MEN CAN BE ANGELS TOO.
 
         
   Its been two months since i enrolled in yoga classes.I feel more rejuvenated and happy.But the most fortunate thing is that i have made new friends.Meeting new people is always a great deal to me.My new small circle of friends include five,ambitious, beautiful, hardworking ladies.Talk of beauty and brains.They have all ventured into different,huge career fields.We all meet often and talk about various things like fashion,books,politics, movies,businesses,etc.Today we had a chance to talk about relationships  and marriages.The same cliché that all men are alike still revolves in these ladies minds.I am so surprised because regardless of these gorgeous ladies being educated - learned and married believe that all men should be assassinated because they are evil creatures,who are always ready to attack every time. They believe  that all men are mean and disrespectful. That being commited to a man is the most dumb-ass thing to do.

  I was raised up by both parents,who love each other and to date,they live together.I have watched them keenly for many years and I believe that's an act of love.I wish for the same too,I don't want to live with a naked finger for the rest of my life.I want my children to have a third name and always have a father figure around.Believe it or not, but there's a good breed of men who are faithful,well-mannered, polite and honorable. Gentlemen who can take good care of your family, converse with about the future and offer solutions if a problem arises rather than just calling it quit.Let's dump the negative myths we hear and read about men because according to me,its so yesterday.It's time we embraced something positive.Thank you..

LOVE

Its an innervation that many people claim to have

Teenage boys ang girls,men and women in their old age

It comes naturally as its never taught in school

When you are in it,trust me you fill on top of the world

They say its as sweet as honey

Better than any drug in the world

Once you love a person,he or she becomes the light of your life

Indeed,its a sweet thing

But come to think of it,what if something goes astray in this love?

Thats when you wake up in the morning and reality slaps you on the face

You stop wandering in dreamland and authenticity comes to the picture

You may think its a joke but the other party is  very austere

You are torn into pieces and you feel as if you don't have a heart

You hate them so much because the've not fulfilled their promises

And you know what hurts most? they behave as if nothing happened

they rub it on your face so as to get your attention

Call me crazy if you want to,but i hate love because its a dream that never comes true

It leaves you feeling empty as shade,its a bitter pill to swallow

Your life becomes formidable and afflictive moments creep in

But love is always trapping us.well,i could say that love is a sweet misery

THE “PRICE”

The week has been hectic. My whole body aches, my legs are swollen and my pretty face is ruined by sunburns. I have visited my masseur and tried different remedies to get rid of this pain, but   none has worked. I have also tried to cast a spell but I can’t focus on my meditation. I just want to stay  in bed and rest,  besides it’s on  a Saturday. But I can’t stand the smell of ointments and herbs in my room. I can’t even watch my favorite T.V shows due to power failure in my estate. Meanwhile, I am seated in the balcony “candy crushing “when my phone rings.

Many might be wondering where I got these aches from. Well, I will let you know. I graduated from an aviation school with the best and honest grades. Working in an aviation industry has been  my dream since  I  was young. I have always loved travelling, meeting new faces and trying  new things. I really worked hard to achieve the grades and body measurements required for one to  work in the  cabin. I have been applying for jobs in all the airlines and attending the crazy interviews  without  success. So I decided to visit the airlines, one by one and see for myself  whatever secludes itself in there. I was so lucky to meet some influential people and hopeful they would help. That’s how I met Mr. Kenneth. A grey haired plump guy, short in size and with a big protruding tummy. He wore a pair of khaki pants, green shoes and a funny looking shirt. One could tell that fashion wasn’t his thing. I immediately lost interest in him but had to swallow my pride and ask for his help. We talked for some time and exchanged our phone numbers. Mr. Kenneth has been bothering me so much. We have been negotiating on a certain issue without agreement. He believes that in his world everything has a price. That I have to warm his bed  in exchange for a job,  something that  I can’t  even  think of  doing. I feel morally unclean and disgusted already. I am disappointed by such egocentric men. You may be wealthy and powerful, it’s okay. But we don’t care, just, treat others with respect . Remember God is watching. I am sure there are many women who have experienced all that and even given in to the deeds. Just  because  you are  desperate for a job  doesn’t  mean you have  to do  this “ sex trading thing” You don’t   have to demean your dignity  because you want to achieve something. Just pray to God and he will show you other ways to work it out.

                    
                   ABUSE IS CHOICE.

A strong wind blows making the tall,gnarled trees sway from side to side.This makes me tremble and i immediately shut the windows.Suddenly Carmen walks in holding a tray cointaining a tea pot ,two cups and a biscuit barrel.She looks sad and her eyes are swollen.I take the tray t from her hands and put it on the table then helps her to sit down.Carmen is having issues in her marriage and that's why she requested me to visit.She needs my help so badly.Deep down my heart,there's happiness because she trusts me in this despite our age difference.She's older than me,married for two years and four months pregnant.                                      You need to open up dear,i tell her.She stands up ,goes to the door and locks it.She then serves our tea and sits down.She looks so terrified.''Brenda,i have a cocktail of feelings.We both laugh out loud.She clears her throat and starts her narration.''I feel hollow,torn apart,betrayed,desperate,disrespected and powerless.When did this drama start? i ask.She doesn't answer me direct rather she dips a biscuit in the tea,puts it in the mouth then stares at her wedding photo hanged on the cabinet.''Right after our honeymoon.He bullies me in public,blames me for his problems and never asks for forgiveness when he wrongs me.Sometimes we get into a conversation but it get so heated up and it turns to quarreling.We yell at each other and he storms out of the house leaving me alone for days,Only God knows where he goes.
      Wait,have you tried communicating to him?Communication is the strongest tool in a relationship.What about consulting a marriage counsellor?Tears are now rolling down her cheeks.''My husband is workaholic.He never creates time for me.And when i get a chance to talk to him,he pushes me away.You the first person am opening up to.My parents have no idea what am going through.Have been faking my happiness since i got married''.I hug her tightely.Have you ever thought of leaving him?I ask softly.She pulls herself quickly from my arms,gives me an ugly stare and shouts at me.''Hell no!I dont want my unborn baby to be fatherless''.You kidding me,right?Well,i would rather have a''dozen of fatherless''kids than an abusive husband.Suddenly a sweet aroma grabs my nose and i goes to the direction it coming from.Carmen follows too.Inside her bedroom,i see burning candles,rose oils,mint leaves,different bottle of incenses,rose quartz to name a  few.I realise that she uses different and expensive romantic oils to recover the lost affection from her husband.She goes down her knees and begs me to help in casting a re-uniting spell.If two people are not meant to be together,not even a spell can help.I decide to help her anyway and we cast it sucessfully.I give an assuarance that i will always be there for her and i depart.
       As am leaving her house,am thinking about other women who suffer emotional violence yet never talk about it.You sacrifice your happiness because you want to stick with your abusive husband.Living a pretentious life to please the world.You refuse to call it quit because you afraid to live a lonely life or because you are pregnant and you want somebody to rub your belly.Giving excuses that you have to suffer because of the kids.C'mon ladies.Call me dumb,but i lack patience for such people.Life is short.Live it to the fullest and enjoy it while it last.If you are a victim,get out of that bed,have a makeover and hit the floor.Seek help from a proffessional and if it fails to work,its time you opted out.Never feel sorry for yourself.You have needs also,remember?Besides there are many other men who will value and respect you.Know your worth..........

It's on a cold Saturday afternoon.People are covered in heavy jackets,hoodies,trenchcoats,warm caps,scarfs...name them.Meanwhile,am seated on the last row near a corner in java house,Sarit center mall,enjoying my hot coffee.Trust me,it's frezzing cold.My coffee is almost halfway and am   expecting by the time it finishes,it will have warmed me up.Suddenly,a tall lady walks in.She's rocked in pink heels and a blue cotton dress.There's something about her that attracts the attention.It's not about her dressing nor her height.It's not her beauty either................It's her behind.Damn!She's so blessed,talk of Kim Kardashian.Her waist is so tiny also.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               She walks to the back,swaying her hips.All eyes on her.She's so generous to let everyone look at her,especially the men and am sure she's happy about it.Did she just leave the front seats?Have no time to think about it because am listening to a conversation of two gentlemen seated near my table.Call it eavesdropping if you want,but the conversation is juicy.It's not a crime to listen,right?They are talking about different body shapes.One is saying that he preffers a curvy woman to a petite one.He's explaining how women starve themselves to acquire a model shaped body not knowing that African men want some''meat''.He's also saying that some women never take care of their bodies after giving birth and that's why they look................I'm not hearing the last word.He swears that he would do anything to change his wife's body.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           Questions are bothering my mind.How does his wife look like?Is she petite?Or due to child bearing,she's.........His friend gets an opportunity to talk and tells him that beauty isn't physical at all.But still stares at the curvy lady.So ironic,right?I'm distracted by Nikki's song Anaconda.Oh!it's my phone ringing.No!it cant be.Steph,my girl is calling.She may be my best friend,but in times like this, no one want to be bothered.I take her call and requests her to make it quick for am in a middle of ''something delicate''.She want me to comment on her latest designs going viral in the internet.Well,good for her she's now a celebrated designer.But guess what?The gentlemen have already left.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  As am going through the internet,a certain quote draws my attention''TO ALL GIRLS WHO DIE FOR ZERO FIGURE,REMEMBER REAL MEN GO FOR CURVES,ONLY DOGS GO FOR BONES''.Really?I'm so shocked.What with our men anyway?Is this the reason why women are spending all their money on plastic surgeries,creams and bitter pills?See,i have no problem with any body's size despite my phone's ringtone.We have to appreciate ourselves and love that person whom we see on the mirror after looking at it.And it will be cool.Well,if you want to Kardashify yourself,do it the right way.Hit the gym and eat healthily.But never change your body because anyone has a problem with it.As for the men,it's time you stopped to be mean.

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