Here lies one of my random writings that keep me going
Days are here
Nights are over
Sleepless nights with quiet times
Never knew there will be light at the end of the tunnel
The tunnel seems unending
Legs tired, eyes blinking
Hands shriving, mind wandering
Never knew hope could be lost
Till it seems so far away
Your days are over
My days are near
Drawing closer than the snail
Moving faster than the plane
It will fall on you like the rain
I've seen worst days
You've seen better days
Now is the time to switch roles
Hope you do play your part well
Like Shakespeare's Macbeth
You feel you are above the world
You seem to be outta this world kindda person
Not knowing the end of your reign is here
As seen on TV
It looks like a comic play
But like a fairy tale
There will always be HaPpY Endings ever after.
Thursday 22 July 2010
Friday 16 July 2010
Life (The deathly divorce)
Just like my friend who sent this to me, I take no credit for the piece you're about to read. In fact, it isn't what I intended to write about today. However, it came from a thoughtful friend this morning and I decided it just had to be it.
This is not one of those chain mails that has repercussions attached to, this is probably a true life experience telling us about love and how it should be approached and treated.
Please its, worth reading and may you be blessed as you do so.
""""""""""""""""""""When I got home that night, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, 'I've got something to tell you.'
She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.
'I want a divorce,' I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she asked me softly, 'Why?'
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, 'You are not a man!'
That night we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to bed and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table, writing. I just did not care, so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. 'No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,' she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, 'Daddy is holding mummy in his arms.' His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, 'don't tell our son about the divorce.' I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps, the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, 'all my dresses have grown bigger.' I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Then it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, 'Dad, it's time to carry mum out.' To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, 'I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.' I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, 'Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.' She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. 'Do you have a fever?' She said. I moved her hand off my head. 'Sorry, Dew,' I said, 'I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.' Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, 'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.'
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed. DEAD!
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Share this as far as you possibly can. If you don't share it, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.""""""""""""""""""""
Well, need I say any more? Have an awesome day.
Esther Amina (I guess she is the author).
The End
Need I write anymore? May the Lord bless our marriage, our Parents and all those around us
This is not one of those chain mails that has repercussions attached to, this is probably a true life experience telling us about love and how it should be approached and treated.
Please its, worth reading and may you be blessed as you do so.
""""""""""""""""""""When I got home that night, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, 'I've got something to tell you.'
She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking.
'I want a divorce,' I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she asked me softly, 'Why?'
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, 'You are not a man!'
That night we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to bed and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table, writing. I just did not care, so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into our bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration, I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. 'No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,' she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, 'Daddy is holding mummy in his arms.' His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, 'don't tell our son about the divorce.' I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps, the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, 'all my dresses have grown bigger.' I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Then it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, 'Dad, it's time to carry mum out.' To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, 'I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.' I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, 'Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.' She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. 'Do you have a fever?' She said. I moved her hand off my head. 'Sorry, Dew,' I said, 'I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day, I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.' Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, 'I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.'
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed. DEAD!
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy.
Share this as far as you possibly can. If you don't share it, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.""""""""""""""""""""
Well, need I say any more? Have an awesome day.
Esther Amina (I guess she is the author).
The End
Need I write anymore? May the Lord bless our marriage, our Parents and all those around us
Thursday 15 July 2010
Mafaba the Carpenter
The day couldn't have started more better than with the thought of starting a new job even though it is a volunteer job which leaves your account not any better than it was before the job, I look so eager to start and couldn't wait for the long awaited start time.
My day started very early with the hope of converting a £5 note to £150 by the end of the day but faith started failing me as soon as I stepped out of the house after enduring the sound that emanates from the next room which happens to be my flatmate snoring. Stepping out into the ever cold hands of the Aberdeen weather which knows no summer, my hands were properly tocked into my trouser but all I had on me was a polo t-shirt and as custom demands I must not go back into the house till the days task is over which left me with no other choice than praying for my enemies that God should please send them for an MBA course in the University of Aberdeen (this will come as a blog later on).
On getting to my money doubling joint (Hillhead),
I was so disappointed that my offer was turned down and I had to stay away from £145 which made going to work very boring.
On arriving work, I was given a 'quick' task which lasted for more than 3hrs, My task was to make a room drawer. With no experience but with the help of a manual and an electric screwdriver, I was able to make my way through and became a certified carpenter, thanks to BRITISH HEART FOUNDATION!
Below are the pictures of me doing the wood work. I couldn't get the final result snapped cos the store had already ran outta time, closing time was 5pm but we left there around 6:40pm, thanks to the newest carpenter in town
My day started very early with the hope of converting a £5 note to £150 by the end of the day but faith started failing me as soon as I stepped out of the house after enduring the sound that emanates from the next room which happens to be my flatmate snoring. Stepping out into the ever cold hands of the Aberdeen weather which knows no summer, my hands were properly tocked into my trouser but all I had on me was a polo t-shirt and as custom demands I must not go back into the house till the days task is over which left me with no other choice than praying for my enemies that God should please send them for an MBA course in the University of Aberdeen (this will come as a blog later on).
On getting to my money doubling joint (Hillhead),
I was so disappointed that my offer was turned down and I had to stay away from £145 which made going to work very boring.
On arriving work, I was given a 'quick' task which lasted for more than 3hrs, My task was to make a room drawer. With no experience but with the help of a manual and an electric screwdriver, I was able to make my way through and became a certified carpenter, thanks to BRITISH HEART FOUNDATION!
Below are the pictures of me doing the wood work. I couldn't get the final result snapped cos the store had already ran outta time, closing time was 5pm but we left there around 6:40pm, thanks to the newest carpenter in town
Came home, settledown with a plate of Amala with efo and fish, cooling off with PES 10 before stepping down with my gurlfriends call.
I guess this is not what this blog is all about but we will get there in due course.
Cheers mate!
Tuesday 13 July 2010
Paul the Psychic Octopus (Paul the Babalawo or Ifa Priest)
South Africa 2010 has come and gone and has left so many unforgettable memories with us ranging from Keitastrofic or keitatiass to 'Green it', the blasting sound of Vuvuzulas, the almighty Jabulani ball, just to mention a few but every wonder what became popular and even left people wondering if Vevezula was ever used in the just concluded world cup, then it would be no other than the 2year old England born Octopus who migrated to start its career in Germany and named Paul. Paul the octopus is far much more expensive than the most expensive player (C. Ronaldo) who took part in the world cup.
Paul the Ifa priest like I like calling him became popular through its clean record prediction (i will call it divination) of all of Germany's match and the final match between Spain and Norway, which has left noting but death treats and its been asked to be used for sushi.
Paul became popular through its eating power by identifying the weakest link to be dealt with last and predicting the strongest link will win.
How was this done?
During each prediction, two mussel-filled acrylic boxes labeled with a team's flag were lowered into his tank. Whichever box he chose to eat from first conveyed the winning team. He drew cries of despair from assembled watchers before the semifinal round, when he lingered over the box for the German flag before opting for the Spanish flag instead. Spain won the match 1-0.
During each prediction, two mussel-filled acrylic boxes labeled with a team's flag were lowered into his tank. Whichever box he chose to eat from first conveyed the winning team. He drew cries of despair from assembled watchers before the semifinal round, when he lingered over the box for the German flag before opting for the Spanish flag instead. Spain won the match 1-0.Bitter German fans later threatened to turn him into sushi and Sea Life in Oberhausen received death-threat emails saying "we want Paul for the pan," but after Spain's triumph in Sunday's final, Spain's Prime Minister Jose Luiz Rodriguez Zapatero called for octopus bodyguards.
Hear what the press has to say
(CNN) -- Paul the octopus -- who correctly predicted the outcome of eight World Cup matches in a row -- is officially retiring from the prediction business, said the aquarium in Germany where he lives.
"A host of offers from around the globe will be carefully vetted in the coming days to see if there are opportunities to spread Paul's fame even further, without involving the canny cephalod directly," Sea Life aquariums said in a statement.
Oberhausen Sea Life Center in Germany, where Paul resides, is also considering establishing a school for octopods "so that Paul has the opportunity to pass on some of his skills to younger cousins before his short but memorable life reaches its natural conclusion." Said spokesman Mark Oakley, "He has been a superstar and deserves a quiet retirement. Paul the octopus is arguably the most famous sea creature there has ever been."
I wonder if any ifa priest both in his life time and in death has and will ever live to the achievements of Paul, the Octopus.
Even though, the first World cup to be played on African's own soil didn't go well with the African teams, it has got its place in the records. It has made histories and we as Africans do hope it will find its place in history with the Vuvuzelas, Octopus prediction and the Jabulani ball.
Even though, the first World cup to be played on African's own soil didn't go well with the African teams, it has got its place in the records. It has made histories and we as Africans do hope it will find its place in history with the Vuvuzelas, Octopus prediction and the Jabulani ball.
My First Blog
Officially, this is my first blog, after so much procrastination. Thanks to Marchelynda Shinta who's blog, even thou was written in Indonesian, served as an inspiration for me to officially kick start this blog.
2:39am is the time and am suppose to be sleeping or doing my course work or dissertation which am yet to conclude on a topic to write on, yet my supervisor expects to see the introduction and the literature review on Friday, so help me God.
I can never forget the day I dropped one of my bad habit 'Playing Mafia Wars on Facebook', it was on a Saturday April 10, I had to replaced with another bad habit 'Twitter' and right now, I think I have found another bad habit, I will like to pledge my allegiance to be a good writer and never plagiarize, at least if its your work, I will reference it but if its unpublished and there is no claim of who owns it, plagiarism is outta the case.
Watch-out for my post, they will always leave ur heart lighter than they met it.
Cheers mate