to this fact until another female colleague told me "When you enter the room these people behave." They think I am their agreeable brother.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Long distance relationship

She's too far away.
Your meetings are never long enough.
Body language is lost in cellular transmission.
Can you trust her? Others see in her just the same thing that attracted you.
Can she trust you? She knows other women are nearer to you.
Suspicion pops up all over the place like a game of whack-a-mole.
Too long a short silence triggers insecurity.
Absence makes the heart grow sicker.
Being alone (single, for-real single instead of long-distance-relationship single) starts to seem easier.
You physically ache inside.
Perfectly unreasonable resentments undermine mutual professions of love.
You start to doubt whether the wait... is worth the wait.
The gulf between peaks of companionship and troughs of separation is mind-boggling, depressing in itself...