King in the House

So I've had the priveledge of having my 18month year old cousin staying with us.When they say kids are the boss you better believe it.When he wakes up everyone else has got to wake up whether you like it or not.He dictates the terms and conditions in the house.All I can say is we all got to be thankful to our mothers.Cause raising us mustve been hell.Having a kid in the house sure makes you take things into consideration.Mine would be about being a parent.I keep wondering that even with my cousin I get as irritated and frustrated and I cant handle it as such even while on break and technically not having all that much work to do.How will it be when with working and a busy do how would I take care of my own child (thats hoping and praying someone will let me have a kid with them.Lol!).Will I be able to give the love and attention needed and have the patience and skills and all that.The worst part is at times I end up thinking I would be incapable of it.For no other reason than how I feel.Sometimes the lil man cries or wails and all and I feel detached and emotionless and at other times I tend to think I couldnt have the patience that comes with feeding him,bathing him but most importantly how to take care of such a fragile being while I hardly dont know how to take care of myself.But then he laughs or does something so small and it makes you melt.Children are a mystery thats why only one parent can understand another parents sorrow or happiness and struggles in regards to their kids.One things for sure though this lil guy has made me start rethinking things I had either forgotten about or pushed back to the back of my head.Now with them open I will then have to write up a bit more but for now this lil guy is my inspiration in his own way.His actually bouncing up and down on the bed and wailing as if his crying while in fact his just happy.He makes very interesting attachments but those are stories for another day.
Jah Bless

Is it enough?

Sooo of late I have been on a movie binge.I mean I watched,Conan The Barbarian,Change up,Crazy stupid Love,Barely Legal and alot of movies.Somewhere along the story line they always seem to be able to fit a plot of Love.Either parental,sibling,lovers or of any sort.
On a random day got into a talk with a friend.She being a strong believer in Love is enough.Since we have know eachother since childhood she kept giving examples of people we know who conquered all cause of the love they had and beat all odds so to speak.Granted there was merit in what she said.And we left it at that cause lets face it I wasnt going to win that argument.
Staying in my room in the late hours of the night I started to think it over and over and this is my perspective or rather my experience in way.
I got to be honest (with myself mostly) I am in a way a romantic and do believe in those grand gestures of love (by grand I dont mean big).But with experience and time that outlook has been deminished into nothing more than a fantasy.When is it enough.Just the love you have or feel towards someone?Life always seems to get in the way.It could be that ex who messed up now everybody will be judged according to the faults of the previous.Could be parents or friends who just dont think the person is good enough or that they are not of an equal class and stature.In some instances you could put everything you have into it and yet hardly make a dent.Let me explain.Sometimes someone is able to make you feel so special and wonderful that regardless of anything going on in your own world and life when you with that person non of it matters.They take it all away and at times they do it even whne they do nothing at all.But at times you dont have the same effect on them for whatever reason.So some start asking if they are being fair to the other person or if its right for you to be given and take so much and yet not be able to do the same.
Im not saying this is always the case I mean we all know that couple or love story that we all thought wouldnt last but it did the weird thing is it seems that such scenarios dont apply to you.
Is it really enough to put everything on the line for the one you love or is there more?Does the timing matter?Is it all determined by your own actions or everything comes into play?
I mean is it enough to move countries to be with someone you love or is the love you have enough to last through that distance?
So many questions came up with an infinate number of possible answers.At times and with certain people be it luck or some hand of fate it works out regardless of what comes their way.And we all in one way or another wish it was us.And at times it doesnt work regardless of what you do try.
The worst part is the what if question.What if I did or didnt do this and that and so on.Asking yourself and replaying things trying to fix them in your mind.That could drive you insane.
To cut things short I cant say for a fact if love is enough or not cause I think you can only truely say that if it indeed it is/was enough for you.If it conquered all and prevailed in your case.The most I think is to give it all you got,hope and pray for the best.And if it doesnt work out. . . . .
Jah Bless

The beings inside us!

Its fierce face plagued my dreams.I awoke in the stillness of the night consumed by fear and dread.
It stalks me in the silence of my mind,in the depth of my heart and even in the confines of my soul.
I feel it wanting to take over me,I hear it whispering in my ears.I shudder to imagine what such montrousity can do if unleashed.And in the cold of the night as I slumbered it broke free of the bonds I had created.
I opened my eyes to see ashes on the floor.
I heard the burning and sizzling,the ashes glow and become brighter.A orange bluish flames comes up but there is no smoke.I see a movement then another as it lifts itself and then I hear the shriek and I fall upon the floor thinking this is the end.
First a wing then another as a head claws its way from the ashy abiss.It lifts its head,its flaming white eyes bore into mine as it moved closer and closer and looked right into my soul.
The flames around it seemed to be dancing around in joyus victory.Glowing brighter and brighter and intensifying.What i found most unnerving is peaceful calm and sernity I felt in such fierceness.
And though the flames did not burn or scorch a thing it surrounded me and filled me with an uncanny comfort and warmth.Carrying me of the floor and putting me on my feet as IT looked at me with a face filled with an unknown hunger and passion.
Then I heard it say,"We are one,we always will be and forever." I am what resides within the core of thy being.I am your essence,I am your powerI am your will.I am what rises when you fall.I am your beginning and thine end.I always was,is and always will be for as long as life is within thee.I will never perish for I am THE PHOENIX whom shall forever rise from the ashes.

My greatest fear

He stumbled,he fell!He lay there on the floor.Feeling the choking effect as IT surrounded him.Curling himself into a ball and holding his ears to keep the voices from taking over.The cold touch penetrates his chest like a hot knife through butter! It takes a hold of his heart he wants to scream but no voice comes out.As he gasps for air as he chokes in his own misery,he hears a small voice form a distant past.
"You can make it" Just a bit further.I await thee at the end.He makes a resolve,blood turning hot,eyes feeled with determination.He stands,even as IT girps he tighter.He wobbles,but pushes even harder,puts his all into this final endevour.He runs to the end of the tunnel.Sees light and jumps towards it. As he reaches the edge he hopes its come to an end only to find that his falls.It was all a trap,a trick!
He fell down into the abyss of Darkness!Going deeper and deeper!Then silence. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
He awoke only to find it had happen in the emptyness of his mind,and his heart was held in her sweet little hands!
As she snuggled up next to him,with her finger in her mouth.

Jah Bless

Giving your word

Whats good people.Its been a minute since I wrote.Alot of things happening.I will get to that later.But for now Im here to talk about giving someone your word.
Its really easy to say you got someones back or that you will be there for them.Thats until shit hits the fan (things go bad).When that happens things turn U.G.L.Y the worst part is when things arent going well thats when all those promises and all mean alot.Cause if you go against them (wether you were the victim or the wrong doer) then it means they were said in haste and not really meant.Its alot worse when you are the victim and its so much easier to turn your back on someone (be it your family,friends or lovers).But here is the thing why did you give your word in the first place?If it wasnt cause you believed and felt the person was worth it then by all means break it.But if it was cause it was worth it then dont.Its a verbal contract with the other person but mostly with yourself cause you told yourself no matter what comes down the way you would keep it.That means even if keeping your word means you will get hurt then buckle up and take it.Hard as it may be.Dont say something or give your word unless you willing to go all the way regards of the consequences.
Jah Bless!

Life as it is

Dont know who wrote this but it made sense to put it here.

Why we are living a complicated life ?!
- Miss someone? Call ..
- Wanna meet? Invite ..
- Wanna be understood? Explain ..
- Have questions? Ask ..
- Don't like it? Say it .. - Like it? State it ..
- Want something ? Ask for it ..
- Like Someone ? Tell them ..
- NOBODY WILL KNOW WHAT'S
GOING IN YOUR MIND.. IT'S BETTER
TO EXPRESS RATHER THAN TO EXPECT !!!
- We just have one life ..

For future parents and us offsprings of our own

Whats good people.This email was sent to me by an uncle of mine.Thought Id share it with you.
This is a powerful message in our modern society. We seemed to have lost our bearing & our sense of direction.
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company. He passed the first interview, the director who did the last interview, made the last decision. The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none". The director asked, " Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. The director asked, " Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. The director asked, " Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.* The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water. This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: " Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" The youth answered, " I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes' The Director asked, " please tell me your feelings." The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship. The director said, " This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired. Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously. A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?* You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

Call me Stupid

Call me stupid if Id rather sit down and read than go parting all weekend
Call me stupid if I feel what is in my heart and let my emotions show
If I cry when Im in pain and hurting
If Id rather go spend time with a girl I care for than go for a ball game with the boys
If Id rather go back home to my family than go drinking with my mates
If I spend my free time with my children rather than loitering around
If Id rather go to my childs event than the work retreat over the weekend
If I dont want to chase skirts or the hot new number
I dont hit on the so called model chicks
rather go back to the woman whose shoulder is always there for me and looks beautiful every morning she wakes up with no make up on in my eyes
If I dont brag about all the women I have had but talk about all the ways I have one woman
If Id rather take public transport than private transport
If Id rather buy a vitz rather than a Prado so as to use the money to take care of my family
If I pause the game so as to talk to my girl
If I dont use drugs or fornicate but rather take care of myself than be considerd cool by my peers
If I treat the ladies with gentle care,tenderness,respect their opinion and independence rather than make them think they are inferior to me
If perceive her beauty is in actions,words,thoughts and mind rather than in having a sculpted body
If I spend my time learnig how to wash,clean and cook rather than label it a womans job
In your eyes thats what you see me as but to others Im an example and an inspiration
So do call me stupid.

About Men For the ladies (Guys this also applies to you too)

After a forum in my Uni for the male species it dawned on me to spill out a few details that we all seem to forget.
There is this thought that guys (the male species) has a problem or issues with showing and expressing emotions or we just I dont know dont feel.Well ummmmm. . . . . WRONG.Here is the thing from time memorial we are breed to be warriors,providers,fear nothing BUT intimacy.Lets face it especially in our collectivistic cultures and societies.The men are made to think crying is weak or showing or deep emotions is womanly.We grow up with these thoughts and conceptions.With time they harden,deepen and eventually end up being intergrated into our very persona.It becomes us to be macho and show this hard exterior even when we are crumbling and breaking on the inside.
And the really messed up part especially with our generation is that if you do show your emotions,let yourself be vulnerable and sensitive then you are either called Gay,get screwed over or are considered not man enough.Regardless of the exposure we get out of the house its what we learn from those men closest to us (i.e. in our family) that has the earliest and at the most profound effect on us.Our fathers,brothers and uncles that inevitably will mold us or are the examples of the men we are to grow into.But it doesnt mean that just because they are our idols that they are positive ones.These older men grew up in houses where their men figures didnt hug them,tell them they loved them,showed them affection or taught them how to treat and express their feelings to the opposite sex.And thus that gets passed down from generation to generation.Im not justifying how some of my species is or act but ladies Im just saying that before you point fingers and generalise the actions of one to the whole species you should maybe think about it why it is he is as is.Hey if he is genuinely an asshole you drop his ass like a bad habit.Im just saying that at times guy pretend to be dumbfcuks because they scared,dont know how or what to do with how they feel or worse run away from intimacy as I said earlier.We really arent taught what intimacy is or how to even show it.Im just saying my dear brothers that it ISNT sex.And worst part most of us think or see it that way.The best way and I think the only way to change the perception or view since its cause of our own stupid actions and words that end up in the females thinking or believing that we are the douche bags that we are.We need to start talking and expressing how we feel.If the woman thinks of you badly cause you told her of your insecurities and fears then she aint woth your time.A real woman told me that a man who can shed a tear and lean on her shoulder means more than all the presents,chocolates and flowers that you can ever get her.Oh and thats another thing.Getting gifts and all that is all good but dont over do it.Quality is better than quantity.An hour with your lady just sitting down the two of you talking and just being together will mean more than those flowers you keep sending everyweek to buy her off.Talk to your women.Open up to them if they dont appreciate it then bail and a real woman wouldnt make you feel bad about it.On the contrary behind every great man stands a woman.You dont believe me?Think of it this way Superman being all powerful and mighty had a weakness.Kryptonite isnt it?But regardless of how messed up he got it wasnt the Sun that gave him his drive to battle evil but it was always his love for Louis Lane.Samething with Spiderman or the Hulk.Even in the movies there is always that one woman.Be it mother,wife or daughter.We can be as hard as diamonds but in the end our women makes us invincible and gives us the support we need when we have fallen so we may rise up and conquer all.So talk to the women and women listen and dont pre judge.Find out why it is that men may act like boys or why it is we ended up the way we did.If the guy wont tell you then his boys or girls will let you know (provided you good with them).
I say this to the ladies not all guys are the same judge eachone on their own.Dont carry luggage with you and make him pay for shit that ain his fault and please just cause your girlfriends may have ended up with a few shitty guys dont mean that you will to.
LADIES AND GENTS.The point is judge and get to know the guy/girl themselves.Dont bring any misconception or prejudices from previous encounters or situations.I know its hard believe me I speak from experience but if you truely want things to work out well then you may have to just close your eyes,hold your breathe and plunge into that cold icy water and just hope,pray and make sure you did your best so as not to drown.
Think about it
Jah Bless

Melt downs

So is it true or not that a person can have a break down or melt down in their life time or are they more common than we think?I will let you judge that at the end of this post.
I had my own break of sorts lately.Why?Simple really.I kept thing in in in in in.And the outlet I had decided on.As always the usual deviant behavior,drinking a tad more than usual,supressing,pretending that everything is ok etc.Basically the norm not acknowledging the feelings and emotions attributed to what is going on.But funnily enough it helped in the short run anyway.Until later when the intoxication or high settles down I actually found myself pondering more vigorously on those aspects even more so than I was "sober."
Its true at times we would rather not acknowledge or come to terms with what is happening.Its easier going on with life like nothing is wrong.We all need an outlet.If its screaming your head off, killing the hell out of video game characters,doing a sport and kicking ass at it.That sort of thing.Long as it doesnt harm you or another person in the long or short run (yes that includes the drinkig and smoking and the dumb shit we do to try and forget).
Sometimes something as simple as crying and letting it out can make you feel a million and one times better.Anyway after my break down and a few tears later I felt a tad bit better.Made me start thinking about alot of things and how I couldve better handeled some situations.
Long story short at times it isnt bad to let go find a shoulder to cry on or find a way to let it out.Especially when you think no one else can understand what you going through or how you feeling.
It isnt a melt down or break down.In reality it happens cause we keep things in and they do end up overwhelming you.Thus you break down cause lets face it the lid is full and shit gotta pop.Better let everything out whenever you not well rather than letting it build it and explode.It could make you lose friends and make you get alienated.Cause seriously when some of us explode (yap me included) we get mean, hurtful and just down right nasty to those around us.Even the ones we love.
Youd be surprised at how those people around you who are all smiles seem as if things are alright are actually going through their own personal hell and compared to yours,you seem to be having a vacation.
Talk to your people,let things out,cry,scream beat up a pillow if you must.But just let it out before it eats at you from the inside out completely devour you leaving justa shell of your true and former self.
Think about it.
Jah bless

That Kind of Love

Ever wanted that kind of love that makes you have premature ventricular contractions (makes your heart skip a beat)
The kind of love that makes your leg shoots up when you get kissed
The kind of love where you spend all day talking and end up falling asleep while you on the phone with each other
The kind of love where even complete and total silence is welcoming cause you are with your love
The kind of love where she pouts and sulks over nothing so that you are coaxed into telling her how you feel
The kind of love where you find everything about the other person cute
You know the snoring when they sleep as you stay up and watch them sleep,
The lil drool that’s left on the pillow when they wake up
That one unruly hair that just won’t stay in place
The kind of love where you check your phone every two minutes to see if they texted or called (even though you can clearly here the ringtone when they do)
The kind of love where you call at random times to say the most random of things that only makes sense to the two of you
The kind of love where you leave sticky notes all over the place so that wherever they look or go reminds them of how you feel
The kind of love where you get mad and angry over the smallest of things and all it takes is a smile from them and everything just seems alright
The kind of love where everything could be going wrong in your life but you have the love to fall back on and it softens the blows and cradles you into bliss
The kind of love where she comes to you crying, you hold her and ask her, “Whose ass am I kicking?”
The kind of love where you’d walk through the rain to get airtime just to answer a text
The kind of love where just a mere thought of the person puts a smile in your heart
The kind of love where the grass seems greener, the sky looks bluer and even the air tastes sweeter
The kind of love where you miss them before they even leave and you get nervous and anxious right before you see them again
The kind of love where you text them and write lil notes even though they right next to you
Where you still get a bit shy around each other
Giggle for the smallest of things and act like a bunch of three years kids
The kind of love where your poetry is better than Shakespeare’s
Your voice sounds better than Luciano Pavarotti
The kind of love where it’s so enclosed in itself and so vain like when Narcissus first saw his image
The kind of love where that has a beauty that would make Aphrodite mad to her core
The kind of love where even when you out with your boys or girls or you clubbing you still texting and talking about them
The kind of love where you show your people those sweet messages that just touch your heart
The kind of love where it’s so intimate that you end up spooning and snuggling with your clothes on and yet it’s so very intense
The kind of love where they are the only one who can get you hot and bothered under the collar
The kind of love where you clueless to all the others trying to get with you cause they just don’t measure up
The kind of love where almost anything and everything reminds you of moments you spent with them
The kind of love where you daydream and fantasize the future
The kind of love where after lil intoxication you profess your feelings to whoever is in earshot
The kind of love where you blow off the boy or girls to spend time with you’re loved on
The kind of love where even when you have plans they seem to evaporate when you have the chance to be with the one you love
The kind of love where you could be in the middle of playing the latest Call of Duty and you would pause the game to text back or in the middle of a shopping spree
The kind of love where you worry when the texts take too long to be answered or when the phone calls isnt answered
The kind of love where you spend all day and night doing nothing and not even feeling hungry just fed by each other’s presence
The kind of love where it like you back to those high school days
You know that kind of love where you tell your friend to tell the person you like how you feel
The love that fills you up completely

But alas those with a closed heart
Cant experience that kind of love.(Think about it)

Jah Bless

The Reason

Knocked down it gets up
Standing tall through it all
Beaten, battered and restrained
Through the ache
With a pain so forbidding
So strong it could suffocate
Dragging on deeper and deeper
But still it doesn’t die
Repressed it stands
Provoked it retaliates
And yet some let it wither
Even living as if it doesn’t exist
As if it’s not there and then it shouts
WAKE UP
Seize it by the hand
And never let go
The time for being held back has passed
The bonds of man can no longer contain me
For I am more than just flesh
I am dreams, ideals
Hope and faith
I am the reason why men become martyrs
I am your voice, your thoughts, your goals
I am freedom
I am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
FREEWILL

Grim Reaper

At the worst of times when you’ve lost all hope and faith
When all you have is despair and helplessness
He will be there calling you to him in a promise to ease your pain and suffering
And at the pinnacle of your existence
When your praises are being sung
When your rise over the struggles is being recalled
And your triumphs are immortalized
He will be there with a smile on his face
And as you sore in your own self-satisfaction you will hear his song
The humming resonating in both the light and the dark
That embraces you and lulls you to sleep
Is actually the Dark abyss song
Calling you to your eternal home.

MY QUOTES

Only the blind know real beauty for it does not lie in what they see.

He, who drinks from the devils grail with glee, gives thy essence in eternal servitude.

The way of the intellect is filled with prosper, but he path of the righteous is tainted by thy own blood.

It is not death that I fear or the afterlife of the abyss but it is the life I live and the completeness that I miss.

Death paves the way for a mirrored life for though I died, I rose from the ashes like a phoenix. The flames that burn are no longer with warmth but with an inferno of rage and vengeance.

Inspiration

Eyes ablaze with fire,
With each passing second my psyche soaring higher,
Seeing through the conscious of being whose essence is overseeing my very actions from the radiation of its presence
How can I put the images, colors and feelings into words
When I myself am being guided like a blind man in the dead of the night with only the sound of the beat of his heart as his only companion
As I sit here starring at these words appearing on the screen
Remembering the night terrors and awaking with screams
The detachments from my body as I looked down saw the Earth, Sun, Moon and Stars.
Looking for peace and solace in the galaxies afar,
A better world where pain hurt and suffering are non existent
Alas my search is in vain and I plummet back to my body
But now this presence reminds me that even in dire of times SHE is always there
Not far just a mere distance from my touch
Who is she you ask. This presence I talk of
She is the one who covers me with sweet melodies and sounds when the outer world is a menace and your own heart is screaming
She is from when we still have an umbilical cord
She talks to use always
Reaching into our very soul
Elevating, reminding
Making you cry
Making you wonder
Making question
She is both a blessing and a curse
A savior and destroyer
She is why I write this to you know
She is the reason we can spend a quarter of our day without tiring
She is beauty, torture, pain, love, old, new, wise, immature
She is a depiction of the world in many ways
Some good some bad some true some false
Some real some a dream
Regardless of all her traits she is one thing
True. She brings the truth in all of us
She makes us feel things, lets us express them
She does not laugh when we do her wrong
She lets you enjoy her to your heart’s content
Each one of us sees and listens to her differently but however it is she touches us all
She is the one who soothes us
She is our therapy and our addiction
Our medicine and affliction
She has been there since the beginning of time
In some ways she has evolved and in others she has changed with the times but still remainded the same
She is a man, a woman, a child, an animal, a thing or nothing at all
Beautiful or ugly
Serene or violent
Small or big
She can be anything and everything
Or nothing at all
She is. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
MUSIC.
Think about it people.
Jah Bless.

Quotes

"We need to give each other the space to grow, to be ourselves, to
exercise our diversity. We need to give each other space so that we may
both give and receive such beautiful things as ideas, openness, dignity,
joy, healing, and inclusion".
Max de Pree

Amat Victoria Curam - Victory Loves Preparation

“The First sign of beginning of Understanding is the wish to die”. Franz Kafka

"Victory attained by violence is tantamount to defeat for it is momentary." Mahatma Gandhi

“It is better to be violent if there is violence in our hearts than to put on the cloak of non violence to cover impotence”. Mahatma Gandhi

“The measure of a man is what he does with power”. Plato

“Always do sober what you said you’d d drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut”. Ernest Hemingway

"Try not to become a man of success rather a man of value." Albert Einstein

"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt and dance like no one is watching." Randall G Leighton

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so
long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see
the one that has opened for us." Alexander Graham Bell

"You've got to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad,
love what you've got, and remember what you had. Always
forgive, but never forget. Learn from mistakes, but never
regret."

"The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain
their neutrality in times of moral crisis." - Italian poet Dante Alighieri

"The only normal people are the
ones you don't know very well." By Alfred Adler (1870-1937), Austrian
psychologist.

"People are like stained glass windows.They sparkle and shine when the sun's out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is light within." By Elisabeth Kubler-Ross (1926-2004) Swiss American Psychiatrist & author.

"No one can teach me who I am.You can describe parts of me but who I am and what I need..these are things I have to find out myself." -Chinua Achebe

Thought I should mention

This is another one of those talks that I have to warn people in advance because it WILL offend some people especially those of you who consider yourselves better or Holier than thou.
A mate of mine mentioned something interesting today about being “smart”. He was in a situation where he was listening to music with a book in front of him when his roommate told him that since its exam week he should switch off the music and concentrate on what he was doing. Apparently for you to be smart you must be all about the books, no fun and what not. WRONG. Here is the reality to each his/her own. There is a difference between getting the high grades and succeeding in life. Here is an interesting fact Albert Einstein was a HIGH SCHOOL DROP OUT. But look at what he contributed to life. The thing is just because you get excellent grades and all those academic honors in reality you really are not that much better than me. Trust me I know people who were or are numero Uno in their classes but they can’t do shit in the real world. Just because your grades are magnificent that doesn’t mean that once you are done with school you are guranteed to be all that once you graduate.
Also I know guys who never really made it all that well in school or some who dropped out (e.g. Bill Gates) who have made it big in life. You see even when applying for a job people ask about work experience actually there are some jobs that require work experience otherwise you are under qualified (regardless of the honors degree/masters you possess). Don’t get me wrong people education is important that’s a fact but that doesn’t mean that cause you are the first in class means you are going to be top honcho when you done in school
Besides let’s be realistic most of the exams and tests we do here (Africa) are standardized thus limiting some of the students from shinning or excelling to their full potential. Furthermore we judge a person intelligence from those tests meaning those with low marks are considered stupid or dumb which may not be the case since those tests don’t test aptitude or the IQ of the people. And in some cases you find those kids who don’t do well actually have a learning disability and we label them as idiots while in actuality we should be encouraging them and trying to give them the motivation and push to better themselves.
. So there are those who due to what so ever reason (parent’s cash, cars, family names, clothes those kind of things) think of themselves higher than others. Always commenting about others in a negative way and joking at people. Thinking and saying they are above others and everything. Well. . . . News Flash you dumb twats we are in the same flipping Uni so if you are so much better than me why are we in the same place again. Could it be you flanked out of those cool Universities out of Kenya or possibly are not trusted enough to be too far from home cause you are irresponsible, immature, or are you just a want to be. Making yourself seem better than others just to mask and cover your own shortcomings?
Another are the religious groups. Those little sects that tell you how unholy you are that they are better than you since they follow in this righteous path and so on. Some of them are actually really awesome people who try and help others. Truly and honestly but others. . . . . . Well they nothing more than pains in the ass. As in seriously who are you to pass judgment on me. I doubt if any religion (not the ones I have been exposed to) gives you the right to point your finger at me. Yes I may do wrong instead of condoning me doesn’t your holy book or scriptures tell you to help instead. Your own sins you find justification for but others peoples well those are blown into insane proportions.
Lastly is that some people think they are better than others cause they give money for aid and charity. Now don’t get me wrong this is a good thing and I encourage it. But I mean those people who only give money, get their name mentioned and that’s that. They don’t even care what they are giving the money for it just matters they get mentioned and so on. I give the little I have but when it comes to orphans for instance don’t you think that sacrificing your own time to go volunteer at the homes, playing with the children would be better. Now in regards to the kind of people I mentioned earlier they seem to think that they give to the needy because the needy are beneath them so that’s why they won’t give anything more than money or be caught dead helping them. Give cause of an open heart not cause of what you personaly receive from it. Anyways that’s about it for now.
Jah Bless

Things That Make You Feel Old...

1. Windows XP was released TEN years ago, in 2001.

2. The “new” Millennium is more than a decade old.

3. Pierce Brosnan last acted as James Bond 9 years ago.

4. It’s been 10 years since 9/11

5. The Matrix came out 12 years ago, Keanu Reeves is 46 today

6. Mother Theresa and Lady Diana have been dead for 14 years.

7. Macaulay Culkin is 30 today. “Home Alone” came out over 20 years ago.

8. Terminator 2 is 20 years old. Edward Furlong who portrayed kid John Connor is 33 now.

9. Sean Connery is 80 years old and retired.

10. The youngest Spice Girl is 35, the oldest Backstreet Boy 39, Gwen Stefani is 41, Madonna 52

11. The first Harry Potter book came out 14 years ago!

12. The first season of F.R.I.E.N.D.S was aired 17 years ago!

13. ‘Kids’ born in 1993 can legally drive, drink and vote this year.

14. Jurassic Park is older than Justin Bieber.

15. Bryan Adams’ cult song “Summer of 69″ was released 26 years ago.

16. Kids whom you remember in their diapers posting their pics on Facebook.

17. Facebook has been around for 7 years.

So when J.lo says " its a new generation of party people " she is NOT referring to us :| :'(

Being Human

To be human is to be flawed. We were not made perfect but we do spend our time trying to attain some sort of perfection in school, with friends, sport etc, Its that drive, the force that pushes us in trying to attain that little bit more that has made us evolve and continues to guide us. Ironically it is our imperfections that makes us perfect. If you have perfected the art of being lazy and not doing your chores then you would be imperfect at being resposible. Being human means you will make mistakes, you will fall and the world will treat you unfairly one way or the other. But you must pick yourself up, brush the dirt of your shoulder and find a way to go on. It is part of our growth. It is not a fair and just world we live in. Its not easy either although it may seem others have it easier than others. A problem is a problem regardless of how small it may seem or has been made to look. A big problem is nothing more than small unresolved problems that have integrated and now have become this big thing. Try solving each problem as it comes, dont go to sleep mad at people or letting them be mad at you cause it may be the last night for either of you. Try live eachday like it could be your last and leave back no regrets. Regardless of how small a thing may be if it means something to you then hold on to it and anything you can to make it grow and flourish. Make mistakes, mess up, pick yourself up and let those be lessons you learn from.
Only a man who does nothig makes no mistakes.
Jah Bless

Interesting aspects about kissing

Came across this it seemed imteresting so I thought I would share.Enjoy
1.There are tons of nerve endings. .in your lips (100 times more than in your fingertips!)
that stimulate desire. That's why smooching before, during, and after sex can be extremely
arousing and satisfying. 2. Forty Percent of men say that. .a really long, steamy kiss will get them immediately ready
for sex. 3. Pay attention to those "See Ya Later" pecks. If your guy routinely only gives you a quick
kiss on the cheek when saying good-bye, it could be that he's guarded and doesn't emote
easily. If this is a more recent development, it's a warning sign; he may be feeling
ambivalent about the relationship. 4. Instantly turn up the kissing intimacy by. .closing the "A-frame": a smooching stance in
which you and your guy are in the middle of a smooch but your hips are a mile apart. By
pressing your hips together, the degree of desire quickly rises. 5. The Best way to kiss a guy's ear? Kiss and suck on his earlobe for a moment and then
trace the outline of his ear with the tip of your tongue. (Bonus points if you whisper
something naughty to him.) 6. Men initiate "Open-Mouth Kissing" to transfer libido-boosting testosterone to their partner.
So when he's getting a little more aggressive, it's not just about his desire — he wants you to be a bit more amorous too. 7. Men are more than twice as likely. .to have sex with a bad kisser than are women. 8. When coy kisses Aren't Going To Cut It. .here's why you should let loose: Passionate
kisses elevate your blood pressure and cause your heart to beat faster, getting you more
excited, and making it easier for you to reach orgasm. 9. Fifty-Four Percent of women. .between the ages of 18 and 24 say they've kissed another
girl. That number drops to 43 percent for those between 25 and 34. 10. During the middle ages people signed legal contracts. .by making an "X" on the
document and then kissing it to pledge their honor. That's how XX became shorthand for a
smooch. Today at 6:59p

A Struggle

With each passing day the thoughts that things will get better becomes more of a fantasy.The sleepless nights,twitching,jerking and shaking when you lay down even when it isnt cold.Getting up panting and sweating even on the coldest of nights.When will it end,when will it stop.One day and one word changes you forever.Under a flight of stairs everything changed.The black clothing still vivid and fresh in your memory as if it just happen.Looking up with fear and longing.To hear that one word.Knowing how it felt,to be whole,to be happy.Dreading the day when it all happen.A day you cant forget,engraved into your mind,heart and soul for your whole entirety.You almost wish that the pain and hurt you felt before that day had never stopped.Wanting to almost never know the joy you once felt.Its so extreme that even the thought of getting close to the road that lead to that place and venue makes you choke,leaves you breathless and gives you a heart shattering feeling that makes you catatonic.If you hadnt known that feeling of bliss then maybe just maybe the darkness wouldnt be so bad.You saw the light and felt the warmth.And now you cant even see your own hands infront of your eyes and its so cold that your body wont move and yet the Grim Reaper eludes you.His Sythe wont come for you.He sits there and watches you with a certain uderstanding and sadness in his bottomless eyes.Regretfully he stands comes to you,touches your shoulder and says it is not your time.He turns and disappeard into emptiness.That means you must endure it all.What for?Why you?You pray each night it will end hope that you will feel the sun again,that your eyes will see and the blindness will be lifted.Those nights in your bed,in your head.Standing on the balcony,looking out of a window or staring from the roomtop.Fighting the compulsion to end it all with just one step,one move.You are surrounded by many and yet you are all alone.You look up and ask when will it end,screaming into the night with no other sounds than the echo of your own voice and the wind blowing.All forms of intoxication only giving temporary solace and as you sit there it all creeps back at you with its malice and vengence.Even when you want to stop it and finally jump to your end you cant because of the bonds that you made even though they only exsist as mere words you fear breaking beacuse if you do the nightmare will become YOU,and you will end up becoming the torment that has been sipping into your very bones and you will lose the small bit of humanity you still possess.

IMPORTANT.PLEASE READ;HOW TO COMMENT ON THE BLOG

So I got comments that guy are not able to comment so I tweaked the settings a bit. So here goes it would be appreciated if you guys would be followers but it seems you can only follow if you using twitter,yahoo or have a google account.
At the bottom of each of the posts there should be a comment icon.Click on it.
There is an icon written "Comment as:" The profile to select is Name/Url. Write in your name,click continue,go up write your comment in the box and the click on post comment.
OR
Instead of picking the Name/Url you could pick Anonymous. Start by writing Your name in the comment so I know who it is,put down your thought and post it.
I hope that sounds good to you guys.1

Food for thought

What is death and when does it happen.Is it once one ceases to exist,when the body turns into ashes and all that is left are bones or when it is an individual is forgotten.We talk of some of the greats Leonardo De Vinci,Aristotle and Sigmund Freud as if they are still amongst us.In reality we are speaking of what they have contributed and brought into our lives.So how does when feel when they are alive but are as forgetable as a fly that zooms across us.Are they not also dead in a way,nothing more than a wall paper in this wonderus work of architect we call the world.Again I ask what is death!If one loses sight,faith,will,hope,the ability to love and empathise are they not also dead somehow?It would seem death has touched the very essence of their being.A crueler fate than the conventional death where someone is gone from the realm of the living.A walking body with no emotions or aspirations for tomorrow nothing more than the zombies we read of in books and see in movies.Death really is ambigious and inevitable and yet some seek it while others spend thei whole lives trying to cheat it.Even aging itself is part of death,death of ones youth but with it comes with experience and wisdom.So is death truely as horrible as we see it or a beggining to another adventure?It has fascinated as from the ages and yet it seems the mystics of old were closer to an answer than we are today.Life is defined with birth and death,we live only to die so should we not cherish the time inbetweena and all we can to reach our fullest?And yet their are those whose spirits have been beaten and pounded to nothingness and are no longer.What of those people can we really say they are alive and living or are they as dead as the rotten,decaying corpses since the days of old?Death!As old as time itself as revered as the Gods and talked about in all faiths a puzzling phenomenon as the Hell and Heaven gates.

Another thought

Has one ever wondred why is it those who preach or give inspirational talks are only those who have been down and out?Why is it if one has not been through something they can never truely understand what it is another person is going through.And yet that in itself is a double edge sword.There is one who gives hope to others, will stretch his hands and give warmth to any in need and yet they themselves have no one.Why is it so?As this was posed to them they said,"I believe in good, chances, redemption, love and hope not for myself but for everyone else because I am unworthy and undeserving." Its saddening to know that there are those who would bleed on something to keep it red and do anything it takes for others but for their own sake the world and life has twisted their very heart and soul into a lump of self doubt and pity and even when they do know this they still stay in the dark abyss they have sunk into since its the only world that seems real and the other with all the happiness and joy is nothing but a distant illusion.

Just A thought

How do we know when there is darkness or what we see is light.Is it cause life is a relative and one may not know one without the other or the two not intertwined.What of those who only know flitting moments of happiness and joy and the rest is sadness and misery.Is it fair for us to judge them or say they deserve what has happen to them or should we give them hope that things will get better?Maybe its true that we cant value all the good if we dont know the bad but what happens when the bad rips us apart and leaves a blackhole of nothingness within a being.Is it expected of them to remember the good that came along and just forfeit the pain and hurt they feel?Is it really capable to do this when one feels as if they are in mortal torment?Its hard to say which is right or if its fair that for us to know something that we must know its anti.Maybe Ying and Yang truely do exist but in this world where we live with things so fragile, beyond our direct influence : control and others unreal is it possible that a balance can exist so one may find inner harmony, serenity and peace or is it a mere illusion we have bestowed upon ourselves so we may survive instead of finding a way so as we may live truely.Maybe we may never find the answer to these questions.Do we really control our own fates or are we destined from birth what path we will choose because one cannot decide where they will be born or what kind of upbringing they may get and yet we are told we can make a choice.But arent those choices already made for us according to the options that are available?Does it not mean free will is also a word given to us just so we may not find our lives hopeless and we strive for more?Questions without answers and answers that give more questions.All one can do is try leave a day at a time and hope that whatever they do partake in or however they may find themselves that it is something that one may be able to handle and it will not overwhelm and swallow them whole into an abyss.In such times we as humans cling to the oldest of words that through the ages we have used inorder to make sense of things and not give up on this life.Faith.

The whole looks issue

So this I know will bring me into alot of trouble but its just been thrown around me so much so that it seemed it was about time I shares my views and of those of my peers. (I beg ladies dont take this personally.I still love myself I dont want to end up dead).
Ok so here the deal is.In truth African men are bred and brought up to find and associate beauty with thickness and curves thats a fact.Although with modernization and influence of the western culture has made in a way the imagine that a size zero or thinness is beauty.Now my slim,slender and petite ladies,if that is how your body naturally is all well and good.We will love you abundantly as if.The problem comes with ladies who get it into their heads or are made to think that they have to look like a stick inorder to be beautiful and attractive.That aint so.Granted if the weight happens to be a health risk or inhibits you from enjoyimg your life or certain attributes of it then by all means take measures.
If you have watched the comedian Katt Williams I think he sums it best. a real nigga is still f***ing.
The whole concept of beauty is culturally dependant but in reality whether you thick and curvey or thin and slim, true beauty lies within.Ladies if a guy cant accept how you are physically and tries to mold you into this idea figure then drop his ass like a bad habit.Yes it is true that African societies have put emphasis on the whole curves and thickness but not all women are like that.Niggas accept her body as is.Most fuckers(yes you insecure unreal and fake male species) say this "only dogs go for bones men go for meat(curves)".Dont make her think she got to starve herself to look good for your dumb ass or make her think she has to feed herself half to death and when she looks like you want you end up leaving or hurting her.And brothers who have a criteria of women they look for you know with your whole boob,hip and waist size I tell you this proudly SCREW YOU.You got no right to call yourself a man.You still a boy who needs to grow up.A womans beauty is in the heart.Just cause she looks good dont mean she good on the inside.Just try gettimg to know the lady instead of writing her off just cause of how she looks.Think about.
ladies this applies to you too.Dont judge a book by its cover.Your idea of your ideal guy could be 6feet tall,dark,with a body who cheats,beats and treats you like crap while that 5.5foot guy,with balding hair and a bit of a belly will be your shield against everyone and everything,treat you like a delicate flower,make you feel like a queen and devote everything of his his being into pleasing you.
It has to be clarified here that my issue or the big issue is the way people and how society puts pressure or emphasis that a certain body type is considered as beauty.If looks is all that mattered then in some cultures and societies then Seal(The musician) would clearly have been said to have used witch craft to get Heidi Klum.My point is (since some people are still a bit too thick skulled and narrow minded to understand) that forget your cultural,society,peer or the in thing when it comes to the description of beauty and judge a person by whats inside.As in take the time and patience to find out about the person.Think about it in a literal sense.The books that we judge by the cover,you know those shinny ones that look nice and all,we read them and end up being disappointed and in true sense its those books that we overlook or think that are not worth our time are usually the highly valued and priced with words that reach into your very soul.
Think about it people.All that glitters aint gold.Find out what lies underneath the exterior.
Only a blindman knows true beauty for he sees with his heart not his eyes that could be easily deceived-Extra Terrestrial Mind Set
Jah Bless

One of those things

In the course of the past weeks a lot of interesting things have come out of the wood work. Most interesting is that some of my acquaintances and friends have been discussing the whole concept of what goes down in the bedroom. Now this just reminded me of a conversion I had with a female friend of mine sometime back and I quote what she said (people who have known me since August 2009 this happen before you). She said, “Every person is a potential good lay it’s just most are ignorant, stubborn or too lazy to be an amazing shag.” From when this was told to me till now I see what she means.
Simply put guys think all they got to do is stick there juniors into the woman, move back and forth and that’s all it takes to get her where she needs to be. WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. From what I have heard of the few ladies for them sex starts from the conversation you have with them. My dear brothers you got to understand without FOREPLAY then you are not doing the lady justice. And stop that ideology I got mine so she can get hers. That’s a load of BULLSHIT it your duty as a man to satisfy her if you don’t then you have no right to call yourself a man. A lil knowledge ladies and gentlemen the first nut for a guy is the most unreliable, fastest and single minded thing in this world. So ladies don’t complain he came first. Actually it’s a compliment the faster he comes cause technically speaking the sweeter the p**** the easier it is to bust a nut. I dare one guy to argue with this (guys who jerk off more than they get laid are not included). Brothers you better go down south (that’s If things down there are well kept) and do both yourself and her a favor and keep your stick and lil friends clean and trimmed or shaved cause it would be really inconsiderate for her to go down there and need a toothpick later to pick the hair out of her teeth. As well as don’t be lazy, find what makes her itch and how to scratch it. And guys trust me the clitoris can be your most significant weapon. FIND IT. At all costs and play with it like it’s the latest HALO, GOD OF WAR, FIFA, PRO EVOLUTION or newest toy/game you have. Trust it will be to your benefit.
Ladies just sitting there and spreading your legs doesn’t help. Sometimes the sex is bad because you don’t do shit except lay there and moan (which in some cases sounds like a sigh). Truth be told a man can have a woman who is as saintly as Mother Teresa in the street. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT when it comes to the bedroom, behind closed doors, within four walls you better know he wants him a woman who is freaky, nasty and will screw him like a slut. And as I advised the brothers I will tell you as well go down south (if it’s well kept and lube the stick if it’s in your hands and getting the “royal rubbing” though, chaffing him is not pretty or comfortable) and make sure you take care of your own nether regions. As well as don’t be lazy, find what makes him itch and how to scratch it.
Now comes the most crucial and simplest point to having an awesome life in the sex arena. Its one word and one word alone. COMMUNICATION. Talk to your partner about what you like to be done or you like to do and what satisfies you. STOP being hard headed to learning new things or think that you’re not good enough or that because of how you were brought up or the stereo type being your gender prohibits you or dictates how you should act on the bedroom. It’s YOUR CHOICE if you want to just have sex for the sake of sex or actually enjoy it to the fullest. (You need to respect the other person’s boundaries and never put them in an uncomfortable situation obviously.) Spice things up in the bedroom, try new things and always remember that it’s for the both of you to benefit and enjoy. Try different positions; read articles about sex and the such but most important have an open mind. Guys believe me when I tell you there is no higher or greater feeling in the world than when a woman is writhing in pleasure because of you and your efforts (especially if you haven’t but it in her yet. Oh yes you can give her pleasure and make her cum BEFORE you put junior in her.) And ladies correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t the look on a man’s face after you have ravished him senseless and he lays there speechless because of you; is it not amongst the most thrilling things out there? Explore your partner, Know yourself. Don’t be shy or reserved. Talk to them, give them a starting point of what you enjoy and like and work your way from there onwards. If they don’t want to listen or try things then tell them BYE cause there enough people out there who would bend over backwards to please you. True talk. ENJOY YOURSELVES to the fullest. One life to live people don’t make it a waste. Look back and what you have done instead of wondering what you could’ve been or what you didn’t do. Be real, be yourself, live life. One love.

The Start

So this is how this whole blog thing got started.The name for the blog came from my so called friends (the clutz staying in RE2) convienced me to do this blog thing and came up with the name.Im guessing its because it was deemed my mind is Alien.In the sense that I think "differently" in the way I conceptualize and perceive things.Thus with an Alien mind its only natural that Id have an Extra Terrestrial Mind Set.

This concept of having a blog happen on the night Man United lost the Uefa Champions League and yes I am a United fan but it’s been a while since the game so people please spare me all the talk about losing. I have had enough. I’m just giving a background to how all this whole blog thing came about. WARNING/DISCLAIMER the views here are either my own or of people I have encountered in my life. UNLESS and I repeat UNLESS I mention someone by name in reference to what I am writing then this shit isn’t about you. I am straight forward, not tactful and I call a spade a spade. I don’t have the patience to sugar coat things and I write whatever is on my mind, be it a joke I heard, a poem I wrote, something I saw or “sexual intercourse” (which depending on my mood and what I’m talking about can be making love or simply screwing someone’s brains into mush), even if it may seem obscene or vulgar to the reader so in advice I warn people I can get very graphic and curse like a drunken sailor from the olden ages. If you are still interested after reading thus far then please continue. If by now you have drawn a very nasty and ugly picture of me then I suggest you fuck off because shit will only get worse from now on. I do ask though not to personally attack me in your comments because you really don’t want me insulting you personally especially if I know who you are because I have been told I need to wash my mouth out with acid so you can imagine. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. So for the past 3weeks or so I have been staying at my friends’. Well technically it’s me, two of my guy friends and the girlfriend to one of them (who I must admit if she dies and is not made a saint then the big man upstairs (aka God/Allah) and I will have a problem). Yes I’m Christian, Roman Catholic to be exact but as far as I’m concerned and considering how religiously diverse my own family is, it doesn’t matter what religion a person is cause we all at the core believe in a higher power and a sentinel being so hey in my book we all the same. Regardless of race, religion, tribe and all those things. And I’m not a bias person. After living the life I have and the things I have been through and seen I believe in two things, One man’s meat is another man’s poison (thanks Mum for telling me this) and To each his own (Kalashnikov this was from you I thank you as well for your contribution). And who the fuck am I to judge anyone else anyway isn’t it?