Relationships Are FREAKING Hard!

Hey, come on, this shouldn’t surprise you? You’ve been in and out of one. You know what it takes to keep one. You definitely know what it takes to get out of one. Cheating. Cheating. Cheating. Why do people cheat? Isn’t the work and effort you put in a relationship even worth the pride and stake you put in it? For crying out loud, we are adults and not children. Here’s statements I’ve heard and these are my sentiments. “I am sorry I cheated on you. It was an accident.” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Really? So someone was in an accident and you decided to sleep with them? We they that hurt? Fact of the matter is, you sound like you enjoyed this accident. Its just that this accident made you realise you had lost, not your limbs, or life but yourself. Now you can’t undo it. I am sorry but if I ever had this as an excuse, bless my soul but someone will definitely meet their creator. Kidding, I mean, their parents, not. Cheating is a conscious decision you make. Come on, grow up a little, talk to your partner about how you feel, and why you feel that way, or think you do feel that way. People who cheat are weak, and undeserving of anyone who puts up with them. Just don’t cheat, however tempted, tempting it is but most of all, don’t create chances for you to fucking cheat. Just don’t. The best feeling is getting out of a situation that would comprise you, your relationship and your mind, trust me. “They are not what they used to be!” Hey, come on. Are you freaking kidding me? You have changed too. Don’t think you are still the same funny guy who’d do anything for her! You’ve grown. Situations have tested you, you change for fuck’s sake. You can’t blame someone for changing and not think you yourself haven’t. “Because they cheated on me!” HAHAHAHA. How stupid can you get? All I can say is this, “If we used an eye for an eye then we would all be blind! – Gandhi! Remember this, call it hubris or whatever, but always be the better person. Always. Cheating is easy. Way to easy. Temptation is also easy. Relationships on the other hand, are freaking hard.To keep one, to make it last, takes a lot of hard work but most of all, you need to grow up. Don’t cheat. End the relationship. You can’t have both. But most of all, remember, remember the effort you made, put it in, in convincing this one person that you’ll be everything. Remember how it made you feel. And you are fucking doing it wrong if this remembrance goes back a whole year! It should be yesterday’s smile, fool. I think people in relationships are foolish and sometimes, its freaking good to be foolish. And to all those cheating and coming up with all sorts of excuses, good luck. You make your karma. Peace. Out.

Public Transport

*Deep breath

*Hold it in


After doing this for several times, your temple is now sweaty and now you are fidgety. You try getting your handkerchief but to no avail. You are crumbled and squeezed within this taxi moving around is not your biggest issue, comfort is. For someone over 6 ft, this is my biggest challenge.

You can say that I am not yet at that point in my life where I can own my own vehicle so I have to make do with public transport almost every time of every day. I’ve used taxis and boda bodas for so long that these are my experiences all summed up.

1. The passenger who seats next to a window but will never open it. You know these people. I hate them. I fucking HATE them. The car is burning up, there’s barely any oxygen in the taxi, and the tool is busy closing the window. On the occasion that they open it, they just slightly do it enough for just themselves. If you are not going to open the window, why the bloody hell do you sit next to one? Argh! The worst is when you are stuffed like chicken, pun intended, in the middle, and the windows are all closed on both sides and you have to then raise your head like you are trying to avoid drowning.

2. With reference to the above, I hate taxis whose windows just don’t open because the rust and dust has taken over. Why? And then there’s the tout who always want to shut his window.

3. Passengers who want to seat by the door in the very front seat. When you try to get that seat, they walk out of the taxi and urge you to enter. Why? Sometimes I feel like sucker punching them but then there’s no law that supports it. Maybe our government should come up with some sensible laws like these.

4. The taxi tout/”conductor” who delays to give/return your change. One fella once threw money at me, which wasn’t even the whole amount (balance) and then disappeared. If it wasn’t for my short term memory loss, well, we need the sucker punching law enacted.

5. You know how you can never pick out which passengers should enter the taxi? I’ve sat next to dirty mechanics, plumbers, construction workers it just irks me but again, there’s nothing I can do. Just look like a zombie for the whole trip.

6. There’s the occasional boda boda cyclist whose jacket might cause the apocalypse. You sit on the bike and 3 seconds into the ride, you wince at the stench.

7. This sucker punching law should also apply to people who are in the 1. category. I just can’t.

But you know what, the experiences most times are surreal, beyond and sometimes, life changing and opening. Until I get my own vehicle, I will stick to my filthy seats, broken chairs, dusty cover, squeaky metals and not enough room for my long legs public means.


Humans of New York

Saw this post and just had to share it. Both by the same person.

“I’ve been a deep believer my whole life. 18 years as a Southern Baptist. More than 40 years as a mainline Protestant. I’m an ordained pastor. But it’s just stopped making sense to me. You see people doing terrible things in the name of religion, and you think: ‘Those people believe just as strongly as I do. They’re just as convinced as I am.’ And it just doesn’t make sense anymore. It doesn’t make sense to believe in a God that dabbles in people’s lives. If a plane crashes, and one person survives, everyone thanks God. They say: ‘God had a purpose for that person. God saved her for a reason!’ Do we not realize how cruel that is? Do we not realize how cruel it is to say that if God had a purpose for that person, he also had a purpose in killing everyone else on that plane? And a purpose in starving millions of children? A purpose in slavery and genocide? For every time you say that there’s a purpose behind one person’s success, you invalidate billions of people. You say there is a purpose to their suffering. And that’s just cruel.”

“I’ve been trying to change the behavior of addicts my entire life. I actually co-founded a drug and alcohol clinic. But I’ve become convinced that no matter how much you intervene, you can’t change an addict’s behaviour. You just have to wait until the addict grows tired of himself.”
“So you don’t think your clinic helped anyone?”
“We certainly helped people. But only the ones who came to us on their own accord.”