Friday 23 March 2012

YING YANG INTRODUCTION

If life was a bed of roses then we will be pricked each single day but it` is somehow pruned to perfection to keep everything in balance i.e. others will lie on it and die of little painful pricks others would feel the feeling as if it is love making - How rosy is life to such!
With nothing much to do I like to observe individuals, how peculiar they look! I try to be as much as possible look at people without judging eyes but it almost impossible, am not GOD you know(I ain`t all seeing)!
What has got me thinking at most is how people behave in the name of love. How much guys do lie to themselves that they love something but in the realest sense they are doing it because of circumstances e.g. Fashion trends that guys take up because they see it in the fashion channel(how interesting is human psychology). Do you know why celebrities got dressers and designers by their side - because they do not believe in looking like you but we go ahead and copy their style and the next time they reappear they have changed their look.
My point for that illustration was on the more obvious topic of relationships. Both parties would adapt to survive, change colour to fit in. Its all in the name of `love`. These things are done for better of both,  or so they think!
Take for example when a man cheats the first, when the woman does it later she will justify it by the fact that the man did it first talk about lying to thine self.
Relationships change like fashion trends some are good others are outright pathetic! If I wore a cloth that you once said looked bad on me then you pick it up and wear it justifying yourself that it now looks good on you!  Something looks good on you because you know how to own it so if you are a cheat its because you own it not that the other looks bad in it.
Small changes make a big difference they make a whole new specimen, like in DNA a small percentage difference makes a whole of  a lot. Things that were worn in the 90`s are now back. What was  considered bad then  by your parents is now good to you and the parent who wore it once sees it as an omen and lack of self respect or whatever you would call it. Point don`t be pretenders.t Be true do unto others what you would want them do unto you! Don`t justify yourself for a wrong, own it!
What you considered an evil before can not be a necessary evil now!
What you considered deleted ain't,it was just hidden!

Thursday 26 January 2012

THE EXPECTANT DAD

`This is your dear wishful dad from the deepest part of his heart with all the love and affection I start of this letter (its as if am trying to woo a retarded girl)
I am a young boy, with so many dreams and aspirations (I would put Martin Luther King to shame), with as much as the clothes I am in. The journey of my  life is not even ready to take off-my plane is still in the assembly line. To make it worse my destination is still unknown. Am still looking for that one thing that would spark me off make me fire up, push me forward and that will probably be you.

Somewhat many would wonder why a young guy like me, presumably in quick sand, would want such a package. A package that would require a continued look out every minute for the rest of my lifetime, a package that requires a change of diapers every so often, a package that would eat up all my meager allowance which is specifically designed for my pleasure seeking mortal self. You are a package that many crave for, adore and love to have but at the same time fear and `approach with caution`, a paradox of some sought.

Your coming into existence changes the whole dynamics of life. What many would wish is to give you is  the best that there is, their notion of utopia, but what if they can not even give an average to themselves, what then? What I fear most is that your beginning would be my end. You would change how others perceive me. I would no longer be their cool friend but rather a friend who has a lot on his hands. The night outs would be a rumor and as time goes it becomes a murmur which then fades away into space. The days I would drink to my last penny leaving only dust particles in my pocket, not knowing what I would eat the next morning, would be an artifact. 

If you are a girl the so many girls I chase after would be long gone and you would be the only girl that would make me huff and puff.

I consider you a load heavier than the ten commandments but worthy since you would make me right keep my compass facing north. I wait for you as a woman with labour pains but the result would be a bundle of joy lighter than any of us but with greatest potential.`

See you soon.                                                                                                                      
                                                                          Your expectant dad.