The Run-Up

Sun kisses are my best kind of kisses. This post however, may have little to do with the sun or kisses. It’s about birthdays. I am on the run-up to my birthday and it feels especially special this year. I haven’t really figured out why though I suspect it may be because of how the new year begun. I was certain I would slowly creep onto my birth date but somewhere along the way, things changed and now I am marching into it, thereby setting the pace for the next year. It’s tiresome to creep around stuff, goals dreams and Love included. I need to be done and so in a post every 3 days or less I will be sharing new stuff I will be doing or just stuff out of my schedule that would not normally happen. I intend for the next thirteen days to be full of life quite literally and otherwise J. Other than being appreciative of the blessings I already have, I will be unearthing other blessings that are always around me. As I do that, I will be working on a personal project that I hope to share on the D-day. I thank you for your company for the last almost four years.

 

 

 

Love and Light.

 

Love (Photo credit: praram)

 

sunny Dismay

Sun kisses on her

Slight shake; anticipation

dismay clouds her face

Take on The World!

Some days to take on the world

You need the color of the entire

Stretch of your skin

And your toenails painted pink

 

Other days the world asks from you

A peeping smile from the corner

Of your mouth

And laughter that ignites the soul

 

On Mondays, to take on the world

You need to ooze a ‘life-gel’ on your face

And purpose

On your feet and thoughts

 

On all days, to take on the world

You’ll need to graze your soul just

Enough to bleed a bit and,

With the red of blood just, take on the world!

 

Midday Blues

midday cloudscape (Photo credit: ankakay)

Midday blues rock our world in the morning

A revelation of life lived too soon too fast

Tattooed on our brains, unmarked and shelved

In our memories

On our backs the cross as Simon helped the saviour

We seek a saviour to help us, but the crowd is moving

Past us

To the front

We look

The halo of the saviour

Beckons

Calmly

We are scared

Shoved behind by the crowd

We look

At feet above us

As we lay dying.

Spreading Them

I like spreading them slowly

We all like uncurling them

Letting them discover joy

Of freedom from their follicles

From underneath where they usually are

From the involuntary darkness introduced

In the arch between the thighs

Last night, was a dry night

Rainy and windy and no one was out

‘twas one of the few nights

That made me think of the people I lost

Back hunched with a cheap trench over my head

I walked along the back way alleys in hope

In the darkness that greeted, I hoped to find someone

Our network is strong

With respect to personal space physical space and just space

Every once in a while we fight over resources

Very so often we share the same and the tears and pain that follow

Sometime I look back with regret, but dealing drugs was the other choice

Stories too dark were told about that and the arch was my only option

So I invested in scraps of clothes that were sparkly and brief

I know the college dorms well, I reside there

I also know the hotel rooms well, I run a business.

I know the policemen well, I take care of threats

I also know the night guards well, I identify opportunities.

It doesn’t always go like I plan and sometimes my life is at risk

But I created a brand and that is what I protect

Just as I protect the product and service I offer

I checked out your shoes

EXTRAS Ken Shoe Lot bought on evilbay tonight (Photo credit: Tinker*Tailor loves Lalka)

I checked out your shoes last night

Read the words spelt by the strings

Held crookedly by the tie you had made

I silently conversed with the treads that you left

Small marks of how far you had traveled

In a crack by the side of your left shoe

I saw how much you had let slip through

People you loved and those you didn’t know you had

 

I checked out your shoes last night

Watched your age in them, the tears I saw

Told me of how much you can take care of me

Not the Italian leather kind of way

But I saw some supra blood in your shoes

It startled me to think of you as young as

yet a man to be formed

It scared me more that I gave you years

that your shoes refused to recognized

 

I check out your shoes last night

And knew I wouldn’t see you again.

Mending the Broken Link

Fathers play a huge role in the kind of man a girl settles for. Many times a father may think that providing money is enough but that is hardly enough. The father is the first man the girl interacts with and this creates her first perception of the relations of ‘him and her’. By interacting with her father, the girl creates a ‘glass case’ of perceptions of what to expect from a man. Sometimes this case is full of misperceptions created in moments of uncertainty when the girl’s expectations are not met by her father. These expectations are mostly emotional. Fathers create a void by avoiding emotional stuff that the girl needs addressed. In the African set-up the girl is expected to bond with the mother who is supposed to tell her how to relate with boys and men and how to carry herself. What misses though, is the acknowledgement of the fact that the father is present and thus he projects a picture of the men a girl will meet in the future. If a father fails to acknowledge his daughter’s achievements then, two things may happen. She may look for approval elsewhere or become a cold individual who doesn’t particularly mind what people who care about her, think of her actions. This and other deeds reflect on the choice of men that the girl decides to go for. Most times this means they settle in relationships that do not make them happy but they still stay.

Recently, I was in that situation. I had created a perception so wrong about my father and as soon as I started working on my relationship with him, these perceptions were replaced by truths of who my father is. Our relationship for the last six years has seen tremendous growth and mutual respect and the better my relationship with my dad got, the worse my relationship with my exes became. They no longer reminded me of the man who has always been there for me. They instead reminded me of the man I had perceived in my head and this was a wrong representation of the reality.

The more I understood my father, the more I realized how badly he wanted me to make the right choice in a mate. It is constant in his subtle actions of how he treats us and our mother. I am learning to read the words acted out in acts of love. I feel lucky that I made this realization. There are numerous girls who fail to understand why they always fall for guys they have never dreamt of. Guys they would never settle for. Yet find themselves in a wrangled relationship that is headed no where.

For fathers reading this, your actions and words predispose your daughters to expect the same from men. It is important that you pass across a message that reminds them of their value and their worth. Mothers do a great job but the role of the father is equally important in ensuring girls grow up to be the daughter your grandchild would be proud of.