A friend of mine in one of those facebook chat thingies created this concoction, a mix between puzzled and confused, whichever way you want to look at it.

Am in that dilemma. AM confuzzled. Why?

Well, she is making me go mad. I think I achieved that level of cold years ago when I dated a few demons but this, this is different. Yes, we all know how they are different situations…but this is different how? Well, lets say I was there, I was never there. Like the almost never dated part, yes, that is where i stand. I want to run, I need to run but I cant. Hurting her is not an option…

What should I do? But then again, she has someone, and I have no one. I am stukc in this dark cold place…Its not my first here, I actually think I should be accustomed to being in this position, but somethings is different!

Well…the question is…

Enter Galactic (Love Connection Part 1)

Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish

I am guessing we have all heard this.

Well, l have been reflecting on these very words for quite a while. I always like to tell a good story, and it normally involves me and some great escapade, and yes, that makes me a self obsessed Sob but it does mean I always look for the thrill in life.

So, it all started at a party around June, four months ago, where I glimpsed at this girl. In my mind she was stunning but I seemed to be preoccupied then, and seemed to brush it off. When the party was done, and as we went for the after party, I was hoping I could bump into her, but that didn’t happen either. When I inquired, I was told she had gone home.

A couple of weeks later, when the recess period seemed to end, my friends and I went to see her. Don’t ask me why, it was not my doing, but she seemed to have captivated everyone at the party. As our delegation ascended onto the hall of residence, there were thrills, since I seemed to lead the delegation there.

I had come with one mission, and it was to spit vibe. I needed to get her contact. And she came, and like hazy eyes looking into flashing lights, she looked stunning. I was blown away the second time. Her simplicity resonated a complexity in the way the light hit her body and her cloth accentuated her curves made the loins crave her proximity, her touch.

I stammered a few things, as I tried to ask for her number. She didn’t mind it either. She was in a rush and we seem to hold her so she begged to be left, but we dragged her along to where we were headed. I tried to mumble a few things her way but I could barely say something. I would put stammering to shame. My consolation was that I had gotten her number but I would later learn it was not to be.

My stammering came to a halt when she quickly turned down my intentions of courting her, by insisting she was dating and it was useless.

In me, a challenge arose. I needed to represent. At that moment, I could have backed down and said, well, she is already taken, why bother. Then again, it was common tendency for pretty ladies to tell guys they had no interest in they were being seen by someone else. I accepted it as a challenge to myself to see if I can actually get through to her. Besides, I had to atone for the rowdiness I seemed to have portrayed earlier and my brunt confident approach.

I tried to burn an image into my head but it kept on conflicting between beautiful goddess and her. But I had learned patience. A couple of years, I had courted ladies and my slowness was taken rather as a habit of failure, since I really took long to ask them out, but this time, I was not going to rush. I had the shot holiday to come up with a ‘strategy.’

In those two weeks, time seemed to still, I tried sending messages but I barely got a reply. I shared my dilemma with a couple of guys, obliviously omitting the lady in question, and some suggested trying to call using a different line but that too was not going to do it either. During that holiday, we had a birthday party where I invited her, and she declined due to more pressing matters. On that birthday party, birthed the idea of a pizza and wine, where a couple of friends and I could catch up. This was the chance opportunity I needed. I quickly called and set a date for the pizza and wine a couple of weeks later. I didn’t bother to make contact with her, maybe I feared I was not going to make any more impressions, and I was done cleaning up my mess.

Pizza and wine came and I called just to confirm. The length without contact left me worried, that she might have cancelled or rather come up with other plot.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t. I had to primp myself. Put on all the charm for the day. It was the first I had seen her in quite a while, and it was time to make an impression. That was the beginning of my foolishness.

 Stay Hungry.

There are times when you feel hopeless, when the sun sets before you, and you ask yourself what your worth was this day, and an emptiness in you wells up. Well, if you were given a day to live, you would live knowing it was your last. As you awake and sleep tonight, sleep like tomorrow is your last, and awake, and do things that might start giving meaning to your life.

We once asked what we wanted to be in life, and we said Happy, because Happiness is a key to living life. make it count.



Soundtrack to my Life

Where has life put you now? What will happen tomorrow?

Just read a great poem, and here are a few things I to want to highlight!

So it is, what has been! So is gone what cant come back!

It is futile the countless number of times we wish what has been couldn’t be! When we make mistakes, when we fail, when we suffer but most especially when someone you know, care and love passes on. We hope there is a better place they are going to but most especially it reminds us of the little time we to have got here.

So live like there isn’t a next moment, cramp your plans in the minutest of periods, hang onto the critical path as your life line and breath only at the end of the race.

Simply put, life is for living. And with this I would like to dedicate a moment of silence to our dearest departed. It hurts you are gone and we are more scared when we cant seem to understand why life is as subtle as the wind blowing in every direction. We seek to understand it in future plans and dreams but like those, they to end.

So, I have decided to atleast listen to my heart, and make every moment count.

Peace Out.

#NP Soundtrack to my Life #Kid Cudi #Man on the Moon.

Gill Scott Heron Poetry or Pros

I did not become someone different

That I did not want to be

But I’m new here

Will you show me around

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone

You can always turn around

Met a woman in a bar

Told her I was hard to get to know

And near impossible to forget

She said I had an ego on me

The size of Texas

Well I’m new here and I forget

Does that mean big or small

No matter how far wrong you’ve gone

You can always turnaround

And I’m shedding plates like a snake

And it may be crazy but I’m

The closest thing I have

To a voice of reason

Turnaround turnaround turnaround

And you may come full circle

And be new here again