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

Tagged

7 Random things about me
1.Am perpetual procrastinator,but in the end i get things done-besides that what counts rite
2.I hate being resposible for other people(for that reason i hate being the first born)
3.I love athletics(though no longer do it),soccer-like crazy-i like playing it.people tel me am good,but i think am slightly above average.
4.When am feeling down n low i resort to nature.i take long walks,beholding its grandeur;or go to a hill top n watch the sunset for about an hour prior to dusk.To me its a sense of worship to Providence)
5.i love intellectually stimulating conversation with a pretty female.can go on for hours,even if we have just met-its my weakness.
5.i look down on "blondes".a bit chauvinistic,i know,but its the truth
6.am very observant,few things pass me by without noticing.e.g i can remember what all gals wore on our first dates;even after 3years.thats only the tip of the iceberg.
However,i have problem remembering people's names and faces.i mite remember the face,but not the name,or vice verser.
7.I am not good at expressing my deep sentiments face to face...thus i write; and when i do write,i dont with hold anything back
BONUS;
8.My confidence lies in not giving a rat's tail about other people's opinions of me-thus the swagger
9.I am a ROMANTIC 411

Release

I nod sheepishly in acknowledgement,
Lowering my eyes in respect…:
Oh no, let the façade not deceive you,
My pleas for mercy are not of timidity,
But of an untamed fury that can only be quenched
By the winds of liberty.
Its freedom that I quest at all cost...
Even if it’s to gratify your utter animosity

(sigh)...huh!!!

As we gaze at each other, am lost in bewilderment and awe
Your gaze an entry into enchanted magnificence
Your voice an echo of angelic splendor,
Bringing a fragrance from the intensity of your soul
Sweetening all sourness inside of me,
Evening all jagged edges of my being.

As we turn to behold the moonless sky
With our fingers and souls entwined
Wondering what could have been…
A star shoots by; leaving me wishing you could be mine;
But my heart doesn’t dismay or whine
Because at the same table of friendship forever shall we dine.

Now,Tomorrow,NOW!!!

What I’ll lose tomorrow, I don’t know,
But today…
Today I’ll clutch onto that which I’ve
And place it closely to my heart
So that when tomorrow comes, and all is lost,
The emotions (thoughts) of today
Will carry me through every tomorrow
That is to come after today

just because

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.
(because)

Being a laid back-hakuna-matata follower,some pple tend to assume that ur numb to the stimuli around u,yet at times the inside is crying with xcruciating pain

My Life Is My Life

My life is indeed my life,
But if indeed it is my life
Why do people care what I do with it.
My own life indeed with all these people
Trying to get a piece of it,
Not knowing that they are opening Pandora’s.
So let me venture into the deeper for myself….
I know they mean good, but it is ‘My Life’.
‘My life’ means independence from the meddlers;
Besides don’t they have their hands busy with their own lives?
Do they want me to be what they where not?
Is ‘My Life’ the shadow of their dreams…..?
Still it is ‘My Life’!
(njagala 2004)

I will walk the Untamed, throw caution to the Wind and Release My Self to the Wild unknown.
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Am at the point in life where the road seems so long n uncertain,yet going back is equally as uncertain.So i press on in the hope that Providence will get me through
(Phillipians 3:13-14)

Random Thoughts

The epoch period of dawn starts with enigma,
The sun rises with hope of Elysium,
But in the shadows lurks a darkness few heed,
Waiting for the right time to spread its giant wings….

To some life is an unending maze of darkness, never to find themselves.
They will have none to blame,
As they will wish they had taken heed
When the shadow was still beneath their feet.

As the sun sets in the rusty eyes,
And the silver chain threatens to snap,
Life becomes all but ruthful
And uninhabitable for a fragile soul.

One ought to have sorted out self with Providence
When permanent dusk engulfs life
For the last time.
Dusk is near you, employ last joy of this even time.