I never knew how much I get into people nerves till this one guy, a classmate of mine had to indulge in alcohol on one evening to gather the courage to give me a call about it. I am the class rep and by so, I am the link between the lecturer and the students. They (lecturers) tell me when classes are postponed, when CATs are due, when classes are cancelled and so forth and I, good servant of the people, give that information to the students. I am not a sweet guy. I hate stupid questions that if one took time to think before they would ask, they would get the answers themselves. That has gotten me into wrong books with a number of people. Some say I am arrogant, proud, have a bad attitude etc just because I prefer not to answer some of the questions they ask (like, ‘Is there a class right now? What is the lecturer teaching…ITS SCHEDULED ON THE TIMETABLE AND YOU COME TO CLASS AND KNOW WHAT IS BEING TAUGHT!!) But I did not know one had to go as far as drinking alcohol to call me about it. I swear he was drank. I tried to figure out what might have been wrong with that guy. Was he dumped? Was he having a bad day? Was it that time of the month? Yes! I know guys who get moody at a certain point in the month like the have an equivalent of the female cycle. It’s a shocking world isn’t it?
‘We Mokaya itabidi utuheshimu’
‘Okay’ I respond.
‘ we ni clas rep aina gani kama huheshimu watu?’
The he starts using crude language on me. I mean what is wrong with this guy? You are overstepping your bounds as far as calling me is concerned. I don’t even know you. My class has like 40 students. Some of which I do not even know. I interact with a number of people but don’t chase people who walk in cliques and value their solitude. So I hang up on this guy because it’s a Saturday night. It’s just the end of my Sabbath. I do not want to get mad because these sort of things vex my spirit. He calls again. I pick and end the call. AGAIN!! Okay I pick and place it on the table. I think he talked for like a minute and realized that was futile.
I screen his number. This son of a bitch. What is wrong with this guy!! Somebody??
I am mad anyway. I love my peace and calm. I do not like people interrupting that and worse, doing so in a cowardly manner. This guy had a whole semester to tell me about all that crap he was saying over the phone drank.
So I text him the next day after I receive a text from him saying I am a coward and should pick his calls. That I do not respect people and to live in harmony with people, I ought to earn my respect. First of all, I do not know this guy properly. I do not know where he lives. I do not know his third name. I do not know whether he wears supras and purple t-shirts or skinny jeans. I do not know whether he has pierced his ears. Does he have a mo-hawk or something? This guy is not my friend. What does he know about living in harmony? I tell him to show up in school and air his grievances to me in person. I do not do phone stuff. I find it feminine. No offense meant.
Monday 11 am he knocks at my hostel’s door. Heck! I hate people who wake me up before I think of willingly doing so. I refuse to open the door till he says he is the guy who called me on Saturday. I am obliged to see him. I would love to see this guy who thinks he has so much sense that he would like to share some of it, with me.
He is the skinny jeans type. Loafers and white socks. He has this small coat and his jeans have decorations. He seems a cocky guy. He has this arrogant face like he knows what he is doing and I am a spoilt kid in need of the way. The right way, because it seems I am losing it.
He tells me outside, people are complaining about me. People are saying I am rude. People cannot contain it anymore and if I do not willingly change, the will pass a vote of no confidence against me. THREAT DETECTED! This guy is threatening me. First this job does not pay. I like it because it makes me go to class. It keeps me in check. So he thinks I value it like my life depends on it. ‘I did not know our class has a Complaints department. So do you like have a site or blog or hotline for complaints? Because I have many you know?’ I ask him because I do not understand what he is telling me. He doesn’t understand what I am saying. I give him the class advisors number and tell him to call her because boy! He is probably 19. A teenager. If she isn’t available, she can try the vice chancellor. He doesn’t know a thing about changing attitude. How dare he show up at my place and tell me to change my attitude! Where did this guy school? Or maybe he forgot the rules. He is not my mother because ‘No Man is another Man’s mother. I tell him to go away. I have heard enough nonsense. If he continues, he is going to deny other people a chance to give me crap today because I would have had enough. He stands and tells me, ‘Mokaya usipochange, mimi sikudanyangyi. Tutakutoa kama Gadaffi. Tutakusmoke” (if I do not change, he and other will bring about a revolution and they will end my reign)
The revolution. They or rather he and whoever else want to oust me. They want to revolutionize the class. Here it comes though it will not be televised. I think he did ask me to resign if I do not change my ways. I just forgot to tell him, ‘I Would Rather Die Than Resign’
Friday, September 9, 2011
THE REVOLUTION SHALL NOT BE TELEVISED!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
EASY FM
“Life is hard enough”. At least that’s one thing I like about Easy fm. They ‘make life easy for you because it’s already hard enough’. Unless you are born to a Royal family, you can’t dispute that fact. Each of us goes through some tough trying times. The only difference is how we handle it. Some are good at absorbing life’s pressures while some are not. Doesn’t matter the age, every age-bracket has its own set of challenges. We just have to embrace them and live with it. Life is that cruel, isn’t it really?
I was once with a close relative chasing some signatures from Government Offices. My relative had travelled from far and had planned to arrive in the city in the morning, go about business and travel back in the evening. Shock on her! People around the offices, typical of any government office, handled her with no sense of urgency and kept pushing her from office to office, where she was required to meet expenses that were unbudgeted for. At some point, she nearly broke down in my presence. I am not very good in handling people at their weakest moments. It bites me within and is a sight I always try to avoid, seeing a female in a situation that brings the weakest out of her. I am saying this because I have not met guys in that situation because, well, guys act brave even in the toughest of situations (that is debatable since that is just an opinion of mine.)I was in a fix. It was a situation in which I could barely do a thing to make the situation any better. Very tough moment in life.
Another situation in way back in 2010, when my KCSE results were due. At that moment I was seated with a friend of mine listening to Prof Ongeri repeatedly say ‘Echucation’ instead of education. My friend and I were listening for various intentions. I wanted to hear how many familiar names I could make out; he wanted to hear his name. I could see the seriousness with which he listened and shook his head as every name went down to the last name. His wasn’t mentioned. He is a sharp guy. Hours later, as individual results started trickling in, my friend suddenly became depressed. Disappointed. Life had suddenly taken a different path on his side. The results shape the future of individuals and unfortunately, all his aspirations just seemed to have drained into a big hole. All he was left with is an unimaginable grade to deal with. He hadn’t failed. He just did not get what he expected. What could take him to the next step in life, as he imagined. It took close to two months for him to accept the disappointment and move on, try something else. I am glad he is making great strides in his skill and making great bucks out of it as some of us(read me) toil with grades in school. But every time a sum gets hard in a Mathematics class especially calculus, all I can imagine is a system that locked out a great guy because of an exam. The guy is smart I repeat.
In all aspects, we go through situations that make or break our lives. Someone was telling me that she wouldn’t wish to get back home after graduation and would rather get married. That is four years from now. At home things are quite thick on her side and it’s depressing quite. It’s hard to deal with life especially in the source of the hardship is one place you would be seeking help from.
I look around and I see people struggling to make something out of their lives. I see people in campus and still being the sole bread winners back in their homes. I see people who have overcome great obstacles to be where they are. The saddest part is when all that is thrown away when it becomes too much to handle just like the chap who was making brilliant quotations late at night around campus. He was quoting book after book along the pavements just past ‘Mututho hour’.
It never gets easy I hear. Challenges are overcome only for new ones to emerge. But from whichever angle, there is always a ray of hope. In the religious perspective, ‘This world is not our home. We are just but passers-by’. From an optimist’s perspective, there is light at the end of the long tunnel.
I look round and count myself lucky, enjoy my moments, pray and thank God because it is by grace that I am alive. There are people with greater obstacles in life yet they are alive. They can afford to smile and live positively. We all have disappointments and problems here and there. It is how we deal with them that make the people in us.
I was once with a close relative chasing some signatures from Government Offices. My relative had travelled from far and had planned to arrive in the city in the morning, go about business and travel back in the evening. Shock on her! People around the offices, typical of any government office, handled her with no sense of urgency and kept pushing her from office to office, where she was required to meet expenses that were unbudgeted for. At some point, she nearly broke down in my presence. I am not very good in handling people at their weakest moments. It bites me within and is a sight I always try to avoid, seeing a female in a situation that brings the weakest out of her. I am saying this because I have not met guys in that situation because, well, guys act brave even in the toughest of situations (that is debatable since that is just an opinion of mine.)I was in a fix. It was a situation in which I could barely do a thing to make the situation any better. Very tough moment in life.
Another situation in way back in 2010, when my KCSE results were due. At that moment I was seated with a friend of mine listening to Prof Ongeri repeatedly say ‘Echucation’ instead of education. My friend and I were listening for various intentions. I wanted to hear how many familiar names I could make out; he wanted to hear his name. I could see the seriousness with which he listened and shook his head as every name went down to the last name. His wasn’t mentioned. He is a sharp guy. Hours later, as individual results started trickling in, my friend suddenly became depressed. Disappointed. Life had suddenly taken a different path on his side. The results shape the future of individuals and unfortunately, all his aspirations just seemed to have drained into a big hole. All he was left with is an unimaginable grade to deal with. He hadn’t failed. He just did not get what he expected. What could take him to the next step in life, as he imagined. It took close to two months for him to accept the disappointment and move on, try something else. I am glad he is making great strides in his skill and making great bucks out of it as some of us(read me) toil with grades in school. But every time a sum gets hard in a Mathematics class especially calculus, all I can imagine is a system that locked out a great guy because of an exam. The guy is smart I repeat.
In all aspects, we go through situations that make or break our lives. Someone was telling me that she wouldn’t wish to get back home after graduation and would rather get married. That is four years from now. At home things are quite thick on her side and it’s depressing quite. It’s hard to deal with life especially in the source of the hardship is one place you would be seeking help from.
I look around and I see people struggling to make something out of their lives. I see people in campus and still being the sole bread winners back in their homes. I see people who have overcome great obstacles to be where they are. The saddest part is when all that is thrown away when it becomes too much to handle just like the chap who was making brilliant quotations late at night around campus. He was quoting book after book along the pavements just past ‘Mututho hour’.
It never gets easy I hear. Challenges are overcome only for new ones to emerge. But from whichever angle, there is always a ray of hope. In the religious perspective, ‘This world is not our home. We are just but passers-by’. From an optimist’s perspective, there is light at the end of the long tunnel.
I look round and count myself lucky, enjoy my moments, pray and thank God because it is by grace that I am alive. There are people with greater obstacles in life yet they are alive. They can afford to smile and live positively. We all have disappointments and problems here and there. It is how we deal with them that make the people in us.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Untitled
Someone said writers block is for hungry writers if I quote him right. Its not been anything like that. just busy couple of weeks transversing the whole country (if Nyanza, Nairobi, Rift Valley and Central add to that) plus lack of resources, since unlike a month or two ago, i do not possess a computer nor a phone that is fast enough to type a whole post. Posting too is a tricky business. It's like women business. Sometimes you are too sure of what you have in mind till you approach the subject only for all your words to 'poof'. So yes its a couple of things that lead to this dryness in posting over a couple of weeks. This post, however, doesn't signify the return of weekly posting just like the Torres goal didnt mean he was back to scoring businness. Talking about Torres, I think if there is anyone who has had it rough this year is that guy since he decided 'to walk alone'. You should have heard how Chelsea fans adored the man just as he stepped foot into Stamford Bridge only to leave them high and dry. Anyway they say form is temporary, class is permanent. In other news, i dont kow who i should back for the league title since it is neck to neck. All i know is that today just like Wednesday, I shall watch the match in Hall 4 just to hate on Manchester United fans. Oh! How i love to.
University life or rather campus life. The gospel against drugs, alcohol and sex all over. I think, just like the war on sex ended on preaching safe sex and not necessarily abstinence, NACADA and the concerned bodies should preach responsible drinking and drugs unlike condemning the whole thing all together. (I am just saying)
If i come across the resources, then I will certainly put my brain to use and jot a thing or two or when that Engineering class of forty guys and six ladies gets boring and all the ladies seem to have woken up on the wrong side, I shall try to write. and read too. I'm yet to check the library to see what they can offer on literature to boost and expand my knowledge.
University life or rather campus life. The gospel against drugs, alcohol and sex all over. I think, just like the war on sex ended on preaching safe sex and not necessarily abstinence, NACADA and the concerned bodies should preach responsible drinking and drugs unlike condemning the whole thing all together. (I am just saying)
If i come across the resources, then I will certainly put my brain to use and jot a thing or two or when that Engineering class of forty guys and six ladies gets boring and all the ladies seem to have woken up on the wrong side, I shall try to write. and read too. I'm yet to check the library to see what they can offer on literature to boost and expand my knowledge.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
It's not what it's like.
John (not his real name) and I have known each other for like 6 years. This being the 6th year. We were brought together by the thirst to acquire the white man’s magic and use it to influence and affect our future lives. We did it successfully for four good years and now we are supposed to continue ad learn more of this magic to stand out. Another six years through the same institution. I feel good that we will be going through the same institution again because this guy is a good guy. This guy loves literature. This guy thinks beyond his nose. This guy tells you shit when you deserve shit. This guy laughs at your ass when he needs to. This guy hides nothing from you and many people love to hate that type of a guy. I like to have that type of a guy as a friend.
“Man. I think I have to play serious this year. I mean its not that I am not serious”.
Me: “I know that”
John: “people should know I am serious with in life. It’s a new year and I am growing older. It’s high time I try some serious relationship thing, don’t you think?
Me: “I don’t know man; I said the same thing to myself and see where I am. Toss a coin in the air and pick whatever you get”
John: “Did you do that?”
Me: “Nope but I hear it works”
So my friend turns out as the most joker. He is not a joker per se but he looks like a joker. He looks like he has no plan. He looks (I think I should use looked because he has changed since that talk). With the locks on his head now, all his critics think now he has completely lost it. People think John smokes and do weed. People think John is always high that even when he is, no one can tell the difference. John passes out as the complete contrast of what he is. He works hard, he has plans, and he is serious. I even think he tossed a coin in the air to his luckier side. The guy has achieved a lot in this short span of time. He is nearing his 20’s.
In short, John is not what people think he is. He just seems the bad guy. Blame it on his swagger but he isn’t what he looks and many of us have that kind of thing around us. An acquaintance of mine with his friends were discussing having lunch together and my name was brought to the table. Guess the reaction that came up. “Mokaya!! Are you out of your mind? That guy sees nothing good in anything. He even criticizes the sky.” (Heck! The sky is the ugliest creation of God) I didn’t say that by the way. I was the devil in the talk. I loved it when my acquaintance told me of that later on. I laughed it off. No! I actually had a good laugh about it. It’s good to hear what people genuinely think about you behind those smiles and ‘Hi’s’. I know I love to criticize but I do it part-time. I don’t hate the sky, I don’t hate on the roads or even flies. But I do like to hate once in a while. That doesn’t make me a hater, does it?
It’s not what it is always like. The guy sleeping in the gutter in the morning is not always homeless and lazy. The guy spending countless hours in the bar (I think that was pre-Mututho era) isn’t always a bad father or husband or bachelor. The guys with dreads are not always gangsters. The people with red eyes don’t always do drugs. But the guy making out and caught right in the act shouldn’t use those words, “It’s not what its like” No way! If you are caught in the act, either deny: though I don’t know how one can pull that one off or admit and get your ass kicked. (But it is advisable you deny as much as you can). It is what it’s like then or even worse.
For those of use being mistaken for something else, maybe its time we try and change that outlook. It’s a false identity. “Mokaya! That hater?” It would even be better if you said, “Mokaya, that short guy”
It’s been long!
© Jaqaya
“Man. I think I have to play serious this year. I mean its not that I am not serious”.
Me: “I know that”
John: “people should know I am serious with in life. It’s a new year and I am growing older. It’s high time I try some serious relationship thing, don’t you think?
Me: “I don’t know man; I said the same thing to myself and see where I am. Toss a coin in the air and pick whatever you get”
John: “Did you do that?”
Me: “Nope but I hear it works”
So my friend turns out as the most joker. He is not a joker per se but he looks like a joker. He looks like he has no plan. He looks (I think I should use looked because he has changed since that talk). With the locks on his head now, all his critics think now he has completely lost it. People think John smokes and do weed. People think John is always high that even when he is, no one can tell the difference. John passes out as the complete contrast of what he is. He works hard, he has plans, and he is serious. I even think he tossed a coin in the air to his luckier side. The guy has achieved a lot in this short span of time. He is nearing his 20’s.
In short, John is not what people think he is. He just seems the bad guy. Blame it on his swagger but he isn’t what he looks and many of us have that kind of thing around us. An acquaintance of mine with his friends were discussing having lunch together and my name was brought to the table. Guess the reaction that came up. “Mokaya!! Are you out of your mind? That guy sees nothing good in anything. He even criticizes the sky.” (Heck! The sky is the ugliest creation of God) I didn’t say that by the way. I was the devil in the talk. I loved it when my acquaintance told me of that later on. I laughed it off. No! I actually had a good laugh about it. It’s good to hear what people genuinely think about you behind those smiles and ‘Hi’s’. I know I love to criticize but I do it part-time. I don’t hate the sky, I don’t hate on the roads or even flies. But I do like to hate once in a while. That doesn’t make me a hater, does it?
It’s not what it is always like. The guy sleeping in the gutter in the morning is not always homeless and lazy. The guy spending countless hours in the bar (I think that was pre-Mututho era) isn’t always a bad father or husband or bachelor. The guys with dreads are not always gangsters. The people with red eyes don’t always do drugs. But the guy making out and caught right in the act shouldn’t use those words, “It’s not what its like” No way! If you are caught in the act, either deny: though I don’t know how one can pull that one off or admit and get your ass kicked. (But it is advisable you deny as much as you can). It is what it’s like then or even worse.
For those of use being mistaken for something else, maybe its time we try and change that outlook. It’s a false identity. “Mokaya! That hater?” It would even be better if you said, “Mokaya, that short guy”
It’s been long!
© Jaqaya
Friday, March 11, 2011
“Anonymous said:…”
People are very mean and angry out here and given the slightest opportunity, they will vent out without thinking twice. That is the observation I have made over the past few weeks as I took my time reading through blogs and going the extra mile to read the comments. Some people regardless of the posts and subject matter, take their time to hurl all sort of insults and critics on the writer, the readers and even people not involved. On one particular blog, this one character went ahead to brand all the readers as relatives of the writer and that people just act sweet to impress the writer while his work was pathetic. Mark you the writer is one of my best modern-day lifestyle writers. Pathetic? No he is the best. That reader had his/her personal beef with the writer. But what shocked me most was the cowardice involved. Hidden under the mask of anonymity, the character seemed to be comfortable writing all sort of nonsense that even some were moderated only for him/her to come back anonymous with fresh comments. Anonymity is the highest level of cowardice I believe.
In my high school, other than the first rules I learnt that I should not pocket, eat while walking among other rules ;that were aimed at making us gentlemen, I was taught that if I wanted to say anything, I had to be bold and let myself known. Whether it was praise or criticism, I had to reveal my identity. In fact, in situations where an anonymous letter or note was found, I was shredded to pieces or burnt. There is no need of reading something that you cannot trace the author for comments later on. It is a rule still applicable.
Most of us have perfected the art of hiding under the anonymity tag then picking on people. It is the same thing with acting in a mob. We hid in the group, shout the most indecent words, throw the largest stones and complain the most. In the event that we are singled out, we chicken out and lose that tongue, our tails between our legs. I draw admiration from people who come out with their real identity and put their complaints and critics forward because in such a situation, it is easy to judge and correct appropriately.
Anonymous can be anything. In fact, it is degrading to comment as anonymous. It allows someone to make anything out of who you could be. Figure out this.
A reader steps into a blog about some beauty pageant post under the mask of anonymity. He then goes ahead to claim that the winner is his Ex, goes ahead to say nasty things then brands the other competitors as gay or something.(Beefing with JKUAT girl students) If I was the admin of the blog, such comments won’t even see the light of day because there is no validity to your statements. We do not know you. For all we know, you could be some psychological disturbed old woman in a mental institution deriving pleasure from hating. Hating and more hating.
A reader who comments as anonymous is no different from the mob in Kibera that uprooted the Rail line, the villagers in Kisii ( my backyard) who lynch old women in the name of eradicating witches(which could be true anyway), or masked robbers who pee in front of the CCTV cameras.
We all have an identity. We all have some boldness in us. It does not take Goliath’s strength to come out and say and speak our mind out. In fact, it is more appropriate if you come clean with your identity and heap genuine critics and praises or complaints to people. We are Wachira’s, Momanyi, Akinyi’s for a reason.
Identity is bold. Anonymity is the ultimate mark of cowardice and as one Major Fels would put it, you are a woman if hide your identity. (Femininity is a mark of timidity according to Fels’ gospel though I beg to disagree)
In my high school, other than the first rules I learnt that I should not pocket, eat while walking among other rules ;that were aimed at making us gentlemen, I was taught that if I wanted to say anything, I had to be bold and let myself known. Whether it was praise or criticism, I had to reveal my identity. In fact, in situations where an anonymous letter or note was found, I was shredded to pieces or burnt. There is no need of reading something that you cannot trace the author for comments later on. It is a rule still applicable.
Most of us have perfected the art of hiding under the anonymity tag then picking on people. It is the same thing with acting in a mob. We hid in the group, shout the most indecent words, throw the largest stones and complain the most. In the event that we are singled out, we chicken out and lose that tongue, our tails between our legs. I draw admiration from people who come out with their real identity and put their complaints and critics forward because in such a situation, it is easy to judge and correct appropriately.
A reader steps into a blog about some beauty pageant post under the mask of anonymity. He then goes ahead to claim that the winner is his Ex, goes ahead to say nasty things then brands the other competitors as gay or something.(Beefing with JKUAT girl students) If I was the admin of the blog, such comments won’t even see the light of day because there is no validity to your statements. We do not know you. For all we know, you could be some psychological disturbed old woman in a mental institution deriving pleasure from hating. Hating and more hating.
A reader who comments as anonymous is no different from the mob in Kibera that uprooted the Rail line, the villagers in Kisii ( my backyard) who lynch old women in the name of eradicating witches(which could be true anyway), or masked robbers who pee in front of the CCTV cameras.
We all have an identity. We all have some boldness in us. It does not take Goliath’s strength to come out and say and speak our mind out. In fact, it is more appropriate if you come clean with your identity and heap genuine critics and praises or complaints to people. We are Wachira’s, Momanyi, Akinyi’s for a reason.
Identity is bold. Anonymity is the ultimate mark of cowardice and as one Major Fels would put it, you are a woman if hide your identity. (Femininity is a mark of timidity according to Fels’ gospel though I beg to disagree)
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Siku Njema
There is a proverbial saying in Kiswahili that ‘Siku njema huonekana aubuhi (A good day is evident from the morning) and today couldn’t start any better. I was at my usual bus stop where many a times I have had the opportunity to board the matatu’s with good looking female passengers. Most of these times are Sundays and people especially ladies look unbelievably good on Sunday. At least they dress for God!
I am standing on the bus stop with this young lady. Probably in her early 20’s. She looks pretty and nicely dressed, and I mean nicely dressed. Proper skirt slightly below her knees but enough to show her shop window legs, a good top that does not show her cleavage, nice shoes and nice hair. Nice hair is not a thing many girls nowadays have. Purple, green red with weird shocking hairstyles are all over town. This fine pretty lady was dressed decently. I could tell she wasn’t going to church because the clothing did not look like the church type. She looked healthy and energized. A rare thing to find in a girl of that age of a Sunday morning, after all the weekend partying and drinking like the ones I come across in the pubs when I have to watch a match with my uncle. Neither of us drinks by the way.
Something funny seemed to happen. A matatu came and both of us moved closer to it. On second thought, I decided not to board that one and she too, moved away. The second came and same thing happened. I found it strange somehow so I decided not to inch towards the next matatu and see if it works again. It did. When a good matatu came, I quickly jumped in and there she was. Now I do not know why she seemed to trust my choice of matatus considering my hair was so shaggy and I was everything short of decent. (Not a person you would want to board a matatu with.) She sat with the driver and I sat in the matatu but closer to the drivers place.
This lady seemed to amuse me. She was like a lovely gem that you cannot help looking at. Looking at, not staring, stealing glances on opportunities that avails itself. She was the no-nonsense type. I never saw her teeth. She did not smile at anyone nor anything. After all nothing seemed funny. Ideas started running through my mind. Should I say ‘Hi’ to her? (This idea is always in mind but never materializes in matatus.) plus it backfires big time if it does not go right.
A young guy joined her on the front seats. He was very enthusiastic but the lady never seemed to like the idea of sitting there with him. All the smiles the guy unleashed were countered with a serious no-nonsense look. I bet the guy noticed he was not her type. She did not like guys who smile anyhow.
This lady was smart and young. Her type is that which walks with smart phones on hand, in the company of three other ladies. They prefer to be in shades and their clothing is that which turns all heads. This lady was none of that. She was quiet, never showed her phone (I am sure she had one), sat next to a scruffy driver and even started a conversation with him. She was chatting with anyone freely. Rare!
Now these are the type of journeys you never seem to understand. Normally, it would take me about an hour and a half to reach my destination, a lot of traffic and slow driver. This one took me less than forty minutes. So little time to just sit and put my anthology away and observe. Observe this marvelous piece of art and creation. One that does not strive for perfection but is perfect in its own ways.
Sadly, the journey was over. Both of us had to part and go our different ways. I stood and watched the lady walk away. Precise and keen steps. No swaying of hips and pushing of hair to the back. She just walked away and she was gone. I was sad. Sad that we will never meet again. Sad that this fine art is something I cannot have. Sad that this is life, on our way we meet people we find rather unique but circumstances never allow us to get to know each other. Sad that there are not many ladies who are decent like my lady there. I but I choose not to lament but rather enjoy the moments of my journey.
I do not know her but she made my day. Weird, right?
© Jaqaya
I am standing on the bus stop with this young lady. Probably in her early 20’s. She looks pretty and nicely dressed, and I mean nicely dressed. Proper skirt slightly below her knees but enough to show her shop window legs, a good top that does not show her cleavage, nice shoes and nice hair. Nice hair is not a thing many girls nowadays have. Purple, green red with weird shocking hairstyles are all over town. This fine pretty lady was dressed decently. I could tell she wasn’t going to church because the clothing did not look like the church type. She looked healthy and energized. A rare thing to find in a girl of that age of a Sunday morning, after all the weekend partying and drinking like the ones I come across in the pubs when I have to watch a match with my uncle. Neither of us drinks by the way.
Something funny seemed to happen. A matatu came and both of us moved closer to it. On second thought, I decided not to board that one and she too, moved away. The second came and same thing happened. I found it strange somehow so I decided not to inch towards the next matatu and see if it works again. It did. When a good matatu came, I quickly jumped in and there she was. Now I do not know why she seemed to trust my choice of matatus considering my hair was so shaggy and I was everything short of decent. (Not a person you would want to board a matatu with.) She sat with the driver and I sat in the matatu but closer to the drivers place.
This lady seemed to amuse me. She was like a lovely gem that you cannot help looking at. Looking at, not staring, stealing glances on opportunities that avails itself. She was the no-nonsense type. I never saw her teeth. She did not smile at anyone nor anything. After all nothing seemed funny. Ideas started running through my mind. Should I say ‘Hi’ to her? (This idea is always in mind but never materializes in matatus.) plus it backfires big time if it does not go right.
A young guy joined her on the front seats. He was very enthusiastic but the lady never seemed to like the idea of sitting there with him. All the smiles the guy unleashed were countered with a serious no-nonsense look. I bet the guy noticed he was not her type. She did not like guys who smile anyhow.
This lady was smart and young. Her type is that which walks with smart phones on hand, in the company of three other ladies. They prefer to be in shades and their clothing is that which turns all heads. This lady was none of that. She was quiet, never showed her phone (I am sure she had one), sat next to a scruffy driver and even started a conversation with him. She was chatting with anyone freely. Rare!
Now these are the type of journeys you never seem to understand. Normally, it would take me about an hour and a half to reach my destination, a lot of traffic and slow driver. This one took me less than forty minutes. So little time to just sit and put my anthology away and observe. Observe this marvelous piece of art and creation. One that does not strive for perfection but is perfect in its own ways.
Sadly, the journey was over. Both of us had to part and go our different ways. I stood and watched the lady walk away. Precise and keen steps. No swaying of hips and pushing of hair to the back. She just walked away and she was gone. I was sad. Sad that we will never meet again. Sad that this fine art is something I cannot have. Sad that this is life, on our way we meet people we find rather unique but circumstances never allow us to get to know each other. Sad that there are not many ladies who are decent like my lady there. I but I choose not to lament but rather enjoy the moments of my journey.
I do not know her but she made my day. Weird, right?
© Jaqaya
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Let them fall
Let them fall
Stream down your face
Wash the eyes, in the cries
Let your tears fall
And calm the downcast soul
The tears that harbour the dark yester,
The pain, anger and anguish
Let them fall
And wash away all
The pain, disappointment
Of yester times
Free the downcast soul
Liberate the troubled mind, of
All the turmoil undergone
Drop the tear downcast soul
Repeatedly not rotate and roll
To stop the drop, the fall
Let them fall
Let your tears fall
And wash you anew,
And raise the downcast soul.
© Jaqaya.
Stream down your face
Wash the eyes, in the cries
Let your tears fall
And calm the downcast soul
The tears that harbour the dark yester,
The pain, anger and anguish
Let them fall
And wash away all
The pain, disappointment
Of yester times
Free the downcast soul
Liberate the troubled mind, of
All the turmoil undergone
Drop the tear downcast soul
Repeatedly not rotate and roll
To stop the drop, the fall
Let them fall
Let your tears fall
And wash you anew,
And raise the downcast soul.
© Jaqaya.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A little sleep, A little slumber.
"Yet a little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to sleep: So shall thy poverty come as one that travelleth and thy want as an armed man."
Proverbs 24:33-34 KJV
That Bible verse used to lie inside the desk of a classmate back in high school. He was not quite the religious person but that verse I bet is the only one he knew and it served him right, I think. Ironically, he used to doze off in class for those few classes he attended. So I actually never got the point. But he is not poor, not yet, not ever.
I have known myself over the past years to be a hardworking young fellow with realistic ambitions but the latest turn of events has left me confused. Unsure of myself if I actually remain that hardworking guy I thought I was.
Let me start with an example closer home, blogging. It’s been weeks since I did a post on prose. I have kept convincing myself over and over again that it’s my ‘mojo’, lost. But today I made a discovery. I am actually one lazy fellow of late. It is nothing to do with running out of ideas or lacking something to inspire me. On the contrary, I have visited countless blogs over the past few weeks. Blogs basically about everything,. Blogs by girls, boys, men, women. Blogs about morality, sexuality, random thoughts and even sentimental blogs.. So I cannot actually say I have been lacking motivation. Its laziness.
Everything seems to be boring to me these days. I feel lazy to do anything. Lazy to lift my head out of the blanket in the morning, lazy to attend classes, lazy to converse with people, lazy to check my mails, lazy to check on friends, lazy on practically everything. I even feel having put a lot of effort to watch the television. I prefer lying on the couch and listen to music. Laziness! Laziness! Laziness!
Sleeping early and waking up late is the order of days, sleeping in the afternoon and evening at times. I do not feel like participating in most activities. I do not even feel like getting ideas out of my head and right something. I just hope this is a phase that will come to pass. I have to collect my lazy ass and get back to my former self. It is not good living in a shadow of my past.
I am not alone, I believe. There are countless citizens out there who have entirely convinced themselves that life just isn’t on there side right now. Things seem to be going bananas to them but in reality, they have just folded their hands for a little sleep. Beware! Poverty comes as one that travels and you have to stay armed. So let us stop making these excuses and resume our normal duties. Let us stop all this lazing around. As my high school principal used to say, ‘Human being is a creature of habit.’ If we continue with this trend, we will surely make it a habit and that’s when our lives begin to end.
Proverbs 24:33-34 KJV
That Bible verse used to lie inside the desk of a classmate back in high school. He was not quite the religious person but that verse I bet is the only one he knew and it served him right, I think. Ironically, he used to doze off in class for those few classes he attended. So I actually never got the point. But he is not poor, not yet, not ever.
I have known myself over the past years to be a hardworking young fellow with realistic ambitions but the latest turn of events has left me confused. Unsure of myself if I actually remain that hardworking guy I thought I was.
Let me start with an example closer home, blogging. It’s been weeks since I did a post on prose. I have kept convincing myself over and over again that it’s my ‘mojo’, lost. But today I made a discovery. I am actually one lazy fellow of late. It is nothing to do with running out of ideas or lacking something to inspire me. On the contrary, I have visited countless blogs over the past few weeks. Blogs basically about everything,. Blogs by girls, boys, men, women. Blogs about morality, sexuality, random thoughts and even sentimental blogs.. So I cannot actually say I have been lacking motivation. Its laziness.
Everything seems to be boring to me these days. I feel lazy to do anything. Lazy to lift my head out of the blanket in the morning, lazy to attend classes, lazy to converse with people, lazy to check my mails, lazy to check on friends, lazy on practically everything. I even feel having put a lot of effort to watch the television. I prefer lying on the couch and listen to music. Laziness! Laziness! Laziness!
Sleeping early and waking up late is the order of days, sleeping in the afternoon and evening at times. I do not feel like participating in most activities. I do not even feel like getting ideas out of my head and right something. I just hope this is a phase that will come to pass. I have to collect my lazy ass and get back to my former self. It is not good living in a shadow of my past.
I am not alone, I believe. There are countless citizens out there who have entirely convinced themselves that life just isn’t on there side right now. Things seem to be going bananas to them but in reality, they have just folded their hands for a little sleep. Beware! Poverty comes as one that travels and you have to stay armed. So let us stop making these excuses and resume our normal duties. Let us stop all this lazing around. As my high school principal used to say, ‘Human being is a creature of habit.’ If we continue with this trend, we will surely make it a habit and that’s when our lives begin to end.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Plastic for plastic
The plastic look,
Fake smiles and reasons,
False identity and plastic outlook
A plastic rose was fair.
The look on her face
The scream that couldn’t come out
The smiles on her false acquaintance “friends”
His innocence as he handed her the plastic rose.
Deep down she was dying
The embarrassment, after the encouragement
From the acquaintances that he was the man
The man he was.
With all her plastic looks
And plastic smiles,
A plastic rose,
Was well deserved.
Though she thought she deserved better
More than a rose
She was on a ‘cross’
Hanging and bearing all the humiliation
Of the plastic girls
Presented with plastic roses.
Fake smiles and reasons,
False identity and plastic outlook
A plastic rose was fair.
The look on her face
The scream that couldn’t come out
The smiles on her false acquaintance “friends”
His innocence as he handed her the plastic rose.
Deep down she was dying
The embarrassment, after the encouragement
From the acquaintances that he was the man
The man he was.
With all her plastic looks
And plastic smiles,
A plastic rose,
Was well deserved.
Though she thought she deserved better
More than a rose
She was on a ‘cross’
Hanging and bearing all the humiliation
Of the plastic girls
Presented with plastic roses.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
State of confusion
State of confusion,
No commotion.
The mind, the heart apart
The mind, far
Improbable situations.
The heart rejoicing,
Current situation
It’s the reading, too much
It’s the feeling, so much
It’s the thinking too far.
State of confusion,
No commotion
Heart, soul and mind frenzy
Depth, the feeling in heart
Compassion, abnormal.
Maybe a guy ought not to be deep
Weird, strange, I don’t know
It’s confusing
Wide is the reasoning of the mind
Forever the picture in mind
State of confusion
Overwhelming emotion
State of confusion
The heart and mind trying a fusion
It’s deep
Deeper than the ocean bottom
Synchronization of the heart and mind
Need to be achieved
But what about the depth
That will stay,
Maybe.
© Jaqaya.
No commotion.
The mind, the heart apart
The mind, far
Improbable situations.
The heart rejoicing,
Current situation
It’s the reading, too much
It’s the feeling, so much
It’s the thinking too far.
State of confusion,
No commotion
Heart, soul and mind frenzy
Depth, the feeling in heart
Compassion, abnormal.
Maybe a guy ought not to be deep
Weird, strange, I don’t know
It’s confusing
Wide is the reasoning of the mind
Forever the picture in mind
State of confusion
Overwhelming emotion
State of confusion
The heart and mind trying a fusion
It’s deep
Deeper than the ocean bottom
Synchronization of the heart and mind
Need to be achieved
But what about the depth
That will stay,
Maybe.
© Jaqaya.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Random Thoughts: Sometimes
I listen to Alicia Keys. I have said that before and it does not shame me to say it again. She has good vocals and sings pretty well. ‘Falling’ is the track this time round. I love that song especially the chorus. Anyway so I am randomly listening to Alicia Keys and the ‘Sometimes I love you, sometimes I feel blue’ part triggers random thoughts in mind and guess what? It makes sense. This is probably more of a man than a human thing because I use the word man here and not human. I am male so I believe I deserve to be excused to use my gender more often without being thought to be gender insensitive. If not, sue me! Anyway again if I use the word woman I will be accused of being gay. You know yourselves’.
Sometimes a man sits and thinks about what lies ahead, beyond and with him. He scratches his head, does the math but it doesn’t sum up. He pushes through anyway.
Sometimes he finds himself in simple situations, at times in tricky complicated situations. He works it out pretty well.
Sometimes a man is strong, masculine and bullies his way through. At times he is the smallest, of least importance and weak. He humbles himself and tries to work with what he has and what he is.
Sometimes a man is compassionate and enthusiastic. Sometimes he is drained and pale about life but he lives back to find his compassion.
Sometimes a man feels loved and loves. Sometimes he is cynical about love. Sometimes loneliness is the order of his days. He there learns to appreciate care, searches within himself and finds the least affection to drive him through because he cannot live without it.
Sometimes being a man is all a man needs. He gets his way through everything. But at times, being a man is a pain in the ass. He doesn’t curse his manhood (no pun intended). He appreciates that sh*t happens and pulls through it.
Sometimes a man taps into a rich vein of form, sometimes he can barely function. He still is ‘the man’ and not ‘sometimes the man’, a seasonal man.
Sometimes a man is champion, winner of all. Sometimes he loses and becomes the laughing stock. He doesn’t give up. He fights and keeps his head high.
Sometimes a man desires one woman, sometimes he wants them all. Whichever he decides, he avoids chaos.
Sometimes a man loves the woman {he always loves women :)} and the woman loves him. Sometimes the woman doesn’t love him as much or not at all. He either wins her heart or redirects his energy elsewhere for another woman. He NEVER stops loving women to love men instead.
Sometimes a man loves his life, sometimes he loathes the desire to live another second but he still breathes and throws away the noose.
Sometimes a man is weird. Sometimes a man is crazy. At times he is a jerk and all that comes with it. But he still keeps his manners intact.
Sometimes a man is the achiever. Sometimes he is the failure. He doesn’t apologize for the failures. He works his way back to achieving greatness.
After all, ‘There is a drop of greatness in every man’.
© Jaqaya.
Sometimes a man sits and thinks about what lies ahead, beyond and with him. He scratches his head, does the math but it doesn’t sum up. He pushes through anyway.
Sometimes he finds himself in simple situations, at times in tricky complicated situations. He works it out pretty well.
Sometimes a man is strong, masculine and bullies his way through. At times he is the smallest, of least importance and weak. He humbles himself and tries to work with what he has and what he is.
Sometimes a man is compassionate and enthusiastic. Sometimes he is drained and pale about life but he lives back to find his compassion.
Sometimes a man feels loved and loves. Sometimes he is cynical about love. Sometimes loneliness is the order of his days. He there learns to appreciate care, searches within himself and finds the least affection to drive him through because he cannot live without it.
Sometimes being a man is all a man needs. He gets his way through everything. But at times, being a man is a pain in the ass. He doesn’t curse his manhood (no pun intended). He appreciates that sh*t happens and pulls through it.
Sometimes a man taps into a rich vein of form, sometimes he can barely function. He still is ‘the man’ and not ‘sometimes the man’, a seasonal man.
Sometimes a man is champion, winner of all. Sometimes he loses and becomes the laughing stock. He doesn’t give up. He fights and keeps his head high.
Sometimes a man desires one woman, sometimes he wants them all. Whichever he decides, he avoids chaos.
Sometimes a man loves the woman {he always loves women :)} and the woman loves him. Sometimes the woman doesn’t love him as much or not at all. He either wins her heart or redirects his energy elsewhere for another woman. He NEVER stops loving women to love men instead.
Sometimes a man loves his life, sometimes he loathes the desire to live another second but he still breathes and throws away the noose.
Sometimes a man is weird. Sometimes a man is crazy. At times he is a jerk and all that comes with it. But he still keeps his manners intact.
Sometimes a man is the achiever. Sometimes he is the failure. He doesn’t apologize for the failures. He works his way back to achieving greatness.
After all, ‘There is a drop of greatness in every man’.
© Jaqaya.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Answered.
The sky
Grey, dark, pregnant
The wind gusting,
Blustery, turbulent
The air
Fresh,
The environment
Hasty,
Noisy,
Confusion all corners
Approaching end of a day,
A rough day.
The birds fly, chirping in the sky
The ants migrate with bits of food,
The children happy, jumpy
Calves, kids mowing and bleating
Finally the rain comes
Finally the drought ends
Finally the prayers answered
The gods respond.
The hasty goodbyes on the roads
No staying late today
No quarrels from the village women
Of girls delaying from errands
Held up by the roads
A drop, two, three
A drizzle
The children and parents join
Rejoicing in the drizzle
Soon it will pour
Prayers answered
The rain finally comes.
Grey, dark, pregnant
The wind gusting,
Blustery, turbulent
The air
Fresh,
The environment
Hasty,
Noisy,
Confusion all corners
Approaching end of a day,
A rough day.
The birds fly, chirping in the sky
The ants migrate with bits of food,
The children happy, jumpy
Calves, kids mowing and bleating
Finally the rain comes
Finally the drought ends
Finally the prayers answered
The gods respond.
The hasty goodbyes on the roads
No staying late today
No quarrels from the village women
Of girls delaying from errands
Held up by the roads
A drop, two, three
A drizzle
The children and parents join
Rejoicing in the drizzle
Soon it will pour
Prayers answered
The rain finally comes.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Immorality?
Sodom and Gomorrah. The cities that clearly bring out the context of homosexuality in the Bible. I fail to understand the people of Sodom. Of all the things they wanted or admired in visitors was the screwing part? Worse still, male citizens asking for male visitors?
I think the writer of that bit of the Bible must have looked at God and asked, ‘You seriously want me to write this? C’mon don’t you think this is a little bit gay and
lowering the dignity of your angels. *Smiling,* you must be having very hot angels up there! If this is what it did to Sodom and Gomorrah people.
That is no different from the world we live in. The ‘Gold rush’ a perfect example. We want to have a taste of the new flesh in town. No wonder we are dying. We are actually dead a people. We are no more than the animals in the jungle. Sleeping around. Only that us unlike Sodom, are more of heterosexual in orientation than homosexual.
Anyway the world as it is, is no different from Sodom and Gomorrah save for that Lot’s family and pillar of salt story (yes! I know the Bible quite well).
I did a piece on Prostitution sometime ago and emphasized that prostitution is not just of the body involving sex. Prostitution comes in many forms including the mind. The whole prostitution thing means pollution as per that piece hence polluting your mind, soul, and body all qualify as prostitution. Lie, you qualify. Speak sh*t, you qualify, engage in commercial sex, wewe ni member!
Narrowing it down, there are a lot of ‘prostitutes’ in town. Men and women who cannot control their tongues just as those who cannot tame the beast of their loins. Men and women who speak as if they are on a diet of sh*t. Maybe you do not get my picture. Figure out someone who cannot make a complete sentence without the wod f*ck, or sh*t or a**hole. For instance, ‘Shut the effing door’, sh*t I passed the exam, the infamous ‘WTF! Among many others.
I come from a humble background. I was raised in a family where as much as we lived in Sodom. We had virtues and manners bestowed upon us. On top of that, we were advised not to pick vices in our day to day interactions. That sort of thing has helped regulate the behaviors I pick and adopt from my environment. You may or may not agree with me that majority of people who are vulgar to the bone are people who have picked that vice from town. I know people who come from mashinani. But due to exposure, My Goodness! The guys speak like sh*t. the type of people I cannot hold a conversation with because, well, the first thing they probably ask is, ‘How the f*uck are you a**hole?’ smiling at me. It is never amusing! Seriously? How the eff am i?. What is really happening to us as a people? It is as if the more the sh*t you speak, the more versed you are with the life in town. Are we seeing the immorality in society? Or are we blind Bartimeous. Blind to think immorality is walking naked or inappropriate sexual behaviour? I think that is where our problem lies. We have completely lost the word immorality to some few actions and anything that does not fall within that bracket is considered a grey area. Neither immoral nor moral.
Again, from my community (this is not a tribal thing), there exists certain restrictions in terms of mannerism. There is a rite of passage aka circumcision. As you know, this rite of passage marks the clear line between a boy and a man, a girl and a woman. It is not a matter of age. If for instance if Momanyi underwent the cut before me and he is 2 or 3 years younger than me, I respect him like an older guy. That means, I cannot by any chance ridicule him or call him ‘some work of sh*t’ if I am pissed at him. I totally respect him like an elder, somehow. Everyone I went through the cut with also gets some respect like a peer. The younger ones are accorded their respect since they cannot or rather are bound by the rules to respect their elders. Women deserved their respect. It is a perfectly balanced society in terms of respect and mannerism. That is morality. The fact that I do not go around spiting obscenities all over checks my behaviour. The fact that I cannot sleep around because it is not allowed unless I am polygamous, the fact that a man is judged by his hard work and wise words and not his lousy vocabulary.
Urbanization has brought us together. Good! People from different backgrounds sharing ideas. But in the process of intermingling; we have lost touch with our roots. Since not everyone respects their rite of passage, in the confusion of interaction we are left to settle for westernized ways. The sh*t, f*ck and a**holing that exists all around us. The movies have it, the songs have it. Mary has it, John has picked it up too. It is immorality that is so ingrained in us till we no longer see the wrong in it. ‘I mean WTF is wrong with saying WTF!’ That sort of thing.
I think we need to purify our minds, tongues, souls as well as spirit. Not everyone entertains that crap. We need to check our vocabulary as much as no one will arrest us for expressing ourselves the way we do. Those guys who cannot hold the sh*t in their tongue seriously need to look into that. More so the ladies. I am not saying a guy is justified to say all he wants. No one is. But we all agree that society judges men and women differently when it comes to morality issues. Ladies have to be very cautious with the amount of sh*t they say or write. People may entertain it but that doesn’t make it right.
Etiquette is what we need more than anything. To solve the problems of immorality amongst us, we need to start with what we think, what we say, what we watch and finally what we do.
Prostitution is real but again, I am no saint!
‘Have a sh*t free f*ckin weekend!’….We need to change that to, ‘Have a trouble free weekend with lots of fun’.
© Jaqaya
I think the writer of that bit of the Bible must have looked at God and asked, ‘You seriously want me to write this? C’mon don’t you think this is a little bit gay and
lowering the dignity of your angels. *Smiling,* you must be having very hot angels up there! If this is what it did to Sodom and Gomorrah people.
That is no different from the world we live in. The ‘Gold rush’ a perfect example. We want to have a taste of the new flesh in town. No wonder we are dying. We are actually dead a people. We are no more than the animals in the jungle. Sleeping around. Only that us unlike Sodom, are more of heterosexual in orientation than homosexual.
Anyway the world as it is, is no different from Sodom and Gomorrah save for that Lot’s family and pillar of salt story (yes! I know the Bible quite well).
I did a piece on Prostitution sometime ago and emphasized that prostitution is not just of the body involving sex. Prostitution comes in many forms including the mind. The whole prostitution thing means pollution as per that piece hence polluting your mind, soul, and body all qualify as prostitution. Lie, you qualify. Speak sh*t, you qualify, engage in commercial sex, wewe ni member!
Narrowing it down, there are a lot of ‘prostitutes’ in town. Men and women who cannot control their tongues just as those who cannot tame the beast of their loins. Men and women who speak as if they are on a diet of sh*t. Maybe you do not get my picture. Figure out someone who cannot make a complete sentence without the wod f*ck, or sh*t or a**hole. For instance, ‘Shut the effing door’, sh*t I passed the exam, the infamous ‘WTF! Among many others.
I come from a humble background. I was raised in a family where as much as we lived in Sodom. We had virtues and manners bestowed upon us. On top of that, we were advised not to pick vices in our day to day interactions. That sort of thing has helped regulate the behaviors I pick and adopt from my environment. You may or may not agree with me that majority of people who are vulgar to the bone are people who have picked that vice from town. I know people who come from mashinani. But due to exposure, My Goodness! The guys speak like sh*t. the type of people I cannot hold a conversation with because, well, the first thing they probably ask is, ‘How the f*uck are you a**hole?’ smiling at me. It is never amusing! Seriously? How the eff am i?. What is really happening to us as a people? It is as if the more the sh*t you speak, the more versed you are with the life in town. Are we seeing the immorality in society? Or are we blind Bartimeous. Blind to think immorality is walking naked or inappropriate sexual behaviour? I think that is where our problem lies. We have completely lost the word immorality to some few actions and anything that does not fall within that bracket is considered a grey area. Neither immoral nor moral.
Again, from my community (this is not a tribal thing), there exists certain restrictions in terms of mannerism. There is a rite of passage aka circumcision. As you know, this rite of passage marks the clear line between a boy and a man, a girl and a woman. It is not a matter of age. If for instance if Momanyi underwent the cut before me and he is 2 or 3 years younger than me, I respect him like an older guy. That means, I cannot by any chance ridicule him or call him ‘some work of sh*t’ if I am pissed at him. I totally respect him like an elder, somehow. Everyone I went through the cut with also gets some respect like a peer. The younger ones are accorded their respect since they cannot or rather are bound by the rules to respect their elders. Women deserved their respect. It is a perfectly balanced society in terms of respect and mannerism. That is morality. The fact that I do not go around spiting obscenities all over checks my behaviour. The fact that I cannot sleep around because it is not allowed unless I am polygamous, the fact that a man is judged by his hard work and wise words and not his lousy vocabulary.
Urbanization has brought us together. Good! People from different backgrounds sharing ideas. But in the process of intermingling; we have lost touch with our roots. Since not everyone respects their rite of passage, in the confusion of interaction we are left to settle for westernized ways. The sh*t, f*ck and a**holing that exists all around us. The movies have it, the songs have it. Mary has it, John has picked it up too. It is immorality that is so ingrained in us till we no longer see the wrong in it. ‘I mean WTF is wrong with saying WTF!’ That sort of thing.
I think we need to purify our minds, tongues, souls as well as spirit. Not everyone entertains that crap. We need to check our vocabulary as much as no one will arrest us for expressing ourselves the way we do. Those guys who cannot hold the sh*t in their tongue seriously need to look into that. More so the ladies. I am not saying a guy is justified to say all he wants. No one is. But we all agree that society judges men and women differently when it comes to morality issues. Ladies have to be very cautious with the amount of sh*t they say or write. People may entertain it but that doesn’t make it right.
Etiquette is what we need more than anything. To solve the problems of immorality amongst us, we need to start with what we think, what we say, what we watch and finally what we do.
Prostitution is real but again, I am no saint!
‘Have a sh*t free f*ckin weekend!’….We need to change that to, ‘Have a trouble free weekend with lots of fun’.
© Jaqaya
Prostitution: The Complete Story
I own up. It is sometimes hard to finish a piece started and left to be continued. A piece left hanging requires more effort to write than one at hand and so are many things hard to do again once the moment passes. Think romancing! I am just saying. This is because I have to transpose myself to the same state and condition I was then so as to write something to the same effect. I think it’s high time I changed my source of creativity boost. My love for the night is not a recent affair. I have always loved the night. I find it more beautiful part of a day than the day. In that, at night, people are at their real self. No fake smile, all the anguish faced, and all the happiness expressed. During the day, a lot of faces are plastered with fake expressions to avoid a lot of speculation about ourselves. In the night, in those moments with yourself, either in darkness or dim light you have yourself to face. The funny thing, you can lie to the world but not to yourself. You can have all of us fooled that you are okay, trick us that you are having a rough time in life, but wait till the night catches up with you and you have yourself to face.
I doubt whether the same rule applies to prostitutes, of the body of cause. I mean they spend the night (in most cases, unless they are working overtime) anguishing under the custody of ruthless strangers/customers trying to get ‘value for their money’. I think once in a while, like corporate businesses do, contribute to the society, prostitutes should do likewise. Maybe a day of free services or fees slashed to maybe 50%. I am very sure their businesses would bloom and attract more. Do not get me wrong. I do not advocate for immorality in society. I am just sick of people pretending that some things do not exist. I mean prostitution was there in Sodom and Gomorrah. And so was homosexuality. I do not understand why people especially the church act as if it’s out of the world for such to exist. I appreciate the fact that it is abnormal, in my opinion to exhibit such behavioral tendencies, but denying its existence I cannot do. Embracing it is a challenge. Normal is good when we are talking about morality people. I do not know if we will ever accept abnormal but one thing for sure, let’s accept that they (abnormal people) do exist.
Prostitution exists. Young girls in our society are bidding their bodies to the highest bidder. Not necessarily to the one who offers the highest amount of cash but other commodities like ‘love’ come in handy. In my opinion, society has failed to curb change. The Catholic Church, no offense meant, has refused to accept that we are in the 21st century though that’s another topic all together. I could spend hours criticizing.
Walk around, look around. We are all dying. As one Martin Luther King Jr said, “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." Precisely what is happening to us now.
A lot of issues put in one. I have really digresses and also tried keeping to the subject matter. Back to the subject, Once in a while, I urge you to take time and appreciate the night. Admire the stars and the moon, the clouds, the breeze. I am sure you will love it. The night offers the perfect time to meditate, think and evaluate yourself whether early in the night or late in your bed. Spend 10-20 minutes doing so instead of falling like a dead log to your bed and waiting for another day to carry you fake mask across. If you do, I am sure you will sleep a happier person, because in those moments, the people who matter, things that matter, come along in the picture and normally that makes us happy. Repent all your prostitution to the Supreme Being you believe in and if you are a hooker, take a job off and enjoy what you miss under normal circumstances.
Fin.
© Jaqaya
I doubt whether the same rule applies to prostitutes, of the body of cause. I mean they spend the night (in most cases, unless they are working overtime) anguishing under the custody of ruthless strangers/customers trying to get ‘value for their money’. I think once in a while, like corporate businesses do, contribute to the society, prostitutes should do likewise. Maybe a day of free services or fees slashed to maybe 50%. I am very sure their businesses would bloom and attract more. Do not get me wrong. I do not advocate for immorality in society. I am just sick of people pretending that some things do not exist. I mean prostitution was there in Sodom and Gomorrah. And so was homosexuality. I do not understand why people especially the church act as if it’s out of the world for such to exist. I appreciate the fact that it is abnormal, in my opinion to exhibit such behavioral tendencies, but denying its existence I cannot do. Embracing it is a challenge. Normal is good when we are talking about morality people. I do not know if we will ever accept abnormal but one thing for sure, let’s accept that they (abnormal people) do exist.
Prostitution exists. Young girls in our society are bidding their bodies to the highest bidder. Not necessarily to the one who offers the highest amount of cash but other commodities like ‘love’ come in handy. In my opinion, society has failed to curb change. The Catholic Church, no offense meant, has refused to accept that we are in the 21st century though that’s another topic all together. I could spend hours criticizing.
Walk around, look around. We are all dying. As one Martin Luther King Jr said, “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." Precisely what is happening to us now.
A lot of issues put in one. I have really digresses and also tried keeping to the subject matter. Back to the subject, Once in a while, I urge you to take time and appreciate the night. Admire the stars and the moon, the clouds, the breeze. I am sure you will love it. The night offers the perfect time to meditate, think and evaluate yourself whether early in the night or late in your bed. Spend 10-20 minutes doing so instead of falling like a dead log to your bed and waiting for another day to carry you fake mask across. If you do, I am sure you will sleep a happier person, because in those moments, the people who matter, things that matter, come along in the picture and normally that makes us happy. Repent all your prostitution to the Supreme Being you believe in and if you are a hooker, take a job off and enjoy what you miss under normal circumstances.
Fin.
© Jaqaya
Prostitution; The Unfinished Story
I am running stories that i did elsewhere but could not feature them in this blog. Good stories that crack my ribs. Among all the pieces i have done, these seem to be my best. My opinion though!
This post is titled unfinished because i could not finish typing it. i had to dash somewhere but at the same time, i had to write something.
It’s funny that people love the night obviously for various reasons. I love the night for a good reason. I am not a robber or worse a prostitute, either of the mind or body. First let me talk about prostitution before I continue. There is this guy who made my September you know like there is player of the month etc, this guy made my September extra ordinary hence his is worth my ‘September Guy of The Month’. Not because he did anything major worth being noted by a number of people, but because of the way he spoke it out. He came up with this good definition of prostitution as the corruption of something and to that, he added that lying is prostitution. When you lie, you pollute the mind, when you commit anything contrary to good morals; you are a prostitute because you corrupt the mind. Now tell me seriously, isn’t that genius. So as I was saying, I am a prostitute, maybe because in one way or the other I have corrupted my mind and so have you but for sure I am not a prostitute for corrupting the body, but I love the night.
The night offers a transitory from a good to a bad and a bad to a good day. Think about it this way. Yesterday I was disturbed and when disturbed, I disturb my mind by doing metal rock music and yesterday I was lucky because Shem had just brought along Night wish. Awesome Band. I used to do a lot of metal music. That is to mean I used to be very disturbed hence very creative. That’s the way my system works. I need a bad day and bad mental state to think. Find me smiling and am blonde. Haha!
So yesterday night was awesome because I overcame my disturbed state and woke up jumpy. I do not know whether it is a Saturday thing because I do not have classes or its just a double coincidence. Either way it is a good thing. Actually am trying to write this before my flow of writing runs out but I have to go now. Maybe I will put this together, edit it later and write a masterpiece.
© Jaqaya
This post is titled unfinished because i could not finish typing it. i had to dash somewhere but at the same time, i had to write something.
It’s funny that people love the night obviously for various reasons. I love the night for a good reason. I am not a robber or worse a prostitute, either of the mind or body. First let me talk about prostitution before I continue. There is this guy who made my September you know like there is player of the month etc, this guy made my September extra ordinary hence his is worth my ‘September Guy of The Month’. Not because he did anything major worth being noted by a number of people, but because of the way he spoke it out. He came up with this good definition of prostitution as the corruption of something and to that, he added that lying is prostitution. When you lie, you pollute the mind, when you commit anything contrary to good morals; you are a prostitute because you corrupt the mind. Now tell me seriously, isn’t that genius. So as I was saying, I am a prostitute, maybe because in one way or the other I have corrupted my mind and so have you but for sure I am not a prostitute for corrupting the body, but I love the night.
The night offers a transitory from a good to a bad and a bad to a good day. Think about it this way. Yesterday I was disturbed and when disturbed, I disturb my mind by doing metal rock music and yesterday I was lucky because Shem had just brought along Night wish. Awesome Band. I used to do a lot of metal music. That is to mean I used to be very disturbed hence very creative. That’s the way my system works. I need a bad day and bad mental state to think. Find me smiling and am blonde. Haha!
So yesterday night was awesome because I overcame my disturbed state and woke up jumpy. I do not know whether it is a Saturday thing because I do not have classes or its just a double coincidence. Either way it is a good thing. Actually am trying to write this before my flow of writing runs out but I have to go now. Maybe I will put this together, edit it later and write a masterpiece.
© Jaqaya
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Unworried Girl
With the bag on her back
She strolled past me,
Counting the pebbles on her hand
A sum that she couldn’t crack at school maybe
Humming a song I couldn’t quite get
Unworried, nothing in mind
Save for that sum she couldn’t quite solve.
Friday justified her dirty uniform
After all, the adverts read ‘Dirt is good’
A long day’s play maybe
No injuries that would warrant a spank
She’s four or a half a year plus
And she cares not about anything
Other than that sum on her head
No big brother bully from school
The smile shows what a day!
No humiliation at school maybe
Or she had something for mum and dad
A high score in a CAT
That would make them proud
Or a new song she’d learnt
That she couldn’t wait to share
She had no worries
No trouble
A young girl passed by me
And she got me thinking.
© Jaqaya 2011
She strolled past me,
Counting the pebbles on her hand
A sum that she couldn’t crack at school maybe
Humming a song I couldn’t quite get
Unworried, nothing in mind
Save for that sum she couldn’t quite solve.
Friday justified her dirty uniform
After all, the adverts read ‘Dirt is good’
A long day’s play maybe
No injuries that would warrant a spank
She’s four or a half a year plus
And she cares not about anything
Other than that sum on her head
No big brother bully from school
The smile shows what a day!
No humiliation at school maybe
Or she had something for mum and dad
A high score in a CAT
That would make them proud
Or a new song she’d learnt
That she couldn’t wait to share
She had no worries
No trouble
A young girl passed by me
And she got me thinking.
© Jaqaya 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Dumb Moment
I am having a dumb phase. I mean like that time when all your thought just disappear. This one must be self induced or rather i convinced myself over and over again that i am dumb. Well that bruised my hidden ego and sent all my planned posts disappearing in the air. I hope i regain normal brain function within the course of the day because this is pretty serious stuff happening to me.
I think i will cease thinking myself of some degree of intelligence because the situation leading to this state was way below the thresh hold. Man!I'm even finding it hard to comprehend simple statements. Oh! God. I'm going dumb. Mathare! Oh Dear!
I think i will cease thinking myself of some degree of intelligence because the situation leading to this state was way below the thresh hold. Man!I'm even finding it hard to comprehend simple statements. Oh! God. I'm going dumb. Mathare! Oh Dear!
Monday, January 17, 2011
No Company Guys
It comes a time when cops stop busting the ‘bad guys’, a moment when the dirty cops too have to go down. Think Garrett Fowler in White Collar or whoever in your favourite TV series. For a while now, guys have enjoyed a good season when all the writing has been favouring them. But today, it’s the females who get to sit and enjoy the scene as the guys get a dosage of their medicine.
Many years ago, those days I was still going through the wretched 8-4-4 system that did me no good, I happened to interact with this fellow. A young educated fellow who education had gotten out of the village (but could not get the village out of him). To many, he seemed a funny intelligent and someone worth keeping company. To me, he was the total ‘No Company Guy’. He was so irritating, narking, and peskier than a mosquito. I mean he had all the qualities of a 'bad wife'. Damn it! He was the devil incarnate. I think guys should learn that we have surplus of ladies in town and do not need any more of guys behaving like them.
If luck has ever evaded me, then it was during my final year of schooling because this same guy was seated right behind me during all examinations in the examination hall. Had I failed any of the exams, I think I would have justified myself. Someone singing all my wrong choices of songs early in the morning before a paper or making ‘jokes’ that did not seem proper to me made the whole exam exercise daunting.
Well, I did struggle to put through it all and finally finished my course. How wrong I was to think I would never set eyes on my ‘No Company Guy’. After a while, I happened to meet a girl who apparently my guy schooled with way back then in primary. It’s never been harder when you are in the middle of two groups that are grudging against each other. On one side, it was not proper to discuss or dismiss a guy I had schooled with. On the other side, knowing quite well how ladies are, I refused to be tagged along in their confrontations of cause this caused a lot of friction with the lady. I failed miserably in my Peace Keeping ‘Mediation’ efforts. My lady back then wanted my support. My ‘No Company Guy ‘kept feeding me with information that I did not require about ‘You know in class 2 she went out with Musyoki..blah..blah..blah..Musyoki died of AIDS…blah blah..blah.
After about 6 months, I meet this same guy in the company of my good friends. Guess what he asked me first. ‘I heard you called it quits. I told you that girl was up to no good. She’s such a big female dog’! (Ok, I don’t think he said exactly that but he must have insinuated something to that effect.) My friend Collins came to my defense and that’s where my post starts.
To what importance does guy’s personal life matter to another if they are not friend. And by friends I exclude Facebook friends. I mean why the heck would a guy care who I am going out with to the point of giving me sleepless nights with constant calls as if I am dating his sister. I think there are undefined and unwritten rules about being a guy that some people ought to revisit and relearn.
Sitting, discussing and question my affairs is not any of any mans business. Chest thumping about having had sex in the company of 18+ year olds is ridiculous. How does one even start bragging about that?. As if it is international appearance(Caps) for a football team that one gets to floss about the number of appearances he has made proving how skilled a man you are. Sex is awesome, people are different.
The habit of collecting many female numbers on your phonebook and Facebook account and the waiting till you have the attention of friends to start telling us how you know A-Z and how you’ve gotten to the pants of half of them(which obviously is untrue statistically) is absurd.
It high time some guys did style up and stopped writing so many love poems to girls especially Nairobi girls. I have nothing against Nairobi girls but, Hey Chief!. If that worked for Nzula back in Kitui, it will require a lot of efforts to make the same thing work for Kanini in Nairobi. Guys should learn their bounds and relations to the fairer sex. Not every girl wants a relationship with you. Why don’t you get a life? As much as you might be appealing to the company of some of your friends, just be sure they are not laughing at your folly because I am 100% sure that is what they are laughing at. There is nothing funnier than a guy making a fool of himself. So definitely they enjoy you making a fool of yourself. It’s time some guys upgraded their play and game. If you thought girls were daft, think twice. Take a book and revisit your game plan.
All in all, I am urging my ‘No Company Guys’ to just relearn and revisit fundamental unwritten rules about being a guy. I am tired of girls thinking guys are indecent and worse still, I am tired of people coming to a conclusion that where I schooled makes me a similar to my ‘No Company Guys’. We are not the same. I am my own man. Share nothing in common save for the poetry we do. But everyone can do love poetry so actually we have nothing in common.
When a practice cuts though several guys, then it becomes a concern. A major concern
Have a wholesome relearning week.
© Jaqaya
Many years ago, those days I was still going through the wretched 8-4-4 system that did me no good, I happened to interact with this fellow. A young educated fellow who education had gotten out of the village (but could not get the village out of him). To many, he seemed a funny intelligent and someone worth keeping company. To me, he was the total ‘No Company Guy’. He was so irritating, narking, and peskier than a mosquito. I mean he had all the qualities of a 'bad wife'. Damn it! He was the devil incarnate. I think guys should learn that we have surplus of ladies in town and do not need any more of guys behaving like them.
If luck has ever evaded me, then it was during my final year of schooling because this same guy was seated right behind me during all examinations in the examination hall. Had I failed any of the exams, I think I would have justified myself. Someone singing all my wrong choices of songs early in the morning before a paper or making ‘jokes’ that did not seem proper to me made the whole exam exercise daunting.
Well, I did struggle to put through it all and finally finished my course. How wrong I was to think I would never set eyes on my ‘No Company Guy’. After a while, I happened to meet a girl who apparently my guy schooled with way back then in primary. It’s never been harder when you are in the middle of two groups that are grudging against each other. On one side, it was not proper to discuss or dismiss a guy I had schooled with. On the other side, knowing quite well how ladies are, I refused to be tagged along in their confrontations of cause this caused a lot of friction with the lady. I failed miserably in my Peace Keeping ‘Mediation’ efforts. My lady back then wanted my support. My ‘No Company Guy ‘kept feeding me with information that I did not require about ‘You know in class 2 she went out with Musyoki..blah..blah..blah..Musyoki died of AIDS…blah blah..blah.
After about 6 months, I meet this same guy in the company of my good friends. Guess what he asked me first. ‘I heard you called it quits. I told you that girl was up to no good. She’s such a big female dog’! (Ok, I don’t think he said exactly that but he must have insinuated something to that effect.) My friend Collins came to my defense and that’s where my post starts.
To what importance does guy’s personal life matter to another if they are not friend. And by friends I exclude Facebook friends. I mean why the heck would a guy care who I am going out with to the point of giving me sleepless nights with constant calls as if I am dating his sister. I think there are undefined and unwritten rules about being a guy that some people ought to revisit and relearn.
Sitting, discussing and question my affairs is not any of any mans business. Chest thumping about having had sex in the company of 18+ year olds is ridiculous. How does one even start bragging about that?. As if it is international appearance(Caps) for a football team that one gets to floss about the number of appearances he has made proving how skilled a man you are. Sex is awesome, people are different.
The habit of collecting many female numbers on your phonebook and Facebook account and the waiting till you have the attention of friends to start telling us how you know A-Z and how you’ve gotten to the pants of half of them(which obviously is untrue statistically) is absurd.
It high time some guys did style up and stopped writing so many love poems to girls especially Nairobi girls. I have nothing against Nairobi girls but, Hey Chief!. If that worked for Nzula back in Kitui, it will require a lot of efforts to make the same thing work for Kanini in Nairobi. Guys should learn their bounds and relations to the fairer sex. Not every girl wants a relationship with you. Why don’t you get a life? As much as you might be appealing to the company of some of your friends, just be sure they are not laughing at your folly because I am 100% sure that is what they are laughing at. There is nothing funnier than a guy making a fool of himself. So definitely they enjoy you making a fool of yourself. It’s time some guys upgraded their play and game. If you thought girls were daft, think twice. Take a book and revisit your game plan.
All in all, I am urging my ‘No Company Guys’ to just relearn and revisit fundamental unwritten rules about being a guy. I am tired of girls thinking guys are indecent and worse still, I am tired of people coming to a conclusion that where I schooled makes me a similar to my ‘No Company Guys’. We are not the same. I am my own man. Share nothing in common save for the poetry we do. But everyone can do love poetry so actually we have nothing in common.
When a practice cuts though several guys, then it becomes a concern. A major concern
Have a wholesome relearning week.
© Jaqaya
Monday, January 10, 2011
Redemption Poem
My liberation
Soul liberation
Mind liberation
I’m a free bird
Chirping and flying high,
Singing tunes
I am liberated
A free soul.
The dark ages now past
The pain now gone
Mind liberation
No more ‘Today was tough’
‘I don’t wish to live tomorrow’
Mind liberation
I want to live presently,
Want to live tomorrow
Want to live ages to come
Soul liberation, I am a free soul.
The sacrifice worth
The tear shed
The words uttered out of rage
Now free and earn me the freedom
Free my state of mind.
Give me the strength to face myself
Face the tough and daunting situations
‘I feel good! Terererererere
I knew that I would terererererere
Feel good.
Or maybe it is the warming of the heart
Could it be?
My mind now flies through times
Free of distress
The soul searching for peace
The sleep now restful
The face now bright
‘The smile’ now visible
The jokes back
It is my liberation
Mind manumission
Soul emancipation
Its my redemption poem
Won't you help to sing
This poem of freedom-
© Jaqaya
Soul liberation
Mind liberation
I’m a free bird
Chirping and flying high,
Singing tunes
I am liberated
A free soul.
The dark ages now past
The pain now gone
Mind liberation
No more ‘Today was tough’
‘I don’t wish to live tomorrow’
Mind liberation
I want to live presently,
Want to live tomorrow
Want to live ages to come
Soul liberation, I am a free soul.
The sacrifice worth
The tear shed
The words uttered out of rage
Now free and earn me the freedom
Free my state of mind.
Give me the strength to face myself
Face the tough and daunting situations
‘I feel good! Terererererere
I knew that I would terererererere
Feel good.
Or maybe it is the warming of the heart
Could it be?
My mind now flies through times
Free of distress
The soul searching for peace
The sleep now restful
The face now bright
‘The smile’ now visible
The jokes back
It is my liberation
Mind manumission
Soul emancipation
Its my redemption poem
Won't you help to sing
This poem of freedom-
© Jaqaya
Friday, January 7, 2011
That Girl in a dress
Happy New Year! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! That cliché phrase that seems to be getting on my nerves and I can’t wait for January to come to an end. Yes it’s a new year but I’m not necessarily happy because it’s a new year. I have my own reasons. Furthermore, a new year has more challenges and obstacles to overcome and I’d rather mourn about that. So when you come and start telling me ‘Happy New Year’, I feel like puking.
I feel like women really hate this New Year thing. I’m not been biased but it’s just my line of thought. Women tend to be the quite the resolution people. They make a lot of resolutions ranging from losing weight (well a lot of them have this resolutions), to making friends, getting hitched, advancing in careers among other numerous plans. And the reason why I think they hate it is because most of the time, at the end of it all, they are still struggling with these expectations. It’s a disappointing world I suppose. Struggling with weight loss to the point of boiling kales and drinking the soup as a meal (true story) is quite a lot of work and sacrifice done and when no fruits are borne, it more disappointing. I have resolutions to. I mean just one resolution. To love. ( The Male version of it)
I think femininity is a science. (Btw this is not one of those pieces that talk about women. This is just a prelude). Complex a science like rocket science. It’s been ages of existence of the male and female species and as man discovers and makes great strides in research and discoveries, the female species of man still remains mysterious, ever changing. The male species on the other hand, is straight forward (no pun intended)
Probably a great stride the female species has made over the past centuries is to claim its place in society, that in the past perceived women as passive beings. Cooking and bearing of kids being in the fore front of roles of women or plainly, entertaining men.
But women have come out strong and loud like never before. They have fought fiercely to stand tall and have an equal share and portion. And just like that, they even claimed their part in walking tall and majestically in trousers. Just like men. In fact in their saying, ‘What a man can do a woman can do better’, they have taken wearing of pants to a completely new level. Just turn round and look. I bet you will hate to agree with me.
Even though I did not live in the past centuries, I find the previous species well placed society-wise. Not because of their passive nature or servant status or any chauvinistic point of view, but solely because of THE DRESS. I am one of those few people who find women in dresses more adorable.
Everyone has their own preferences, opinion and say about the girl in a dress but in my opinion, they stand out and are feminine. Yes feminine. Though it’s sad that I can’t convince a lady to keep to dresses and skirts all through and that no lady would change her dress code for a man. What a pity!
I once sought to find out why the girls dislike dresses and guess what they told me? Dresses make women vulnerable and feminine! I was shocked! I mean masculinity has its own set of problems. Why would anyone like to look masculine or feel so if they are not. Unfortunately, they did not necessarily mean they wanted to feel masculine and pee on the edges shamelessly like men. They just hate the idea of been the fairer sex and dresses just seem to drive that bitter truth into them. Some hate the girly feeling when in dresses while some hate the discomfort in dresses. Dresses require a lot of skills in sitting and walking around. Women to want to laugh and through their legs in the air I suppose. In a dress, that’s impossible, for a woman who respects herself. Dresses do not make for that allowance. (Throwing legs in the air in celebration)
Sources also told me celebrities prefer trousers (female celebs) on stage because dresses and skirts apparently make them all girly, nice and sweet. I thought that was part of being a woman. That’s why they were mandated with the bearing of kids. Men scare the hell out of kids! And with the recent developments, sweet and nice for male attributes are weird!
The dress is the ultimate feminine feeling. I miss those early days when boda boda riders would strip women in trousers in public claiming it was indecent and provocative. Those days when churches barred women in trouser from worshipping. How thing have changed! Trouser mark the order of the day. Young, Old, tall, short, slim, big, all adorn themselves in trousers. I wish a girl would stand up and make it a resolution to forever keep to dresses. Well that’s just a wish
Happy New Year Ladies!
© Jaqaya
I feel like women really hate this New Year thing. I’m not been biased but it’s just my line of thought. Women tend to be the quite the resolution people. They make a lot of resolutions ranging from losing weight (well a lot of them have this resolutions), to making friends, getting hitched, advancing in careers among other numerous plans. And the reason why I think they hate it is because most of the time, at the end of it all, they are still struggling with these expectations. It’s a disappointing world I suppose. Struggling with weight loss to the point of boiling kales and drinking the soup as a meal (true story) is quite a lot of work and sacrifice done and when no fruits are borne, it more disappointing. I have resolutions to. I mean just one resolution. To love. ( The Male version of it)
I think femininity is a science. (Btw this is not one of those pieces that talk about women. This is just a prelude). Complex a science like rocket science. It’s been ages of existence of the male and female species and as man discovers and makes great strides in research and discoveries, the female species of man still remains mysterious, ever changing. The male species on the other hand, is straight forward (no pun intended)
Probably a great stride the female species has made over the past centuries is to claim its place in society, that in the past perceived women as passive beings. Cooking and bearing of kids being in the fore front of roles of women or plainly, entertaining men.
But women have come out strong and loud like never before. They have fought fiercely to stand tall and have an equal share and portion. And just like that, they even claimed their part in walking tall and majestically in trousers. Just like men. In fact in their saying, ‘What a man can do a woman can do better’, they have taken wearing of pants to a completely new level. Just turn round and look. I bet you will hate to agree with me.
Even though I did not live in the past centuries, I find the previous species well placed society-wise. Not because of their passive nature or servant status or any chauvinistic point of view, but solely because of THE DRESS. I am one of those few people who find women in dresses more adorable.
Everyone has their own preferences, opinion and say about the girl in a dress but in my opinion, they stand out and are feminine. Yes feminine. Though it’s sad that I can’t convince a lady to keep to dresses and skirts all through and that no lady would change her dress code for a man. What a pity!
Sources also told me celebrities prefer trousers (female celebs) on stage because dresses and skirts apparently make them all girly, nice and sweet. I thought that was part of being a woman. That’s why they were mandated with the bearing of kids. Men scare the hell out of kids! And with the recent developments, sweet and nice for male attributes are weird!
The dress is the ultimate feminine feeling. I miss those early days when boda boda riders would strip women in trousers in public claiming it was indecent and provocative. Those days when churches barred women in trouser from worshipping. How thing have changed! Trouser mark the order of the day. Young, Old, tall, short, slim, big, all adorn themselves in trousers. I wish a girl would stand up and make it a resolution to forever keep to dresses. Well that’s just a wish
Happy New Year Ladies!
© Jaqaya
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