BODA BODA SENTIMENTS

Boda Bodas are a real pain in my backside-quite literally
These miniature monsters are ridden with no regard for the passengers’ like myself who haven’t got a humongous bum (like women from a certain part of the country) to cushion the many pot holes; by the time the ride is through, am normally stretching and checking whether all my faculties are intact as per prior to the ride…

Many people complain that boda bodas are too fast n reckless, but I think such people only complain coz they are jealousy of the nimbleness with which they cut through the traffic like a knife through butter. Imagine seated in an obscene traffic jam in kla’s heat without air-con for an hour,and this fellow flashes past u, dodging every car and fly in his way with the agility of the wind, reaches his destination 5kms away n flashes past again in, headed in the opposite direction. Yet ur car has moved only 10meters during that duration(even these 10meters are an illusion coz the sun is deep frying ur brains in ur aluminium tin and playing tricks on u)

(As a By-the-way, I love the sight of a hot chick seated on a boda boda; am not talking about the “lady” way of seating, but rather “guy” way of seating…for some reason it sends some weird signals to the wicked parts of my anatomy)

Back to the issue at hand.U can imagine my disgust one day,when I decide to beat the traffic by jumping onto a boda boda in the hope of getting to my destination quickly-plus some adrenaline rush for good measure-when the fellow refused to be reckless. Of all the bums I could have got, I chanced upon a wussy. The guy didn’t bother to wiggle round the cars, but chose to keep in line, behind them.I really wanted to to knock the stuffing out of him.
“The reason am on this cursed thing of yours is that ur meant to get me to my destination fast n furious, disregarding every traffic rule u ever learnt and the safety of your already miserable life never mind of your passenger”, I thought.
And it’s because of the unpredictability of these guys that I swear not to take another baja in my life…
..Damn got a date n am late..Ok scrap my previous statement, need to get a baja before my date cancels…later

TELEPHONE SENSUALITY

Ring! Ring! goes your TELEPHONE
You know that its me,but u act unbeknown.
Beep!Beep! goes your TELEPHONE
You read my text,it makes u blush,but your still aloof as the ozone.

Many times i Ring!Ring! your TELEPHONE
But its like getting blood from a stone.
Many times i Beep!Beep! your TELEPHONE
But u just thought me as a spare cologne.

Ring! Ring! goes my TELEPHONE
I know that its u,but i hold my own.
Beep!Beep! goes my TELEPHONE,
I read your text,it makes me gloat,coz i know am more wanted than the rolling stone.

U now wish for my Ring!Ring! on your TELEPHONE,
As u have now realised u cant go it alone.
U now wish for my Beep!Beep! on your TELEPHONE
Coz its contents had the melody of a xylophone.

Wish u had picked your TELEPHONE,
Before my heart had became as cold as a headstone...

And now you are left to moan, with your pathetic TELEPHONE,
Because am already gone

DISCRIMINATION (looks)

A friend of mine once observed-out loud- that most of my female friends fall in the category of "pretty"(emphasis on the quotes);and that i discriminate on looks...
Naturally i wanted to deny and go on the defensive,but the evidence pinned me...
So, as I usually do when am cornered, i conjured up a witty statement to bail my sorry behind with..
"I just love the finer things in life;unlike u,am debonair"

WHAT ARE YOUR OPINIONS?

PS:
I don't do it consciously,so spare me the crap of dont judge a book by its cover....(what a cliche)
btw could I be cacophobic (fear of ugliness)?

walk away

Just because I smile and smile
And happiness is my coat…,
You think that I’m a gatepost
Numb to the stab of pain.

Just because of the laugh on my lips
And my eyes lowered in respect…
You think I’m like a stone,
And don’t know what it is to die.

But like a mighty man of valour,
I arise from your quagmire of deception
And break free from ur chains
For my hair is now again fully grown

My eyes see right through you;
For the wind has brought me word of your manipulation.

I smile at my naivety to give u a chance to prove me wrong,
But its true "Gwowonya egere,yalikusambya"
But now,i rub ur slime off my shoulder,
Lace my shoes,and leave u to behold my back
As i walk away...to the place called
Far,far away

I stand at the threshold of the unknown,
Oddly i feel no fright
rather i feel so light
Engulfed in such mystic delight;
Hence all my fears hurry away in flight,
leaving my conscience in the right..
And as Providence opens the threshold...
My eyes are blinded by the light
Because my future is so bright

my femme fatale

As i walked life's path,
I chanced upon a bird perched on a tree
That sang a song so beautiful
that though long my journey maybe,
I dared not leave.

Under her tree I sat,and still seat
to partake of sounds so heavenly;
beckoning all who care,
To come and mellow with me.

She has become my perpetual indulgence
My bitter sweet,my Helen of troy.
And it makes me blush at my sin
But oh!what sweet sin