Tuesday 30 October 2012
RAPED
Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with emotion I don’t know
what to do with it. Then I remember I might not be the only one feeling what I
am feeling so why bottle it in? Just like now, I have a lump in my throat for
no apparent reason, I cannot pin point the source of this anxiety. Or maybe,
just maybe it’s because there are a lot of places I have been that have
contributed to this.
I feel like it’s a culmination of disappointments, lies,
hurts and rejections have all finally caught up with me. Today as I was going
over the crime of RAPE. I came to the grim realisation that I like most women I
know have been RAPED countless times without even being aware of it. Section 3 (b)
of the Offence provides the following:
(b) Where the sexual act is committed under false
pretences or by fraudulent means, including where (B) (woman) is led to believe
that (A) (man) –
i.
B (woman) is committing such a sexual act
with a particular person who is in FACT a different person.
The act of sexual penetration must take place without the
consent of B in order for it to constitute an offence of rape. Consent is
defined as voluntarily and without coercion. Now back to the above mentioned
section, how many of you were coerced or let’s make it sound less harsh, how
many of you have been “convinced” to agree to penetration because someone
fraudulently misrepresented themselves? How many of you were told he is this
and woke up next to something completely different?
How many of you have been violated by the same person
over and over again. I know the law means error in persona but I will apply it
in the field we have come to familiar with and that is error in personality.
Someone will tell you one thing while all the while knowing they are not that
and never will be, all for what? to
steal your dignity over and over again that’s what.
Going to bed with a man who is compassionate, listens,
opens your door and kisses you on the forehead and waking up next to an animal
who doesn’t even want to bother to wake up and walk you to the door in the
morning, will however not hold up in court. But it should hold up in your conscious.
What I have done is applied my studies
to not only the situations I have found myself in but ones I know a lot of you
will relate to.
There are a lot of rapists walking around out there. Just
because they didn’t gag you or drag you kicking and screaming doesn’t really
mean all that much. What does mean something is that they took what was yours
under false pretences. They took what they knew you wouldn’t really give if you
knew the real facts and even worse who they really are. They will never be bought to book
and chances are they will do it again, but only if you let them. First
time you’re a victim, second time you’re a volunteer.
Monday 29 October 2012
PERSONALITY TEST
THE
TIBETAN PERSONALITY
TEST
The Dalai Lama, Tibet’s
Spiritual leader is said to have put forward this personality test for you to
better know yourself.
Tibet is a landlocked
country in the Himalayas. For those of you who don’t know where the Himalayas
are, think of Mount Everest, earths highest mountain. For centuries the leader
of Tibet has been a human incarnation of the god of compassion ,known as the
Dalai Lama.
If you have watched the
movie 7 Years in Tibet, like I have several times then you will have more of an
understanding of the Tibetan culture and spirituality or rather belief system.
Anyhow I took this quiz last year and I made everyone in my immediate circle
take it as well. The answers were pleasantly surprising not only to myself but
also to those who took part.
The Quiz only has 3
questions. Remember there are no wrong or right answers. This is an honest questionnaire
that could tell you a lot about your true self.
See if it works for you! Get
out a piece of paper and write down your answers. One last thing.. Make a wish
before you begin this test.
1.
PUT THE FOLLOWING 5 ANIMALS IN THE ORDER OF YOUR PREFERENCE:
Tiger, Horse, Pig, Cow,
Sheep
2.
WRITE ONE WORD THAT DESCRIBES EACH OF THE FOLLOWING:
3.
THINK OF SOMEONE WHO KNOWS YOU AND IS IMPORTANT TO YOU.MATCH
THAT PERSON TO ONE OF THE FOLLOWING COLURS:
(Do not repeat your answer twice. Name just one person
for each colour.)
Yellow, Orange, Red, White,
Green
Please be sure your answers are what you REALLY
feel..
Last chance…
Repeat your wish and then look at the interpretations
below.
Question 1 _ The order you choose defines the priorities in your
life
·
Cow_ Signifies your career
·
Horse_ Signifies
Family
·
Tiger_
Signifies Pride
·
Sheep_ Signifies
Money
·
Pig_ Signifies
Money
Question 2_ Descriptions
Your
description of DOG implies your own
personality
Your
description of CAT implies your partners’
personality
Your
description of RAT implies the personality
of your enemies
Your
description of COFFEE is how you interpret
sex
Your
description of the OCEAN implies your own
life.
QUESTION 3_Clours
Yellow= Someone you will never forget.
Orange= Someone
you consider a very good friend.
Red= Someone you really love.
White= Your twin soul.
Green= Someone you will remember
all your life.
Surprised? I hope it’s a pleasant one nonetheless.
Stronger than pride
“I won't
pretend that I intend to stop living
I won't pretend I'm good at forgiving
But I can't hate you
Although I have tried
I still really really love you
Love is stronger than pride”
I won't pretend I'm good at forgiving
But I can't hate you
Although I have tried
I still really really love you
Love is stronger than pride”
.jpg)
God for us all.
Good Morning. I
know we say it all the time but we you really must be grateful that you woke up
this morning and are reading this, imagine how many people are fighting to
survive this morning, even worse those who didn’t open their eyes.
Look up and thank
God not only today but all the days of your life for his renewed mercies every day.
I would like to take this moment to thank you and you for your constant
support, the numbers are growing steadily, I am thankful for every single one
of you who logs into my little world. I am who I am today not because of my own
doing, but because God chose.
On that very humbling note, I would like to wish you a
very productive week, may God overlook everything you do and may he be with
every single one of us as we continue with our daily hustles. Good luck to
everyone who is commencing with their exams today; myself included like my mom
always says “u Nkulunkulu asiphe uku hlakanipha”.
Lots of Love
Ms_Curvy
lost
Can we ever go back to the way things are supposed to be?
Where we follow what we feel and don’t constantly have to analyse it and fight
it. Are we ever going to be able to get back to the basics that made us? I’m talking about affection, sharing caring
and just loving each other.
When are we going to stop denying ourselves what we
really want? I am tired of getting into situations where I have to act like I
understand what is going on, when I actually don't and probably never will. I am tired of buckling to the
pressures of the world. I am not a child of the world, I will no longer be
dictated to. This is not my life I denounce it.
I want to find that place where it’s ok to walk around
starry eyed with a goofy smile on my face. I would like to close my eyes and
wake up in a place where there are no motives or questions, a place where it is
what it is. A place where I do not have to constantly fight against what I know
I have to do. A place where we can take
care of each other, where I feed you and you protect me.
Times have erased so much, I’m alarmed. As much as I
always male bash truth is I have also lost my way as a woman. It does not help
that there are no real men left who will guide me back to my rightful path. Men
of these days say they want respect but do they even take the time to teach
you? I live with anarchy within myself. I am conflicted between what is
inherent and what I see. I wonder if I will ever find peace
.
Sunday 28 October 2012
Welcome!!
If I had to say I am overjoyed, I would be insulting how
I feel. I am over the moon. My best friend, confidant, source of strength,
buffer and truly God’s gift to me, My Aunt Mmina has given birth to a beautiful
bouncing baby girl!!!
Welcome to the world little cherry blossom, your Curvy
aunt cannot wait to see you! Dimpho I
have loads of kisses and hugs coming your way. You couldn’t have come at a
better time. You are heralding new and beautiful beginnings. You are one lucky little girl have been born
of a woman like your mother. She epitomises love and loyalty. She is unlike any
other woman I know.
To my niece and Aunty I pray that God watches over you every
day of your life. May you grow stronger with every day little angel. You were
made out of love and we have all been waiting for you, we are happy you are
here. My love for both of you overflows. I cannot wait to tell you all about
how horrible the opposite sex is and to teach you how to be FABULOUS of course.
Lots of Love
Ms_Curvy
Saturday 27 October 2012
Friday 26 October 2012
Call me Kim K!
I feel like I am walking around with a big target on my
back, almost as if somebody is out there to get me. This week alone I was in
and out of a relationship in less than 3 days. Call me Kim Kardashian honey,
the only difference? I didn’t make a dime out of my little dismal attempt to
secure relations with someone who doesn’t have something like mine.
If that was not funny enough, imagine this. Some hottie I
have been shamelessly having thee most intense eye flirts with happens to sit
next to me at the library. There I was in demure, flirt mode. An exchange of
words later, I open my bag take out a textbook and there falls out a condom?!
Not just any condom I might add, but yours truly a CHOICE. Can you say, take me
to the great Kimberly hole and bury me there in one breathe? 
I tried laughing it off, that didn’t work. Moved over to
explaining that it was not what it looked like, because it really isn’t what it
looked like. To make matters worse I had the worlds’ worst back pain yesterday
and part of our light interaction before the infamous rubber appeared, included
him trying to ease the pain by massaging my back. Blue wrapper later, he was
not even entertaining me or my pain. The last thing he said was “go tell
whoever is responsible to fix it”. There I was murmuring “it hurts because
there hasn’t been anyone fixing anything in a while damnit!”
If you are like him and have already jumped into
conclusions about how that thing landed in my bag SHAME ON YOU. It’s not even
like that. I can’t really explain it but just like with him, I guess me asking “Do
I really look like a CHOICE girl?” will not suffice. But do I really look it?
The real truth is I got a packet from those dispensaries at school, put it in
my bag and simply forgot. It doesn’t even sound right does it? But it is the
truth. Don’t ask me why I do it but I do, it’s just one of those unexplainable
events of nature. I am playing it off but really I am mortified..the f#ck??!
Aint it sad how he will never look at me the same again?
Needless to say no more eye contact *sigh*. If there is, we then we all know it’s
because he thinks I am easy and he will get some, sad but true. I on the other
hand know the real truth and will keep my head buried in my textbooks until
further notice.
Kind Regards
Ms_Curvy
Thursday 25 October 2012
Wednesday 24 October 2012
Vicious Cycle
This is not what you were taught in Biology. I know biology
had the sun, grass, an impala and a lion. Well real life has this. This is what
you are being taught by Ms_Curvy now and that is the truth. This is the true
cycle of life, we have all been caught up in it and can relate to one of the
roles. Aint nothing wrong with it though, it is what it is and that is LIFE.
Picture perfect
Good morning and heads up. Just because I have not
updated a lengthy read in a while does not mean I don’t have anything to say.
Sometimes I am not in the mood of writing essays and I will put up a picture
instead. I was taught that a picture was worth a thousand words…read between
the lines.
Kind Regards
Ms_Curvy
Tuesday 23 October 2012
e-Card of the day.
Shout out to whoever started the e cards. These little
bad boys always start my day! This one in particular had me on the floor, the
combination of my three favourite languages namely English, Sarcasm and
Profanity always has me in stitches. I will put up one every day to keep us all
lol hopefully.
Burning the midnight oil.
So it’s finally here! Exam season that is. I would like
to say Good Luck to all my readers who are writing exams now. It is time we
worked a little harder to achieve our goals and objectives for this year and
that is to PASS. Failure is never an option. I pray that God gives every single
one of us the wisdom we need to be able to remember everything we have been
taught this semester/ term and be able to apply it.
To all the Matriculants and the Classes of 2012, the
message from me to you: Carpe Diem! That is Latin for “Seize the day”. All the
best, success is always guaranteed if you work hard and are willing to go the
extra mile.
Friday 19 October 2012
The Color Purple
I am having a
quiet Friday afternoon, it’s just me and Ms Alice Walker. My brain is in need
of some serious exercise what with the exams coming up. I have watched the
Color Purple and it remains one of my favourite movies but today I am reading
the book. I’m ashamed to say I haven’t read in a while. I feel like such a
hypocrite because I am always preaching to people to read. We need to make
reading a part of our lives.
That is why I
started this blog, you might not open a novel but just browsing through my
posts qualifies as reading. If you do it every day, even better. Enough with
the free advertising on my part now it’s back to Celie. I have a box of Kleenex
next to me I feel like they’re going to come in handy. Did I mention that Alice
Walker is a Pulitzer Prize winner? For those who don’t know what a Pulitzer is,
it’s the literature world’s version of an Oscar.
Gratitude
1
Corinthians 2:9
However, as it is written: "No eye has
seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those
who love him"--
I would like to take this time to thank God. Thank him
for he has kept his word and has never forsaken me. His love and mercies endure
forever in my life. Saying I am happy would be an insult to how I feel today, I’m
beaming from the inside, I am overjoyed damnit elated is the word I am looking
for.
I am not happy because its Friday, that is so overrated.
I’m happy because I asked for a miracle and that is exactly what I received
today. After sleeping with a broken heart and pillow drenched with tears, I
asked Jesus to prevail and he never disappointed. He is always there, at the
right place at the right time.
I’m so grateful. If God had a landline I would call and
say “as always, day made! Thank you for pulling through.” I am smiling from ear
to ear and its genuine, it comes from the bottom of my heart. To God be the
glory now and forever.
Humbled
Ms_Curvy
THE DEMISE OF THE AFRICAN MAN
REVELATION is the word that came to mind when I came across this piece.
I am at a loss for words! This I believe is a must read for every man. I would
like to thank the author on behalf of myself and every person who will read
this and understand the message behind it
THE DEMISE OF THE
AFRICAN MAN by Mukami Mbaabu
Pray, Someone show me a truly African man,
Because they either galloped off the face of the earth…..or they are hard to come by..
Iam not talking about, those men…with male features, beards, muscles…well and the works…
Those are in plenty…but what am looking for…is a truly African man, who appreciates and understands what manhood is all about
The kinda man who is in touch with his spirit….and culture….and his pride
A man who emanates power….confidence and sheer maleness,
The man you just love to respect….
That man you feel safe with
Whatever happened to the African man…?
Is it that the society shifted all attention to the girl child……neglecting the equally important boy child?
Do we not see human rights groups demonstrating when a girl or woman is mistreated? Have you seen them wasting their precious time in the streets championing for the rights of the boy child?
Don’t get me wrong, iam a woman…..
But isn’t it always about….educating the girl child, empowering women….? Then I daresay, it’s a no wonder…that we have the society that we have now….
Or Is it that our fathers were so busy trying to make paper..and catching up with comrades at the bar after work…that the role of nurturing the boy child was left to the mothers…..who albeit with good intentions…….made women out of the boys?
Were our fathers ever at home? no they were busy trying to make ends meet…
They had to look for school fees, and money for food…and put up a decent roof over our heads…
And in most cases..the word family planning was foreign to our parents…
So with all the mouths to feed, a man had to do his best…and when it got out of hand…
The nagging wife….and yawning discontented children …..kept him at bay…
The local bar…with kamau, onyango and kilonzo….
They would drown their never ending miseries in alcohol..
And sometimes…Muthoni, the bar maid gave them more intrigue than the black bottle…
Bottom line is……some of us only saw our fathers in the mornings….just before he left for the bus stop
And that means our mothers…reared us, mentored us….and made us who we are…
Good luck for the girls, they grew up to be the women they ought to have been…
But what of the boys?
Did they have someone to instill values of manhood in them?
Were they not brought up with softness….and tamely like their sisters?
Were they taught how to fix things in the house? Were they taught how to protect their wives, children and homes? Were they taught about the responsibility of being head of a home?
If the example they were to learn through, was that of their fathers…then your guess is as good as mine……as to why they have turned out how they have…….
They adored their mothers…because, they were always there for them…to cook for them, to wash for them, to nurse their wounds, to reassure them….. to help them do their homework, to attend school meetings….to discipline them –a little of course
They admired their mothers so much…that they turned out to be like them when they grew up….
And voila…….as imitators of their mothers and sisters…they have not disappointed….in fact they learnt so much of that stuff…they beat their sisters to it
I mean….even when the boy child has all grown up,
Isnt he still trying so hard to be like his mother…or sister?
Look at their hair, look at their nails….look at their dressing…..multicolored shirts…that pass for blouses…
Tight pants…..lip accessories….
The powerful…sweet smelling colognes that have been designed to kill the powerful male scent…a thing they ought to be proud of…..
Listen to their very feminine talk…save for the deep voice….
But even if that were to pass…
It is their character…and personality…that just shows how grave the situation is…
Indecisive, cowardly, unsure…low self esteem….lack of seriousness, pettiness, fear of commitment…..
This is the current African man for you…..
And it spreads across the divide…
Just create time today, and watch news…
Or watch a session of live parliament proceedings
Isn’t it the men…in suits bickering, and mouth lashing at each other?
Calling each other names…….a role that was previously dimmed….a woman’s worst behavior…by men?
Wouldnt you have expected Martha Karua, and Beth Mugo, or Millie Odhiambo…or female politicians in whichever your country?
To be the ones..behaving in this irrate, and petty exchange of words amongst themselves? on national tv, especially?
Yet, have you ever heard them doing so?
Dear Men,
Manhood is greatly missed in this society of ours…
Something went wrong somewhere….
Lets correct it soon….
An African man….is special….because he takes manhood seriously…
Think of your grandfather…and his kins…
They are men…you adored, they are men who every woman loved to respect, to have for a husband, or brother…..or uncle
They taught you how to hunt, how to keep livestock, they taught you secrets pertaining to manhood,
They made warriors out of you, They mentored you…
And whether, they had a coin or none in their coats….
They walked with shoulders high, all self confident…..and everyone respected them…
It was just that natural…it wasn’t just about money…or wealth
Much as iam a free spirited woman, career oriented, very independent…and sure of myself
I know I need a stronger man……as a father, as a brother, as a husband…as a friend…
I need that man…..who’s truly all African…..and strong in belief, in personality, physically…
I need a man who brings order to this otherwise cluttered world…
A man….who is not afraid to be himself, a man who does not have to lie, a man who is not chickened out by commitment, a man….who understands and appreciates his responsibilities….
A man …I can respect, get counsel from…and look up to.
You have surely noticed this…..that every woman has become so ambitious…and powerful lately…
Career oriented……professional…..yes, they are taking over….owning businesses, controlling economies…sitting in vital board rooms..
Believe you me, I have nothing against women rising up the ladders….besides iam one of those…
But ask yourself, dear man….why is this the trend?
Because a gap exists….and the women are filling it up….
Because the man…has neglected his duties……..he is no longer sure of his abilities…
And is totally lacking in ambition
And have you asked yourself why the modern woman, does not want to be tied down to a marriage?
You have heard the utter nonsense…..from them…
“Iam too busy, I don’t have time for a relationship, least of all…a marriage…”
And don’t they trap you man….just enough for you to get them pregnant…and then they disappear with your child….because maybe…that’s all they want?
How many single mothers are there nowadays……almost every woman I know is…
But its not because it was an accident…but rather…that’s what they wanted…
Truth be told, all those flimsy excuses …about not wanting a relationship, or a marriage….
Are a cover up for the underlying problem…
Men are no longer men….
And every woman wants a proper man….in the absence of which….they would rather stay without…than live with a man’s shadow!
Tale care men, lest the days of Mekatilili catch up with us again….
I implore with you, that you revisit your roots, and origin….
And take man hood….as seriously…as it so deserves…
And if you are that rare commodity…that has gone scarce…
If there are still those few truly African men..
I plead with you to save your breed, and your gender…from becoming extinct
Would you give this some thought?
Would you mentor the little boys…..and the young men….
Would you instill those much needed values of African manhood in them…
Before they start playing with dolls, instead of playing ball?
Hustling you must, providing for your family…..is something you garra do
But don’t let it get the better of you…
Money will not mould you kids personalities, nor will it give a boom to their self esteem…
Money will not make your wife love you…nor respect you…
But, your presence will; ………
Make time to play and bond with your children….and wife….
Go for those camps with your sons…..take them to a football match…
And let them get some scars out of boy fights with the neighbors sons…
Lets them learn…….what being a man is ……while they are young
And set the best example…….ever
I want to raise sons…..who are male in every respect of the word…
I want my daughters….to get married to men….who are men….in the actual sense of the word….
And that means….i must make a home with a husband….who takes his role, and responsibilities as the man of the house, the head and master…….to heart……..
That is if that man, is not extinct already……
Because they either galloped off the face of the earth…..or they are hard to come by..
Iam not talking about, those men…with male features, beards, muscles…well and the works…
Those are in plenty…but what am looking for…is a truly African man, who appreciates and understands what manhood is all about
The kinda man who is in touch with his spirit….and culture….and his pride
A man who emanates power….confidence and sheer maleness,
The man you just love to respect….
That man you feel safe with
Whatever happened to the African man…?
Is it that the society shifted all attention to the girl child……neglecting the equally important boy child?
Do we not see human rights groups demonstrating when a girl or woman is mistreated? Have you seen them wasting their precious time in the streets championing for the rights of the boy child?
Don’t get me wrong, iam a woman…..
But isn’t it always about….educating the girl child, empowering women….? Then I daresay, it’s a no wonder…that we have the society that we have now….
Or Is it that our fathers were so busy trying to make paper..and catching up with comrades at the bar after work…that the role of nurturing the boy child was left to the mothers…..who albeit with good intentions…….made women out of the boys?
Were our fathers ever at home? no they were busy trying to make ends meet…
They had to look for school fees, and money for food…and put up a decent roof over our heads…
And in most cases..the word family planning was foreign to our parents…
So with all the mouths to feed, a man had to do his best…and when it got out of hand…
The nagging wife….and yawning discontented children …..kept him at bay…
The local bar…with kamau, onyango and kilonzo….
They would drown their never ending miseries in alcohol..
And sometimes…Muthoni, the bar maid gave them more intrigue than the black bottle…
Bottom line is……some of us only saw our fathers in the mornings….just before he left for the bus stop
And that means our mothers…reared us, mentored us….and made us who we are…
Good luck for the girls, they grew up to be the women they ought to have been…
But what of the boys?
Did they have someone to instill values of manhood in them?
Were they not brought up with softness….and tamely like their sisters?
Were they taught how to fix things in the house? Were they taught how to protect their wives, children and homes? Were they taught about the responsibility of being head of a home?
If the example they were to learn through, was that of their fathers…then your guess is as good as mine……as to why they have turned out how they have…….
They adored their mothers…because, they were always there for them…to cook for them, to wash for them, to nurse their wounds, to reassure them….. to help them do their homework, to attend school meetings….to discipline them –a little of course
They admired their mothers so much…that they turned out to be like them when they grew up….
And voila…….as imitators of their mothers and sisters…they have not disappointed….in fact they learnt so much of that stuff…they beat their sisters to it
I mean….even when the boy child has all grown up,
Isnt he still trying so hard to be like his mother…or sister?
Look at their hair, look at their nails….look at their dressing…..multicolored shirts…that pass for blouses…
Tight pants…..lip accessories….
The powerful…sweet smelling colognes that have been designed to kill the powerful male scent…a thing they ought to be proud of…..
Listen to their very feminine talk…save for the deep voice….
But even if that were to pass…
It is their character…and personality…that just shows how grave the situation is…
Indecisive, cowardly, unsure…low self esteem….lack of seriousness, pettiness, fear of commitment…..
This is the current African man for you…..
And it spreads across the divide…
Just create time today, and watch news…
Or watch a session of live parliament proceedings
Isn’t it the men…in suits bickering, and mouth lashing at each other?
Calling each other names…….a role that was previously dimmed….a woman’s worst behavior…by men?
Wouldnt you have expected Martha Karua, and Beth Mugo, or Millie Odhiambo…or female politicians in whichever your country?
To be the ones..behaving in this irrate, and petty exchange of words amongst themselves? on national tv, especially?
Yet, have you ever heard them doing so?
Dear Men,
Manhood is greatly missed in this society of ours…
Something went wrong somewhere….
Lets correct it soon….
An African man….is special….because he takes manhood seriously…
Think of your grandfather…and his kins…
They are men…you adored, they are men who every woman loved to respect, to have for a husband, or brother…..or uncle
They taught you how to hunt, how to keep livestock, they taught you secrets pertaining to manhood,
They made warriors out of you, They mentored you…
And whether, they had a coin or none in their coats….
They walked with shoulders high, all self confident…..and everyone respected them…
It was just that natural…it wasn’t just about money…or wealth
Much as iam a free spirited woman, career oriented, very independent…and sure of myself
I know I need a stronger man……as a father, as a brother, as a husband…as a friend…
I need that man…..who’s truly all African…..and strong in belief, in personality, physically…
I need a man who brings order to this otherwise cluttered world…
A man….who is not afraid to be himself, a man who does not have to lie, a man who is not chickened out by commitment, a man….who understands and appreciates his responsibilities….
A man …I can respect, get counsel from…and look up to.
You have surely noticed this…..that every woman has become so ambitious…and powerful lately…
Career oriented……professional…..yes, they are taking over….owning businesses, controlling economies…sitting in vital board rooms..
Believe you me, I have nothing against women rising up the ladders….besides iam one of those…
But ask yourself, dear man….why is this the trend?
Because a gap exists….and the women are filling it up….
Because the man…has neglected his duties……..he is no longer sure of his abilities…
And is totally lacking in ambition
And have you asked yourself why the modern woman, does not want to be tied down to a marriage?
You have heard the utter nonsense…..from them…
“Iam too busy, I don’t have time for a relationship, least of all…a marriage…”
And don’t they trap you man….just enough for you to get them pregnant…and then they disappear with your child….because maybe…that’s all they want?
How many single mothers are there nowadays……almost every woman I know is…
But its not because it was an accident…but rather…that’s what they wanted…
Truth be told, all those flimsy excuses …about not wanting a relationship, or a marriage….
Are a cover up for the underlying problem…
Men are no longer men….
And every woman wants a proper man….in the absence of which….they would rather stay without…than live with a man’s shadow!
Tale care men, lest the days of Mekatilili catch up with us again….
I implore with you, that you revisit your roots, and origin….
And take man hood….as seriously…as it so deserves…
And if you are that rare commodity…that has gone scarce…
If there are still those few truly African men..
I plead with you to save your breed, and your gender…from becoming extinct
Would you give this some thought?
Would you mentor the little boys…..and the young men….
Would you instill those much needed values of African manhood in them…
Before they start playing with dolls, instead of playing ball?
Hustling you must, providing for your family…..is something you garra do
But don’t let it get the better of you…
Money will not mould you kids personalities, nor will it give a boom to their self esteem…
Money will not make your wife love you…nor respect you…
But, your presence will; ………
Make time to play and bond with your children….and wife….
Go for those camps with your sons…..take them to a football match…
And let them get some scars out of boy fights with the neighbors sons…
Lets them learn…….what being a man is ……while they are young
And set the best example…….ever
I want to raise sons…..who are male in every respect of the word…
I want my daughters….to get married to men….who are men….in the actual sense of the word….
And that means….i must make a home with a husband….who takes his role, and responsibilities as the man of the house, the head and master…….to heart……..
That is if that man, is not extinct already……
mukami mbaabu
Phenomenal
By Maya Angelou
Pretty
women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not
cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when
I start to tell them,
They
think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in
the reach of my arms,
The span
of my hips,
The
stride of my step,
The curl
of my lips.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
I walk
into a room
Just as
cool as you please,
And to a
man,
The
fellows stand or
Fall down
on their knees.
Then they
swarm around me,
A hive of
honey bees.
I say,
It’s the
fire in my eyes,
And the
flash of my teeth,
The swing
in my waist,
And the
joy in my feet.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
Men
themselves have wondered
What they
see in me.
They try
so much
But they
can’t touch
My inner
mystery.
When I
try to show them,
They say
they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in
the arch of my back,
The sun
of my smile,
The ride
of my breasts,
The grace
of my style.
I’m a
woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
Now you
understand
Just why
my head’s not bowed.
I don’t
shout or jump about
Or have
to talk real loud.
When you
see me passing,
It ought
to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in
the click of my heels,
The bend
of my hair,
the palm
of my hand,
The need
for my care.
’Cause
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That’s
me.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)