She is gorgeous. She is beauty personified, she is splendidly dressed. Oh! No you will certainly turn to behold her again after passing by her. Beauty’s beauty is her nicky. Oh! My love, I will forever love and adore you.
Buddy, I know you may not believe it because it is a part of wo(man) to sometimes doubt when his or her heart suggests to him or her to do so (lol!). But hey! Not this time! Yes, not this time for this is the truth. Yes, it is nothing but the absolute truth. My newly found love? Buddy, you go bow! That reminds me of what a guy said the last time when I was onboard a “trotro”. He said, “You must clean your hands before you can touch her”, as a result of a lady’s beauty. Yes, that in some way applies to her, my new found love. Yes, I must add, you must not only clean your hands but also clean all your other body parts, in fact you have to bath before you can touch her. Because if you should clean only your hands, the dirt from your elbow will diffuse to your hand and get the dirt onto her! Yes, buddy, you must.
The queen of my palace. The love of my life. The best friend of my life. You are beyond description. I love you, sweetie.
Sweetie, that which many who have come before you could not do, you did it. That which many who are your contemporaries could not do, you are perfectly and excellently doing it. To you, I say, bravo, Sweetie. Yes, it has brought curse to many. It marks the cause of much bloodshed and loss of immeasurable and unquantifiable properties. But hey! You have mastered it and brought great and broad smiles onto the faces of many and certainly not without me, your lover.
At a time, I wondered what made you who and what you are. Buddy, she smiled at me and said, “The greatest sense of feeling for every human being and knowing that what is right is right and must be done and this is what is termed discipline. These are the two things that make me who I am”.
Folk, am sure you would want to see her and behold at first hand who that beauty is. “The direction to her house?”, I know you will ask. The queen of my life, the only person on earth who causes me to act beyond my highest imaginable ability, the girl whose lips takes me to “paradiso” has no way that leads to her house! Lol! Yes, she neither has a name nor way that leads to her house. That is my love. Honey, I will always be there for you, I will always love you.
Everyone who is associated with her is always ready to make his or her best at all times. Her little children and the disadvantaged are the ‘kings and queens’ in her heart. Her pedestrians are highly respected than the car owners and drivers that drive her. She does what makes her and her people look good, benefit her and her people. My love does everything of hers only with three main things in mind: benefitting humanity! benefitting humanity!! benefitting humanity!!!
But hey! To thee my first love, I will always remember you. My heart is with thee. I will always honour you and owes my solidarity to you and you alone. I pledge to thee to be by thee side at all times. Thou art the land that bears the placenta that disconnected me from the mum of my life. You are my true love and forever you will be. But please, remember to improve the lives of your children, the people who made you what you are. Do not forget, without these people you are non-existent. My dear true love, always bear in mind that the people are because you are and you are because the people are. Life can be made better, so let it be.
Buddy, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow, think about it!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
A FEW GOOD MEN
It is thrilling, it is captivating and certainly, it is full of suspense and all the best descriptions that characterise a good movie. Buddy, the movie, a few good men, is really nice to watch and I guess having done that, your opinion about it would not differ from mine and that of certain friends who have already done that. Great movie, it is.
There are moments when one really is confronted with that exceedingly relevant question of the 21st century of whether there are a few good men (and by implication a few good women) in the world today. Hmmmmmmmmm! Are they? A seemingly simple question in terms of construction and diction, I guess! But hey! In terms of providing an answer, it is really extremely difficult and complex.
It is the land that has been full of bad news despite there are some moments which call for celebration. It is that part of the world that is almost always in the news for the bad reasons. It is that part of human existence that comes to the world’s attention only for extremely negative and dehumanizing tendencies and unthinkable atrocities. It is that part of human habitation whose whole generation of people in certain parts of it may only hear about peace as an abstract and unreachable situation whose home is not in human existence. It is the land where people easily answers the question of whether there are some few good wo(men) in the world in less than a twinkle of an eye. Yes, it is that land. Ironically, it is the land that looks like the vessel of peace, harmony, love and care – woman. Why did it look like that but yet the inhabitants exhibit opposite behaviours? That is what they have been reduced to just because of the actions of a few wo(men).
The African continent is full of one form of extreme challenge or the other that is characterised by massive loss of lives almost at every moment in time. Can’t she partake in the oasis of peace, harmony, love and care that its geographical representation depicts? As I write, folk, the atrocities being meted out to the children, youth, women and men in Somali is still fresh on my mind. One cannot behold the denigration of human dignity through disease, starvation, massacre and death around us. Many, day-in-day-out, are losing their lives just because of a greedy bastard out there who wants to hold on to power, that power which in its true meaning derives its authority and strength from the masses (people who are been killed) just because he or she believes that he or she is the repository of wisdom and must rule. What an unforgivable mistake! Sometimes, it baffles me when I thought they are also beings called human. How on earth can a human being preside over the killing of his or her fellow human being for no other reason than just because of greediness of heart?
Some few days ago, the good people of Zambia were put to the test, that test that had led to the oozing of immeasurable litres of human blood in some parts of this land. They have to go to the polls to elect their leader. Crucial as it is expected to be courtesy the fact that it is being held in an African country and also the fact that the incumbent president is in the race after several years of being in power, many not excluding my good self nearly experienced astronomical rise in our adrenaline level just because we are afraid of another dozens, hundreds and thousands of God’s own-imagined beings losing their lives again. Then, the day came. Despite some few skirmishes reported, it started and continued, generally, well.
Then it was on air that some fighting broke out at certain parts of the country. “Oh! My God, so it has happened again?” was the question on some lips. The greatest moment came when the incumbent president, Rupiah Banda, who was again hoping to be maintained in power, delivered his conceding speech. Yes, he ‘wilfully’ (because his attitude seems not to be the norm) admits to relinquish power to the president-elect, Michael Sata. At the end of his conceding speech in which he stated that “the people of Zambia have spoken and we must all listen”, the BBC reported that he (the incumbent president) cried. At this point, I felt to cry and had droplets of tears formed on my eyes which are tears of joy. Buddy, there are still a few good men.
Folk, it is all not lost yet. There is much to preserve and live for. Let us continue to make it great in life because we can and we must. Do not forget, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow. Think about it.
There are moments when one really is confronted with that exceedingly relevant question of the 21st century of whether there are a few good men (and by implication a few good women) in the world today. Hmmmmmmmmm! Are they? A seemingly simple question in terms of construction and diction, I guess! But hey! In terms of providing an answer, it is really extremely difficult and complex.
It is the land that has been full of bad news despite there are some moments which call for celebration. It is that part of the world that is almost always in the news for the bad reasons. It is that part of human existence that comes to the world’s attention only for extremely negative and dehumanizing tendencies and unthinkable atrocities. It is that part of human habitation whose whole generation of people in certain parts of it may only hear about peace as an abstract and unreachable situation whose home is not in human existence. It is the land where people easily answers the question of whether there are some few good wo(men) in the world in less than a twinkle of an eye. Yes, it is that land. Ironically, it is the land that looks like the vessel of peace, harmony, love and care – woman. Why did it look like that but yet the inhabitants exhibit opposite behaviours? That is what they have been reduced to just because of the actions of a few wo(men).
The African continent is full of one form of extreme challenge or the other that is characterised by massive loss of lives almost at every moment in time. Can’t she partake in the oasis of peace, harmony, love and care that its geographical representation depicts? As I write, folk, the atrocities being meted out to the children, youth, women and men in Somali is still fresh on my mind. One cannot behold the denigration of human dignity through disease, starvation, massacre and death around us. Many, day-in-day-out, are losing their lives just because of a greedy bastard out there who wants to hold on to power, that power which in its true meaning derives its authority and strength from the masses (people who are been killed) just because he or she believes that he or she is the repository of wisdom and must rule. What an unforgivable mistake! Sometimes, it baffles me when I thought they are also beings called human. How on earth can a human being preside over the killing of his or her fellow human being for no other reason than just because of greediness of heart?
Some few days ago, the good people of Zambia were put to the test, that test that had led to the oozing of immeasurable litres of human blood in some parts of this land. They have to go to the polls to elect their leader. Crucial as it is expected to be courtesy the fact that it is being held in an African country and also the fact that the incumbent president is in the race after several years of being in power, many not excluding my good self nearly experienced astronomical rise in our adrenaline level just because we are afraid of another dozens, hundreds and thousands of God’s own-imagined beings losing their lives again. Then, the day came. Despite some few skirmishes reported, it started and continued, generally, well.
Then it was on air that some fighting broke out at certain parts of the country. “Oh! My God, so it has happened again?” was the question on some lips. The greatest moment came when the incumbent president, Rupiah Banda, who was again hoping to be maintained in power, delivered his conceding speech. Yes, he ‘wilfully’ (because his attitude seems not to be the norm) admits to relinquish power to the president-elect, Michael Sata. At the end of his conceding speech in which he stated that “the people of Zambia have spoken and we must all listen”, the BBC reported that he (the incumbent president) cried. At this point, I felt to cry and had droplets of tears formed on my eyes which are tears of joy. Buddy, there are still a few good men.
Folk, it is all not lost yet. There is much to preserve and live for. Let us continue to make it great in life because we can and we must. Do not forget, your thought today can make the world better tomorrow. Think about it.
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