The Schoolgirl Next Door

Curiosity killed a cat, so they sayschoolgirl next door

Who is she to ask if I am gay?

She is on a risky mission

And so obstinate is she, ignoring voices of reason

Why does she want to know too much

When still this young?

Today she invaded my privacy

Tis obvious she had illicit intentions

School girls? No, I stick to my ecstasy

I’ve outgrown this, no time for half-dose injections

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Respect Your Wife- It’s a Command

A lot of men think they are doing women a favour by asking for her hand in marriage, but lets think about this :

she changes her name,

changes her home,

leaves her family,

moves in with you,

builds a home with you,

gets pregnant for you,

pregnancy changes her body,

She bears the shame of walking with the evidence that she had sexrespect your wife

she gets fat,

almost gives up in the labour room due to the unbearable pains of child birth,

even the kids she delivers bear your name.

Till the day she dies…

everything she does, (cooking, cleaning your house, taking care of your parents,

bringing up your children, earning, advising you, ensuring you can be relaxed, maintaining all family relations, everything that benefit you…..sometimes at the cost of her own health , hobbies and beauty.

so who is really doing whom a favour?

Dear men appreciate the women in your lives always, coz it is not easy to be a woman.

*Being a woman is priceless *;;

I am Not My Hair

I am Not My Hair

I have had problems with people in relation to what hairstyle I adopt. When I left high school, I kept it long and flowing, few seemed impressed. recently I did what I have never done before, cut my hair to skin level and guys were like ” WTF is wrong with the Dude”. Ok lemme clarify something, I am not trying to impress anyone and I keep my hair how I wish best.

Whatever it is that covers the skull doesn’t matter, it’s the content of the brain that matters

I am not mY Hair

You may not like my looks when I keep my hair beneath the skin level but I will be the one to suffer when my confidence level falls below the sea level for failing to please you!

The Versatile Blogger Award

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This was least expected, I’ve been away for quite a while only to be welcomed with a blogger award. Thanks to Akhy Mjanja for nominating me for this award. find his blog here . Akhy I feel so loved and valued, I now know that someone out there appreciates what I do and I may only seal this with a promise to my followers and fans that my pen will not be drained any soon. stay put for more.

Rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you and add a link to their blog
2. List the award rules so your nominees will know what to do.
3. State 7 things about yourself
4. Nominate other bloggers for the award.
5. Contact your nominees to let them know you have nominated them.
6. Display the award logo on your blog.

7 things about me

1. I never bought pens while in high school. just took them from friends. never stole them

2. My class teacher named petty simply because I helped her complete a sentence she was reading

3. I am an eater, I cant starve and watch others eating snakes

4. contrary to what people think many times I have loathed myself

5. I have attempted suicide once….nothing happened…you can be sure I WILL NEVER do it again!

6. I know very little about fashion…my wardrobe is a complete mess

7. I hate plastic beauty

I am nominating these wonderful bloggers for the award

1.Ms. Vee

2.ronedion7

3.holyholyray

4.penshift

5.Man of many thoughts

you have been very good at what you do and I hope you will increase your pace to the peak. please accept this and pin it on your blog. Share it as well.

To The Woman I Want To Make My Wife

Dear You.

I hope this letter find you fine. I place this pen on paper and watch it as it glides on it spewing ink. It’s my hope that when you trace the path of this pen you will not only find the hurt and hollowness in me but also reasons that will make you want to spend the rest of your life with me. But with that said I don’t intend to bleach the dark side of my life just to entice you to be a part of me. NO, I am very blunt, loving the harsh realities of life than the sugar coated venom. So welcome into my world where bitter truth is embraced and sweet lies are shown the door.

It’s rather weird to begin a letter with confessions but that’s right where I am beginning this letter to you, See before I met you I had fallen in love, not once, not twice but thrice. First I fell in love with Samantha, back then I was still very naïve to believe in fairytales that my eyes served me when I watched EL CUAPO. Dear, you shouldn’t be mad at Samantha. That love was impossible, forget about her breathing close to my ears. I didn’t even see her out of her school’s compound neither did I see the flesh beneath her school uniform. I guess I shouldn’t have met her in the first place because she left me at a loss. The day she ended our last call I knew she parted with a piece of my heart.

Secondly, I fell in love with faith who unlike her name wasn’t faithful enough to give our relationship a breath of endurance to scale us through the tests of life. When we broke up she left a vacuum in me that my desperate quest to fill got me encircled in the arms of Edith. I guess she isn’t worth the mention.

Thirdly, I fell in love with Esther who even after being with me for 4 years wasn’t ready to quell the belief that a charismatic young man with a light skin and a pretty smile wasn’t to be trusted.

If it makes you feel right, I have been single for years now; just waiting for you but even if I got you today you still won’t be my number one as I gave that to God who is gracious enough to grant me the breath of life every day in spite of my crippling weight of sins, see the bibles tells that the wages of sin is death but he still grants me my daily bread needless to mention he gave his son as ransom for my freedom from chains of sin so I am convinced that he loves me more than you will.

Dearest don’t let this underestimate the love I have for you, I love you more than the oceanic waves love the shore. Even entomologists know that the love I have for you is much more than that grasshoppers have for each other. I give you my heart and even though I can’t afford a mansion I give you the permission to pitch a tent in it and forever call it home, where you belong.

My dear I would like you to bear me four children but even if I knew today that you won’t bear me a single child I would still be in pursuit of you for I know there is more to a woman than the fruits of her womb.

Dearest I know I may not afford to take to you to Diani for a single night but please don’t add that to an already long list of my limitations, Instead I will take you out in the chilly night , we will count the stars and marvel at the beauty of the constellations.

It’s a shame poverty knows my name but you can bet on my neck my mother never gave birth to a weakling, Nyamasita never have birth to a beggar and I will soil my hands to avail all your needs and to my children I will break my spine if I have to just to give them a life I never had.

Dearest in this life do not be quick to please for no one will appreciate it even if you did. Do not break your legs in pursuit of legacy neither let your love for glamour of this world put you through crazy tendencies. Instead learn to love yourself before you love the world and appreciate the fact that you are a precious jewel at least before my eyes, even if all you see when you stand before a mirror are your flaws and imperfections be content because the flaws you see in you couldn’t be substituted by these plastic beauty that my eyes have grown tired of seeing.

You’re a perfect embodiment of proverbs 31 woman.

A woman of virtue, a woman who knows that sitting around won’t pay bills. She knows that crops need no weeds and orphans too have needs. She brazes through the scotching sun fending for her kids despite the heat.

Please accept to spend the rest of your life with me but if death may snatch me away from you; cry, don’t be ashamed of your tears but remember the world will continue spinning and so you shall have to forge ahead. Stay in our home, take care of our children and though friends will depart remember you won’t be alone, you can count on God for he will sail you through the storms of this life.

Stick with me through rise and fall, sweet and bigger. This world is mean and greed rules it. When they bring bulldozers to have our mansion brought down, stay strong, with every pair of our hands we will collect sticks and leaves, be content with a makeshift coz it won’t be long before God restores our possessions. Just in case you forget I LOVE YOU

I am waiting to hear from you.