tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73224592643501986982024-02-19T00:26:29.362-08:00Sadly beautifulWelcome to my world of art...This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-75894271306519736502020-06-08T05:09:00.001-07:002020-06-08T05:09:29.111-07:00No Changes<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">That’s the way it is, things will never be the same. I mean
look at us! We are all fuelled up, we are antiracists, we want change, and we
want justice. We seek for equality. Peace, equality, justice and inclusion
don’t come by meager rioting, no! Peace comes after time of war! Now that I
have your undivided attention under condition one, we are about to have a long
conversation.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had promised this
girl, that I would take her to a waterfall, one that I had seen. We were both
very excited, I got my sport shoes ready for hike…..right before getting there,
there was this some sort of a hole in between, being man, the gist to create
the strong face just strolled in. So I took a high jump, my left big toe, took
a spin and soon blood started oozing out. I didn’t feel pain, but what kind of
mess is this? I stood there blatantly contemplating on what next. Gentle as she
was, of course moved slowly and came to my aid. This girl I was wooing now was
my first aid assistant. She removed her hand-Ker-chief and managed to stop the
bleeding, she told me make sure you see the nurse later. I laughed hard inside,
knowing it is just a dream. Two years later and the same toe, always has some
kind of pain.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjes18pdQ3Bz15C3IeiEZvAQRyxC-Cw5WHIYtv25G2ooYbInYNNCfcrIhCA7bzkTBdI4tzmNP1SOipIC9fU80sQNxaciRSFjJoqMo9zA3jISCJRAJrhyphenhyphena3gnBsFUCjL4NLIL4DvpRfZYYn/s1600/IMG_20170403_100910_803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjes18pdQ3Bz15C3IeiEZvAQRyxC-Cw5WHIYtv25G2ooYbInYNNCfcrIhCA7bzkTBdI4tzmNP1SOipIC9fU80sQNxaciRSFjJoqMo9zA3jISCJRAJrhyphenhyphena3gnBsFUCjL4NLIL4DvpRfZYYn/s320/IMG_20170403_100910_803.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For the last seven
or so more days, my friends have been vocal about George Floyd and condemning
his death. Racism should have ended century ago, but what did we do? What is happened
is, people did a temporary first aid and never went to the doctors or to see
the nurse for a complete healing. We are here today because we used a small
cloth to cover an internal bleeding and years later we are back on the same
pain, we are perturbed by the same happenings. The first aiders are like
Malcolm X, the stopped the immediate bleeding, did it stop that bad feud no,
and it didn’t. I am simply hated for being black. I wish they knew my mind is
colorful.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you know what you
and I are doing now, constantly massaging the pain, we haven’t addressed this
thoroughly. Lemme tell what we are doing, I want to digress a bit. One evening,
and my granny was making us black tea. She asked if the water was hot enough to
add tea leaves, she was right next to me….of course I made a fool out of
myself, I put my index finger inside to confirm the temperature of this water,
the reflex was I quickly removed my finger. I told her it was hot. She asked
me, now that you have dipped your fingers, how are we going to have tea, I
replied, Ah Danny this is simple I’ll use a cup to remove the water from where
I dipped my fingers, she laughed at me so hard. She told me the boiling water
had spread through the whole pot. That is exactly what we are doing! Some white
cop somewhere testing the blood of racism and what are we doing removing the
part have been affected by racism. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We
need to throw the whole hot water out. Boil cleaner water.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you get a deep
wound best thing go to a doctor or add spirit to the whole area and let it kill
the germs, I wish we did that with racism…..because right now, the wound is
deep inside and time after time it oozes the yellow-red smelly thingy, I don’t
have name for it because it is disgusting, like your acts of racisms. The white
people have always acclaimed, blacks are violent, and that is true. Very true
but wait how many battles have they undergone before? Tremendous, they have
been in battles after battles, wars after war. Remember peace comes after
period of war. They don’t know the war inside us. We are at a time of war,
racism is a pandemic, it should be treated same as COVID-19. We are in another
world war, whether you choose not to or to fight, you are fighting! The only
difference is that you’re an oppressor yes you are an oppressor. Racism should
have same sentence as rape and murder. When you belittle me because of my race,
you have committed murder; you have raped me and my people. There’s no sugar
coating. The real truth is it is so quick to sentence a black man to prison to
alleged murder or rape, so why is this any difference?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I mean you know how is this going to end when after this
article your nations will be scrutinizing my visa applications because of my
views. We want peace and justice because damn, when a white man comes to Africa
the kids chant “<b>mzungu, mzungu, </b>how are you?” <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean we are beautiful people we welcome
people in such a loving way, no whites comes to Kenya or Tanzania or Rwanda or
Uganda without learning the word <b>“HAKUNA MATATA</b>” you have nothing to worry
about. The law says before claiming for equity, make sure you’re clean. In all
up bringing the kids in any black family we uphold morals….why is me being
punished for your doings? This is so easy the law for black men is not a source
of our rights but a consequence of it. Is this the same case for my white friends?
</p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Wait until you get to streets of Europe, police storms in
immediately where’s your passport? Worst case scenario, try being on a horse,
Oh boy look at that NIGGA ON A HORSE! They don’t have guns in their hands but
the hate and turmoil that run deep, they’re still waters. They use the
authority they best know.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><b>Psalms 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and
wonderfully made: marvelous are thy works, and that, my soul knows right well.
Genesis, talks about creation story and we are made in the image and likeness
of God! NO! We are not. There are homes in some part of the world they are
wonderfully made! No it is not true, black people are not wonderfully made.</b> No
it is not the case. The fearful part belongs to the black community, in fact when
they raise their children, it is made known that we are going to Africa to see
monkeys and gorillas in the park. Sometimes, I laugh, my friends try hard to
know French and German. They are going to see the fearfully made people. I’m I
made and image and likeness of God? I mean are you? </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You love me when I
put my bling bling on, but hate me when I buy land in foreign land. America is
the land of opportunities, it’s true…..If that’s the case why is my skin tone
any different? I remember 2008 when Barack Obama became president, it became a
holiday, I remember the way people of Alego sang and chanted finally our own in
power…..No changes, I feel like Tupac is singing in my head…..that’s the way it
is, things will never change, so what did he do for black people? My history
always told me, while in power if both the administration and the people you
serve don’t collide and you seem not to be the savior, resign from your position;
you’re a puppet of one of the teams. Seriously why is racism still in existence
and yet we recently had one black in power?</p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So you’re sitting
next to my grave telling people how much you love, how much I meant to the
game. How he was black man to the core, hold up they don’t love you, slow down
they hate you. NO I can’t, how am I supposed to live in a world they see my son
as a thief, they see my son they see a rapist; my daughter is a gold digger! I
hope she finds gold by the way. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sorry y’all, I need
to atone my sin. It’s Sunday! Pole sir God, ni mauchungu imenifanya nitumie
scriptures. (Sorry God, I had to use scriptures, the pain inside) what I’m
feeling don’t you dare offer me sympathy! You don’t know how to be black!</p><br />This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-1844802559094616922020-05-27T23:50:00.002-07:002020-05-28T00:16:10.816-07:0036.<p class="MsoNormal">36.</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Life can be
cruel, for a while I’ve been contemplating on writing authentic stories. I hate
the narrations implied on us daily, it’s sad but it makes me questions so many
things. Yes we choose our fate and our poisons. Sometimes I wish we could get a
leap into the future.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Back in high school, we had these sports
functions, if you were a popular one you’d attend most of them. This was a
privilege bestowed upon as the favorite, sometimes not from the teachers but
from your fellow mates. I met this girl, a jovial soul, she wanted to be an
artiste, back then I had a nickname, The Senior Boss. Somehow you had to know
me. I was a ‘cop’ that was nickname for student leaders. Most students didn’t
like us but cool. They did some wonders to cops you couldn’t fathom……that’s a
story for another day. This chick came to me and we were on a vibe and somehow
my classmates loved teasing me, I recall timothy mentioning my crush in our
sister school, the next thing Cliff came calling girlfriend snatcher, I laughed
hard, this girl carrying her notebook, I’m not sure must have been her journal.
She was quite a catch.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would talk millions of conversation, our
school used to host these events couple of times, let me mention I was dining
hall cop at the moment. I had what we now call fake friends or should I say
beneficial friends, only that now they were surviving and the favors I would
owe them. When you hold such a position in boy’s school, it’s very prestigious,
you’re a don. You are the rich kid trust me! Even the weak captain pleaded
allegiance to you; I’m trying to say I had some power. The bible says with
great power comes great responsibilities and so are the enormous privileges. I
could be out of class and no teacher had clues, and with my name so big back
then it was better than you were on my good side. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">So this girl
came another time, this time she confessed she hid from the teachers to get
pass to go out, we used to call that sneaking out, it gave you gangster points. It
could have made such a cute romantic, but this is not some soap operas or money
heist trail, but yes we had good times. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew I loved my books; there was a point I
just wanted my chemistry book and enjoy reading about alkynes and alkenes. So
that meant she had to fetch for some other good looking guys and have
conversations. She had given me her number; adding to my list of girl’s
numbers. This was the 36<sup>th</sup> phone number for that term, I kept a
record. This was the only way the holidays was to be worth something.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fast forward, behold the most awaited day, the
last day in school. Wasee kesho Ni mtaa, we were so happy, so jovial. I
remember the next morning everyone would go to kitchen and ask for hot water.
This is the day the lord hath made! Every Ojerian had to shower even if it was
second time for that term; the first used to be before half term. If you went
functions the number varied but sometimes the cheap Arabic perfume from
Eastleigh did the work.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enough
about my school, so later I’m back home, it used to be five star estate,
mentioning that estate, meant that I had fast forward to quarter finals in this
courtship game, if I played my cards right, she’d be in my closed box. The next
thing that would follow is me expanding my territory and gets other chicks on
other boxes. I remember my bro Eddie would say, Felix you are rich, I mean
every day I had girls not a girl to see. Some would come home for studies,
sometimes I had to meet three in one day. God I was CR7, scoring hattricks.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzG08Ioj7IRnMYy2qPgZBGr5Fl_uxOR7oZ7t4DbEDeuvd5uJGyW-ebpaOldSmhIfo0aMf4nQFU5lhEA_yy8plwbzHdJq1PtUU5PKfIV_Nz-iok-OrrlKVVm9tikQK8N54bDZoFy2Dvw-p/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXzG08Ioj7IRnMYy2qPgZBGr5Fl_uxOR7oZ7t4DbEDeuvd5uJGyW-ebpaOldSmhIfo0aMf4nQFU5lhEA_yy8plwbzHdJq1PtUU5PKfIV_Nz-iok-OrrlKVVm9tikQK8N54bDZoFy2Dvw-p/s320/dis.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man this 36<sup>th</sup> girl had dreams, she
was going to storm the music industry, and she had talent. I used to listen to
her raps, Cardi got nothing on her. The sad part about growing up is that at
some point people grow and everyone has their path that they choose. You can
only adapt to the new situations, if only horses would abide, we all would be
riding. We started drifting apart; I was ahead of her by a class, if I’m not
wrong. You know how after school ya’ll have better things to do, I’m not saying
she wasn’t good, I mean we never dated or anything or I at least didn’t want
her in that category. The other day I saw her, with a baby of course. I ain’t
the judging kind. My heart fainted. I’m writing this story with a heavy heart.
I mean is there a way we can hack the scripts and choose how we’d want our
story to flow.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A child is such a beauty, their hearts so
kind. Though sometimes I sit to myself and I look at my fellow men, I wonder
what runs in their skull. Sometimes I get the gusto that they’re bunch of
heartless and drumstick in the brain. You wish you can squeeze what sits in
their dummy brains. I mean this is just shattered dreams, such a beautiful
future in ruins. The real grave on earth add another list, she could have been
like Wayne and perhaps wrote an open letter in her music but now she’s a line
of sentence in my story one that, the ink just ended and the fountain is empty.
I can only hit delete button on 36<sup>th</sup> line code of this abacus. I
have to go grab something I’m very hungry! But at the end of the day you live
yours……Let it all workout.<o:p></o:p></span></p>This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-1831589678326537712020-01-18T06:30:00.001-08:002020-01-18T06:30:54.912-08:00Chasing the wind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever heard of that Dion’s song a new day? Forget
this song because I have been trying to find my vibe with this song but every
time I do it, I always end up amiss. Happy new year you! Yes forget Celine’s
song cause, I have been on that road trip trying to write this story….See I
told my cousin Kui, I’d finish this story…..I had stolen her status on app and
I wanted a cover photo for my blog…..but something was missing, until this
pageant that I have been chasing….</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>See she’s been caught
between loyalties ties. Ya’ll know I would kill for a girl that’s loyal, and
she chose to fight for her story, one which I cannot tell; However this song, I
better find your loving I better find your heart….has been ringing on my head
and it keeps singing, I know I better find her love it might cure us all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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Well that’s how I always feel when I meet this girl and I’m
telling myself and behold a new day has come! You know somehow they always walk
up right in the building and I’m like damn it’s Sunday, I wonder why not Monday
but you and I know…..So I’m like sun is in the building and my smile builds up
right into it. In my mind, a new movie script is being written…In my head even
that proposal song is there. I mean I always have it so planned right from the
top but sometimes there’s that gusto moment like I’m I really up for this?
Maybe this is why I always end up with that Wale’s verse, the idea of me
finding love will run up in some…..man I need to listen to matrimony and
whisper to myself and I’m always like are you ready to chase the wind, cause
I’m looking down and the wind flowing and I wish her heart was mine cause her
love is what I seek. I wish I was romantic as these men that sometimes tell me
the tales of their flowerily birds. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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I told myself this year I’ll read the bible more so I’m in
Songs of Solomon, one of the wisest words I have ever picked up from King
Solomon; When he had had the life to its full and pleasure of the earth and he
finally says, it is like chasing the wind, you’ll never catch it. It gets me
pondering on these words. You know how you spend an hour or so mesmerizing about
them. I’m ware that you know like sometimes how these ladies be; the story of
my life, no I don’t get home with her, no I don’t do that, story of my life,
I’m not one direction, though I wish I were. So I check on Salma, how her day
was…..then I start so you see today this beautiful one, my God she’s exquisite,
I swear I have found the right one. I’m sure sometimes she’s always like yeah
right one blablabla. We’ve gone over this session time and time and it’s like
I’m always trying to catch the wind.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Love is supposed to
make you see the world as butterfly, you know many colors, make you change,
make you free and feel alive and…… but I’m here and every day I get to see
different pictures. The other day I met this beautiful, we had it rolling and
the conversations moving it’s like my morning routine of watering the flower at
our small terrace finally paid the flowers presented to me of their very own. I
felt like I had the smooth scented message of these petals so bright and
beautiful like this girl, I had imagined to myself the perfect setting and the
lunch dates damn! I always have it moving. But I was on a routine, perhaps I
should chase success, but I sit down to myself and I’m telling myself I ain’t
ready for paper loving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s this day,
I can’t recall what had got me to Alliance Françoise…..I meet bunch guys they’re
playing card game; the name of the game was bullshit. So to me this doesn’t
sound like the kind of company that I would indulge myself, but then this
aasmatic girl somehow find herself in the midst and she starts to play the game
with them, and they are laughing….I think I was revising for some CATs, at this
stage I have seen my ‘ruby’ and I’m ready to flow with conversation….since we
don’t have any common friend, I take my time study her and see what is she
like. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guys before walking to self
humiliation, please take time and know the environment, see how she relates
with others, look at how she glances at simple things….Even the wild the lion
first checks the kind of other male lion that is around. Sometimes they are
young and wild in his head he’s like are they worth of my fight against this
beast in my sight? </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I seize my moment; I’m
not saying I’m smooth all the time but well! I wish I had an emoji right now
hahaha! Within niche of time we are already talking, and by the way all the
guys around her had told me she’s a tough one, In fact had a bet I wouldn’t
stand a chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stood there asked myself
is this beauty worth the perfect chase? After all the harder she’s the better
the chase and soon she…</div>
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She toils with you on and on and within time somehow she’s
in disguised fallacy of your choosing and all the memoirs of you are right in
her world. She slowly picks conversations of the sweet words you lashed out,
they form an aroma and she soon tells her groupie and her girlfriends variance
in emotional respond will determine whether you got the keys to her heart! </div>
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Of course I won this girl over and everyone has that Achilles’
that they hid from the rest of the world. You need to know that. Sometimes a
good drilling does the confirmation; in fact she’ll try to match your fantasies,
she’ll yearn for every bit of you. Trust me if you’re an Otile brown you’ll have
to go an extra mile, sometimes these ladies are as deep as Vera, should I say
in thy words of Sean Paul deep than the sea. They look still but….… sometimes just
get a good game! See what I thought could blossom was only grey…..pure color
only deformed like the skies about to fathoms rain with thunder….I wish I had
the audacity to finish but like Solomon I’m a man chasing the wind and even
that beauty fades slowly and like her character <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>soon turns grey. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the end I’ll never catch it.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Blood cancer really hurts, trust me it's such a painful karma but isn't that what loyalty is? See in leukaemia, it starts at the core of the bone marrows where blood is manufactured. Like loyalty it starts at the crucial place where many of you least expects it, like love it finds when you least see it coming sometimes at your worst. Then we grow fond if each other day by day.<br />
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"Like for instance a baby is not taught how to trust or to be loyal, it starts slowly and everyday they see you, they learn to love but they know how to reject you! You see what I've come to appreciate is that most important virtues we are not taught; they're natural and that's life. A baby learns loyalty, rejection, trust and love in their first 6 months. The need to belong is no longer a reason to feel vulnerable, if you'll define vulnerability with that, to me you're a shallow man. You see there are things we are never taught it's inborn; example hate and selfishness and the feeling to be important. No life already makes you know how do all this, These are things we don't observe. Life has a way to make us see them. Somehow you know that you have to choose yourself!" Eddie once quoted these lessons. I have respect for him, such a brilliant mind, I am but the guy who looked for a better way to implement them.<br />
Now lemme get back to my story....you see if I asked you how you friendship started, most of you would give me a wrong story, I'm quite positive about this, actually ya'll will go round and round but wouldn't tell the real story. See while learning bio back in high school, I had dropped bio and I was doing CRE (christian religious education) until this amazing bio teacher started saying something about blood. In my mind I was like aaaargh CRE is easy, I'm sure she's going to talk about Abraham today or Jesus. These tales I'm quite familiar with. Lemme point this clear I'm not really intelligent or that smart, but either CRE was boring or was way too easy. So I didn't attend this CRE lesson, no! I sat down and started listening to Mr Omondi talking about blood and the heart.<br />
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Ghosh what was I doing in CRE seriously? I wondered to myself, I mean I was always scoring an A in CRE but no this lesson used to be my time to catch sleep. My nap time I would fantasize about some girl in Buru (Buruburu girls was our alleged sister school) kwanza this girl who came to me 4k, she had just told me how much she' was into me. She creeped the chills out of me!<br />
Man you don't know what that does to a man and not just any man the proud Felix back then they used to call the senior boss! I was the Dj Khaled of that school. Lemme not drift but you already how my fantasies used to be.....So immediately quit CRE, the next lesson about bio was still about blood. So you know I was so enthusiastic about this lesson that I kept inquiring and when I heard lymphocytes and leucocytes I would be in that world. It's like my school found meaning. I had life not just maths or chemistry to look forward to! Here's the thing most of my classmates knew less about blood and the manufacturing process and the blablabla same way you don't know how some of your strongest ties began.<br />
The other day Steve and I were talking about cancer patients, I liked his arguments. He said, "For me once I find out that I have cancer and say I'm my 50s or 60s I'd like what they do in European hospital to be done to me. They inject me with those drugs that kill you, I prefer that all those finances to be shared amongst my family." This is brilliant it just minds me of how guys in the amazons used to kill their grannies in times of war due to migration and all that. Tell an African that. Don't go far tebu say that about my vava or Shosho or dani. Your mislead plans, will get you killed! you're a dead man walking, perhaps you're an Undertaker I swear the next thing is we shall see you playing in walking dead only that we will only get to imagine you doing that in my head. See cancer is quite costly and for Steve he believes kill me quickly and be done with it what's the point of all the pain? Especially emotional, physically and mentally, why should I be the one to drain you all?<br />
The truth that's how unconditional love or loyalty is. It Start at a crucial place spreads in the most delicate of places our hearts. Love at first doesn't hurt when distrust is created at the beginning. Wait till, he or she is pillar of your strength, when you have something more than love, you're loyal to each other! That devastates you like a cold dagger driven through your spine and you know death is next. It is like raising in your own likeness and like a cold dish they leave, damn they leave you and wonder if the idea of finding love might run in to you and you get so matrimonial Like Wale! Imagine when you're fighting a common cause and suddenly you realise they've been working with the enemy. the dynamics of that war changes and It becomes so personal. In Dj Afro movies, the intermission part of the movies encroaches and the dances stop the real war begins. This is the part the real movie begins.<br />
Loyalty like blood cancer is costly that sometimes the best decision is suicide only that the people prescribed it earlier when they decided to act vile against you. Some asked me at what point do you actually cheat? My take is simple and will always stand, the day you in you mind you looked at another girl or guy and said they ain't bad I wouldn't mind them. That's when you cheated.....because for me cheating in real or being caught is just a manifestation of what you already had in mind. It is like cancer at death stage or full blown when you know your time is up!<br />
Or like for me it's the time you just fell in love with bio......</div>
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This Friday isn’t like other Fridays; I mean today I have no
plans at all. Wait did I mention that my pocket is crying? And my bank accounts
are like man you need to get a life; but you know these slay queens on the
streets are so pretty but they’re so after clout and paper loving! Reminds me
of that Chris martin song, damn it once ruled the streets. Today I won’t even
start at that. So you know I’m just from Joe’s Atlanta for some wings with few
besties after fruitful day, and when just after saying goodbyes’ which we
always do a ‘thousand times’, I put my earphones jack pin and I’m ready to
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The first song that
gets on my playlist is J.Cole’s wet dreams….you know that jam about your first
time, depends with your age but I know this from man’s ego, we always speaking
how pro we are, when we’ve never even had it. You know we hype it to impress
the ladies. One thing you’re praying that your shit is big enough and you
praying and wishing that your game is good enough. I mean you want some respect
when she sees you. You go ahead and watch porn to master the game. You don’t
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life is so fucked up
with all these lies, I used to be cautious with the words in my writing but
that’s being fake I mean if it’s my art, then how I choose to express myself is
solely concerned to me. Lemme not drift, so while I’m listening to wet dreams,
I’m about to cross the busy streets and roads of the cbd then I suddenly see a
familiar face. These girls, they’re on campuses I’m not sure which but clearly
they are up to something. They sit on corner and notice a good looking older
man and they act like they will stumble on one of them.</div>
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and I used to follow her until I stopped and realized that I needed to have
only real people I know… So she sees the next prey, it’s an old guy in her mind
she’s like “aye, he ain’t that bad!” I mean it’s just for paper, I’m not about
to blow her cover. So I delay crossing the road and keep watching while
listening to Kanye’s good morning. I choose to see my Whatsapp text as I watch closely,
I ain’t no spy but I want to imagine the game she’d putting when we Dm each
other. So she trips on him and the guy grabs her like those movies, I’m amused
because this is a well scripted play. So the guy helps her and I notice that
her phone appears to be scratched and the man feels for her and I’m sure he’s
the rich kind, this girl must have done her research quite of men passing
there. So he helped her out and he gets his phone out, must be galaxy s8, (men
of his caliber don’t change phones like their suits, not boxers, we have few
ones.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He uses his torch and tries to get
most of her things, I see flaws in this movie, but this girl is a master piece,
she knew how to prey on the meat well. They exchange contacts first. Suddenly
they start to move in similar direction suddenly the cat is in the bag.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now let’s be real. I
mean we all be faking all the time. You want the money for the gram; you’re
doing all this for clout, living fake so that you’ll have a million followers.
I mean it’s just silly what will it gain you losing your soul, dignity and what
makes you beautiful for clout! So I looked at that girl, smiled and was like
but “si ni life, inauma but itabidi uzoe” So I crossed the roads, play next
song who wants to listen to clout. I better listen to nightmares of rock bottom
and wallow in thoughts. Perhaps I will search for today and find tomorrow,
after all that selfie that we once took now a picture, I mean we all standing
but we all got different pauses. At the end of the Friday night I can’t judge
her, I ain’t a jury! Is like she has it all, married to the money a true love
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I once heard tit for
tat is a game of fools, it’s not; think of vengeance….best served on a cold
dish. Lemme bring it home, a friend of mine reposted a post from her….in right
framing, more of an advice, we are in college or in uni you know better word
campus. Thing is none of us is working, I can’t afford to splash money on you
and you know I can’t be the reason you look good, I personally don’t buy
clothes everyday but have you ever taken a walk with a girl in tow it’s like
their eyes are always shopping. They have so many expectations; you see ‘em on TV
ati my guy should do this and this and this for me….even Bill Gates doesn’t do
that for his wife. These girls think there’s some manner from heaven raining
money. Bro stop, how old are you? 20s. don’t get pressure for any reason, they
don’t even give that to their daddy’s. Chill man you’ve got a whole life ahead
of you. She’s dating and still dating a sponsor! Man respect yourself you don’t
deserve to share, better be single wait for your flower to bloom, you can’t
risk all these diseases cause of her, no she ain’t worth it. Chill go to school
do your thing roll a blunt with your bros let life go on. Work hard on your stuff;
you have that extra 1500shillings spend it on Friday having fun with those that
matters. Or invest on it, but bro don’t stress on it. When you have your money
and in your 40s or 30s I’m they’ll be pretty ones and I’m sure you’ll be able
to afford. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now you can serve your
vengeance on a very cold dish, I mean that’s the best way to get revenge,
should we say checkmate! </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But if she’s down
for you and she understands you and who you are and loves when you still broke,
man embrace that one love that one don’t cheat on that one. Black men don’t cheat,
you know the code. If she sees the ceo or whatever you want and appreciates
your hustle and she encourages you to get and make your mullah man don’t let
her go. For the queen secures the bag and king guards the bag. These ladies all
out acting how they’re queens and the only thing they know how to do is making
their nails and make-ups. But if she’s loyal, she dedicates herself like how Christians
dedicate themselves to Jesus or Muslims to Mohammed. Cause if you lose her man
there’s something called karma. Your karma will come in form of these slay
queens, they have lots of make-up not that make-up is bad but imagine she be
looking like Beyonce and when she gets them out your Beyonce suddenly looks
like Akothee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like wishing for a
wolf only to get ‘umbwa koko’ (street dog)</div>
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I mean if love is supposed to let you see life in different
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On pense qu'on comprend ce mot bien galvaudé.On a commencé à
l'entend avant de savoir d'autres mot,peut- the après avoir su"maman,papa,Mami,papi".Mon
amie me disait de son homme,musculaire,beau comme un ange,avec des cheveux blonds
comme le blé,ses yeux sont des flammes.Elle dit qu'elle l'aime,mais je la comprends bien.Elle ne peut pas aimé quelqu'un
d'autre,mais attend,est-ce que c'est quelqu'un d'autre où quelqu'un qui ne possède
pas ses qualités physique?Je crois que tu comprends ce que je voudrais dire.De nos
jours,on n'aime pas la personne,on aime ce qu'elle offre.Pour moi,j'évite d'aimer
car,ben....je n'ai pas encore compris c'est quoi l'amour,pour quoi me faut-il
aimer? Je regarde d'autre gens en aimant et j'apprends. Quelque fois cet amour est
fort comme le fer et on a confiance de
l'un l'autre.Depuis ce temps on ne veut pas lacher prise.La piège ce trouve là.<<Hier
il m'a claquée,mais c'était de ma faute,il est venu tard,mais c'est juste le
travail>>On est aveugle d'amour.Cet amour doux comme la brise et doux comme le miel,c'est un amour dérisoire.<br />
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Aveuglé par amour,on se blesse Petit à Petit,mais on ne réalise
pas.On sent la peine mais l'amour tout fort,nous attrappe en ses chaines.On a
peur de laisser aller car on a peur de la peine en oubliant qu'on souffre comme
des animaux cagés.On a puissance de se librer,mais on ne peut pas.Non,on ne veut
point.On a peur de ce que le monde pensera.On oublie qu'avant d'aimer il faut
s'aimer.Où,est-ce que c'est vrai que c'est de miel avare?<br />
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On aime pour beaucoup de raisons,pour l'argent,la puissance,le
désires humain,pour s'amuser.Mais on oublie qu'il vient un temps qu'on regard
son amour en se demandant si on pourra continuer.Cet amour, à ce temps là,est comme
une flamme en se diminuant,un navire qui se baisse dans l'eau ,c'est comme Des
feuilles au millieu d'un tempète.Tout qu'on espère d'avoir est un naufrage,des
ceindres,n'est pas?J'ai Vu de gens qui ne laisser pas prise,qui pleure et crie.D'autres
n'ont pas l'energie de combattre entre eux où bien combattre ensemble .Il dit au-revoir
en voyant de nuages grises,quand il devient noir on est tout seule. Pendant ce temps,d'autres combattent les lions et les
loups.Il parcourent les montagnes et les vallées,les fleuves et les océans,
ensemble,malgré la peine,les combats entre eux,les nuits silencieux plein
d'horreur de ce qui se passera demain,on a beaucoup a fire mais on est faute de
mots.En plus,I'm y a des gens moquant ,un monde injuste.Après la rage d'orage,ils
only de la victoire,un amour endurant,fixe comme un pierre.Ça me laisser
songeuse,est-ce que cet amour est pour tout où c'est pour de gens favoris par les
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À l'Est,à l'Ouest,au Nord,au Sud,l'amour est sur les levres
de gens,un mot qui y restera pour l'éternité.L'amour de Dieux,des parents,entre
des amis,des frères,des sœurs,des citoyens du Monde.L'amour est beau comme une fleur
mais quelque fois avec des consequences laides comme le diable.Cet amour est tendre
comme un enfant et féroce comme un Chevalier.Peut-on dit que c'est une parable
qui rend les gens inséparable et pour d'autres les diables?C'est mystérieux,ça
demande de courage,de patience,de discipline,de loyauté.Il nous faut pardonner et
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<span style="font-family: "calibri" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%;">C'est
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I was never good at describing things and I will be
betraying myself if I didn’t tell you that it took me two days trying to figure
out how to define power and have a meaningful conversation about this. I don’t
like being vague, throwing shade and punch lines in for you just to look like
some geek who has mastered the art of philosophy and so is the name power.
Power to me is huge and hard to describe. If you go to Italy, a painter is
quite the man. If history had it right during the kingdom times a seducer in
courts was quite powerful. Writing as an art is powerful and to influence is
already power by itself. I can’t give a definition for you really; it is for
you to decide. For you to make decision is to be powerful and so you are! Power
brings you fame, you are like a politician, standing before them and at one
point you are the leader in this crowd and they lie to you that they love you.
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Fame is a lie! Here's the thing about fame. It makes you
feel like you run the crowd, you have a huge following, but isn’t that what
most of us want? I mean think of it closely. Fame makes you a star! Fame makes
you a known guy, though everything has a price to pay. Only that the price for
fame is far much worse. At one time you’re the artist speaking to everyone’s
emotion, they are sad people and thus they love your work of poetry. For they
are hurt the most, they listen ardently to your words. They sit down and read
your stuff. You’re a philosopher and now that someone left them they heed your
words. They enjoy your jazz and how your play the saxophone and your creativity
with so much emotions yet palatable.</div>
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Fame gives you power. I wrote a small note to my crush in
text….she knows that I’ve quite the intentions. It’s not that I don’t know how
to do the chasing…believe me I have a PhD in this field. Only that even with
seduction the outside appearance can’t be the only thing, there are other
factors too. See I’ve grown past this age where we’d meet and I will flower and
flourish you and furthermore decorate and articulate you with words. I’m
looking into something else. Let’s go eat get chapattis smokies or roasted
maize or perhaps boiled eggs and let’s have tones of conversation, for I don’t
want to seduce your beauty or body but your mind, I want to see if I can live
and tolerate your darkness, I want to know how we can calm the two storms within
us. So yes I want to fall in love like in the movies only this time I’d like
the movie being acted in Kenya and that we get to finish all the food on the
table; for I know food is the cure to your soul and so is mine. Let’s go grab
mtush pale inje and have some fun play brikicho and I keep searching for you
like I’m looking for the keys to your heart.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So yes I told her as
much as she’s the reason I want to do the normal things I do every day and not
catch<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>grenade because life has so much
to offer and if she was to die I’d still zing with someone else. I want to love
her yes, but if communication is creating discontents in me and my feeble heart then
I want to run away and never look back, and I know I have told good things wait
but event the wait for messiah makes me wonder if Messi is not God sent for he
is good, not that I’m a player but I need her to rescue me and give me red card
and send me off the pitch only for her. For sometimes chasing after a small ball proving to circular is like chasing a big merry go round, you never when you'll catch it still they'll be many after it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So once again understand that loyalty and communication
are my first love language, the rest is for you to figure out, for I would do
no such thing as to unclothe myself before the mass. It was sad yes but
strongest wills requires strongest heart and I have done to the ladies before
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Once again I don’t want to be Famous and go back to the
reality that faces me every day the lonely feeling. You know lonely breeds
depression and like every other being we all vulnerable to love except that
Loyalty comes first, so I need you to save me, for the night is young and full of dark
terrors and I don’t wish for winters and white walkers running into my door. So
dear crush, you know yourself, I don’t want to be like a politician and gamble
my heart like in votes, make empty and vague promises to you only to get to the
ballot. Save me now, for fame is a lie and I told you to stay home with me, let’s
watch Netflix together as we sit with my poorly cooked pop corns and sip the coke
that I borrowed from my shopkeeper but enjoy the moment and keep it short and
sweet. I ask you on e more time choose me now. For love is choosing to spend your
time with someone who means a great deal and so why you adore your mama so much
for she chose not to go out for outing and take care of you, for you were
miserable by yourself and so is my heart. I ask you to choose me over fame! I ask you to put down your phone for we have quite much to talk about...</div>
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And so I leave you with an advice from the lovely Miss
Lovinne! One of my learned friends.</div>
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“I think it reaches a point in life where we stop looking
for friends and start looking for loyalty. A time when you prefer having two
friends to ten; a time where you are trying to chase your dreams but realize
your clique is pulling you behind. You want to keep them close but your journeys
are different and so are your destinations. This is where the whole concept of;
everyone in your life being there for a season comes in. When winter comes, you
have to drop your summer clothes, or else you'll freeze to death. That's the
thing about life. Along this path of dropping, cutting off some and picking new
friends, you might receive some very unpleasant comments, and that will make
you want to stagnate in such a 'friendship'. But if your friends don't want to
witness your progress, they aren't meant to be in your next life step. If you
find yourself up at night and realize you only got strangers in your phone
book, it’s about time you wake up from the delusion, of 'I have so many
friends. Cause you are allies at dawn and strangers at dusk. Whenever you got a
problem and scroll your phone for more than two minutes, it’s about time you
edit/update your contacts. Friends aren't only for the highs but for the lows
too, even for the normal udaku moments<span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">😂</span>..that's
why we say "Hello" to friends, "Hey" to crushes( topic for
another day) and "Hi" to strangers”</div>
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I like to part shot…..I love social media but I choose my
friends over lonely bunch of followers and I choose to focus on my work as
artist to better my viewers and reader but if you see best fit to follow me.
@this_is_ochuoga on twitter and instagram. But don’t be amazed by this for
superstars don’t twinkle we shine deep, but spell fame without me! </div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-20661724558834463662019-03-30T06:21:00.001-07:002019-03-30T14:43:08.791-07:00Out of the closets <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The last piece was just everything 😭😭😭 I relate on a high level. It’s so sad how the black society thinks Depression and anxiety are for the other race other than blacks. What I’ve learned about our black society is that, They start listen when you’re dead. It’s such a heart felt piece that I can talk about forever. This is beautiful. Here’s my piece I wrote 2 years ago...<br />
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An Annulment letter to Mr Suicide<br />
Dear Mr Suicide<br />
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we have been companions for quiet a long time now, I don't remember how we became best of friends, neither do I remember how we became lovers. All I recall was that I fell for you when everyone pushed me away.<br />
You captured my thoughts and my spirit, You stared deep within my soul, something which most people find it hard to do. I was finally yours.<br />
All these years we have spent together were the most miserable years of my life! I did what you said, when you said it and how it should be done, without complaining I went with the flow, I became an artist over night, I draw pictures of happy endings on my arms, just to satisfy your hunger.<br />
You told me to be strong, so I sold my tears and I cried no more, Just to satisfy your needs. Dear Mr Suicide, before you and I part ways,<br />
I have one last request, please give me back my yellow happiness. Grant me back my yellow innocent heart, one that is filled with all my missing laughter and joy, one that is so full of childish ways.<br />
Please introduce me to the soul within me once again, for I am unfamiliar with the body that I am in. Dear Mr Suicide, today is the end of you and me.<br />
Sincerely......<br />
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Dear Ochuoga..<br />
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I want to speak about depression, anxiety and matters that
relate to similar subjects. I don’t mean to sound racist; but I know that they
sound like white people’s problems but trust me they affect a lot of people. I’m
not much of a writer but I thought I should put it down on paper just this
once. I didn’t grow up with much, but to many it was quite a lot. I’m fortunate
to be blessed with an amazing family to say the least but they had and still
have their short comings.</div>
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Am a quiet and calm person by nature and you know how
people say that crap of loving themselves and not caring what people say, well
am not like that for the contrary I dislike myself. You know why? Because everyone
has a tendency of stepping and trampling over me whether it’s the new people I
get to meet or he old people I have in my life.</div>
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Most of my childhood I was a lost child so depressed and
lonely at heart thank God I had a gift to hid it. I wasn’t gifted academically
and it killed me day and night never had a vision past high school. I thought by
then the ever wonderful God I have been brought up with would finally answer my
prayer of just ending my miserable life. I used to get up in the morning
wondering why the hell I’m still alive. Miracles happened and I got fair grades
after primary school and secured a spot in a good school in that school I got
to learn a lot about people and I regained some bit of confidence in myself
though I kept wondering will I ever be good at anything am legit the worst
person when it comes to extracurricular stuff most “damn” people have something
like a talent or an ability of some sort, but I have nothing at least that’s what
I think. After high school I failed and not only failed but failed miserably
let’s blame it on our education system being hard. </div>
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I recall looking at my parents facial expressions and it
murdered my soul quite literally and I never did cry cause tears are for the
weak and I don’t want look weak to anyone. To be frank I thought of committing
suicide but never got to that point, life was at a standstill me looking like
quite the failure but surprisingly life took a different turn and worked out. My
life has been quite a history of disappointments, I have gotten close to quite
a number of people and yet none has ever noted I'm not alright!</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I keep a small circle of friends at least I’d
like to call them that, each of them has let me down at one point or the other
but I assume it and sweep it under the rug like it never happened. A wise man
once said it’s during your worst storms in life that you get to see the true colors
of the people who say they love and care for you. In my darkest hours of
panicking that life won’t go well, that I would die, when I almost said to hell
with life, I realized that I have no one that am alone and there is no worse
feeling like that.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Am a huge introvert
and I shut things in, I keep quiet because I literally can’t voice out my
opinions and complains let’s just say I am a coward to the society I care too much
for people and their opinions, I put everyone’s needs in front of mine because
when they are happy surprisingly am ok. I tried countless of times to tell at
least someone what I felt and they just told me I’m absurd. That’s why up to
date I don’t really trust in anyone, I put people at arm’s length 'cause I really do
have to protect my heart I owe that to myself. So I keep asking myself am I
good enough or will I ever be good enough. I know that someone relates to this
and they know how it feels to be surrounded by people and yet feel so lonely.
It suffocates me to think of what the future might hold. So if you’re out there
and relate to this know that you’re not alone.<br />
Anonymous!</div>
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Giving someone all your loyalty is never an assurance that
they’ll be loyal to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Loyalty is
unconditional love! Most you can’t give that. </div>
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See most of us have our own course; that is what we are
loyal to. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps today I’ll touch the
wrong notes; today I’m going to hurt many feelings. But today it’s going to be
long for I have a different set piece.</div>
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Hey guess what, he just proposed to me! This is probably one
of the best moments in life for a lady.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>6 months later I asked her about her engagement, she said he quit on me.
Wedding off, the fateful day is off. This is very heartbreaking I know, and for
once I’ll allow you to say men are trash. No they’re not. Your taste is trash.
Just pause I like to change the topic. I’ll get back on this I promise.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Do you remember when
you were younger, your dad was you hero, your mum was your best friend.
Remember how you would brag how your dad is so powerful, remember how life was
hard or good but you still defended them. We all had a different childhood,
remember that moment your dad would come drunk and but defend when your mum
wanted to punish you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Or it was the
other way round that your mum knew your soft spot and your dad was the
strictest in the family. Remember how you had this great uncle and how they’d
give you gifts and this meant the whole world to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Remember how your mum would coach you and
tell you got it all.<img height="400" src="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/9b/dd/b6/9bddb6f8802db3d669354bb19ff354dc.jpg" width="222" /></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve never forgotten
how many times my mum would say, Felix you are the head and not the tail, above
and not below…..and so on…… She would say this and it would hit me. Remember
how she told you are cute and everything? Reminiscing? Remember you’re the
product of their imperfection, in their eyes you are the perfect being; the
product of their undying love; or maybe you are the evidence of their
valentines’ day success!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then they sent
you somewhere, now you have best friends people you trust with your secrets
more than them. People you call first when you’re in the worst kind of mess.
You can’t tell her or him you that you need more cash and you are now looking
for sugar mummy and sugar daddy just to meet your needs. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The best kind of a
parent is not the one who won the battle against you. The best one is, the one
who became your equal in the long run and that you have mature conversations,
because you followed your path and your path was his but still you achieved
equally what he or she always wished for you. The worst kind of parent is the
one who won the end game battle and you always have to depend on him or her,
practically we’ve seen this.</div>
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You see we all want to give unconditional love to someone
and all we ask in return is absolute loyalty. Somehow the feeling that someone
depends on you, is a great satisfaction. Our loyalty to our own course makes us
to do everything.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now recall the lady
that the guy walked out of his proposal. That was not harsh, I know you think
that I’m being a jackass while saying that but hey we all want a happy ending
in a story and the villain is to be hated. What if you chose to see the world
differently………couple of times that I’ve conversed with lady about to be engaged
to, they usually know or at least have a clue that’s it’s going to happen. What
this guy noticed is that she is not the one. Perhaps her loyalty to him is
subjective and absolutely! Maybe the guy was right or wrong…….</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The path of life of
raising your children to be like you is a nom in our everyday life, but who
said life has to be that way. Somehow the most loyal person whom you should
dedicate your loyalty to is your married partner. This person becomes your
betterhalf, for they reflect so much of you. They make things look easier. If
you went to a family where the mum is strict the dad is quiet, the two people
are one and the same thing only that one has to show a certain side. If you
meet pretentious people, their partner is same. Some people are in shallow
relationship but they still love each other, others are deep. Some are deep and
they love each other. To me what counts most is when the crowd is finally gone;
who do you call at your worst times, this is the person that your selfish
desires are confined with.</div>
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Every morning whenever I’m boarding a bus to school, I
always have this narration on my mind and I plot it so well in my head but
that’s in the morning and when I get home in the evening. I forget it but today
I promise you I’m going to challenge you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not that I love
flowers but in some way they always point at end game to a lady. I love nature
so much. Have you seen a flower bloom? When a bee comes to get the nectar
there’s that sweetness it gets. Imagine how sweet honey is? It comes from
nature; now imagine these flowers talking to each other? I like to get in
people’s mind and know what they are thinking about; in my head there’s a new
flower coming up in same tree but in this case it’s still in bud stage. So the
older flower is like someday you’ll be like me, these bees will be after you,
they’ll want your taste, you’ll satisfy their desires. You will make men be
loved cause of you. You will be an admiration a sense of purest form of love.
You my dear a girl will talk to you and she shall refer to you as her reason
for being loved, for being adored. You shall be expensive; people will want you
in their wedding. You are the future you are going to be amazing! But the
younger flower is like I want more, I want to be more, I want to be more than
beautiful, I want more than just admiration……………</div>
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You don’t have to go out of your way for people who wouldn’t
even meet you half way. You don’t have to break every bone in your body for
people who wouldn’t even bend their back for you. One thing I have to realize
is that, sometimes the people who we love or loyal to, care for and whom we can
do anything for, are actually the people who doesn’t even care whether we are
fine or not, healthy or sick, smiling or hurting. In a period less than two
years, I’ve to leave so many commitments. Some people don’t know that they
break you when you are the most happy with them. Reading Ecclesiastes 1:14 it
says “<span style="background: white; color: black; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif";">I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are
meaningless, a chasing after the wind.</span>”</blockquote>
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Somehow the things you chase in life whether money or power
or attention……it is like chasing the wind, you will never catch it. In the end
I’m attracted t a girl that is loyal, friends that are loyal. At the end of the
day the question rings back to you what are you after? </div>
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I have certain number of playlist on my Itunes. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most are divided into genres except one! Beautiful
music, I sit down once in a while and compile a list of well soothing playlist
with jazz and a good set of great RnBs and pop few reggae, one or two Swahili
music and few back to back hits. Then I noticed I added this Alessia Cara-Scars
to your beautiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a very good song
only that in this case many ladies know it more than guys but then where’s my
blog lies today. The first part always start like this,</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She just wants to be
beautiful<br />
she goes unnoticed, she knows no limits<br />
She craves attention, she praises an image<br />
She prays to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, </div>
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she don't see the light that's shining<br />
Deeper than the eyes can find it<br />
Maybe we have made her blind<br />
So she tries to cover up her pain<br />
And cut her woes away<br />
I love the first part but there’s this part</div>
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<span style="background: #ddddee; color: black; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“But there's a hope
that's waiting for you in the dark</span><span style="color: black; font-family: "verdana" , "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><br />
<span style="background: #DDDDEE;">You should know you're beautiful just the way
you are</span><br />
<span style="background: #DDDDEE;">And you don't have to change a thing</span><br />
<span style="background: #DDDDEE;">The world could change its heart</span><br />
<span style="background: #DDDDEE;">No scars to your beautiful</span><br />
<span style="background: #DDDDEE;">We're stars and we're beautiful”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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It’s a cliché that
I’d use a song to write….but that’s the beauty of art and like the poet love to
use words and so was this girl craving to be loved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Someone once told her that French is the
language for love and she mastered it well; well for me love is a different antidote. Let’s talk about
her world today, for she’s in pursuit of love…<br />
She came to me: she had a story a beautiful only that in this case Ochuoga you
are the main character behind the scene.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Think of it as your movie only that you’re a major trait and your role
is coming soon.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Remember that day I came to your place and I
found you sleeping on the coach, I was dating yes and you were dating a friend
to a friend whom everyone thinks we are close but the relationship was black
just a shade of many colors it is not that real. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Man you are very cute!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that morning is like I found my one true
love. I fancied you, I even imagined myself cooking for you, I saw myself
making love to you. I wanted to be touched by you; I was dating yes but the
feeling of seeing you were like a dream come true. I feel like my path leads me
to you like in West world Dolores to Teddy. See there’s something special about
you that I can’t explain there’s that feeling about you and I want to feel I
desire you. I feel like I’ve waited for a thousand years and singing Christina
Perri’s song. Let’s sing Algreen song ‘cause I want us to stay together.”</div>
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Well now that we have a story and a song now let’s talk.
See you and I have this vulnerability we both want something special, we want
to be made to feel special. Love is the word. Our desire is to be loved and
have sense of belonging. Like For bad boy or good boy we always someone special
to know us. Even that worst character you’ve met the one thing he desires is to
belong to you and probably the vulnerability reminds me of this song fire on
fire….we don’t want to let someone to ruin the rhythm….you are the perfection my only direction its fire on fire.
In some how this is our utmost desire. Lemme continue with the story.</div>
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So I get to know this girl, she’s not really my type but I
like to try this out I mean after all life about trying and when you get lucky
who knows. At one point I’m even convinced that you know date a loyal one and
be playing outside the circle. I give myself hopes that don’t even exist. Don’t
say I’m savage it was overwhelming especially this day that we are in town and
it feels weird cause the feeling ain’t there yet. Have you ever forced yourself
eating high school Kenyan cabbage? It’s terrible and so was the feeling. I kept
intoxicating myself I mean it’s a trap of my own doing. But one fateful day she
decides to date, I was the happiest man alive but the story doesn’t stop there.
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You know that period when you break with someone and they start
posting their new babes and they want you to get jealous and worked up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt so relieved and the burden lifted. I’m telling myself
once bitten twice shy. This girl doesn’t stop at one somehow she exhibits the
behaviors’ of unsatisfied beautiful girl that went for the throne, became a queen and now is searching for his
former lover to make him the mister in the relationship. So that he can satisfy her fantasy and be making love to her. After two weeks I see her
dating another guy from the previous one.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kinda got concerned because
like the song above she craves for attention and she just wants to be beautiful
in my eyes. In some way I wish to tell her not to change anything and probably
wait cause will love with her scars and tell her that they live through the
scars together like James bay, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and so I
ask her what happened to the previous one? Man, it’s hard cause she is in
pursuit of love, she doesn’t she keep searching and to me she hasn’t found her
one true love and so what is love? </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lemme hint you up on something. I used to
crush on this girl. Man she is cute, she got it all and to top it up she’s the
loyal type. You know for me loyalty comes before love, I like a lady that
sticks to me even when the love is gone cause some point there’s no affection,
you search for it but you just don’t find it. One of those moment that makes me
get out of relationship so easy is the fact that I have melt the icing on the
cake and the cake is not sweet enough. So this girl, I have been following up,
after I felt in my last relationship that it was sinking and that I couldn’t do
much about it. The loyalty had gone and she was getting underneath my skin, but
that’s part of the dark shades of love right? T</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>his new crush I’m
talking about is the queen of beauty, boy she got it all. The way I like and
somehow I’m sure being in a position to snatch her away from me you would do it
without hesitation only that for her I’d be sure of her loyalty towards me. But
the interesting thing is that I have learnt to suppress my feelings towards
people or something……….But that’s not it yet. For me, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it’s different if I like you but you want us
to play cha baba na cha mama or simply kalongolongo…I don’t know the word for
this maybe daddy and mamas game that kids play, sorry I ain’t got that time. I
simply have better things to do! After all you can’t bait me to a lady!</div>
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I’ve just noticed that I lost the blog I was writing on.
Life can be messy but that’s the beauty of it. See I woke up today with tons of
message on Valentine’s wishes. I mean happy Valentine’s. Have you bought her
flowers already?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wait where’s the
chocolates at? Are you taking her for date? Do you know her favorite dance
moves?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Damned these questions are just
way too many. But wait I didn’t finished the conversation I started the other
day. Wait Happy 20<sup>th</sup> birthday to me. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So the day before I
had self inflicting conversation. The way things are turning out to be, life is
playing chess on me and this case I’m I the only loosing my queen, I’m placing
her at the centre, or rather life always put my queen to the centre and it’s as
if they always surround with best players. That’s lyrical!<span id="goog_1560419608"></span><span id="goog_1560419609"></span><br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So dear
life….</div>
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I’m tired of you letting these boys chasing after my girl.
But hey that’s not it yet, why do you always bring the ugly ones in my way…..?
I mean not the outside appearance but the inside, you know if it’s the outside,
I’d blame my eyes, for believing that love is blind, because you know at some point
the reality creeps in. Why do you bring chalcopyrite looking like gold?</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life I thought we
agreed you’d bring the cake and not the icing. We agreed that no more junk and
for the first time you said you’d bring the real chicken, and you know what you
did, backstabbed me and gave me this fast food that has no bone marrow, there’s
not that sweet thing curved inside round that chicken, you just gave me the one
I’d chew fast with no lasting sweetness. I thought she’d come in all packages. </div>
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I told you I wanted superficial love. You know how I want
it, you know the way I like it to be. I even promised to be good to her, life
you made me swear on my mama’s name that I’d be good to her, that I would treat
her right; and I heed to our vow, I hid my demons and my claws in the closet.
Life! Look at what you made me to do. </div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought you said
that we would conquer the world together; you made me make empty vows and many
promises. In fact life from now on leave me alone, I don’t want anything to do
with you, you remind me of some abhorring brother that got me aborted, that I
couldn’t get to see the world and make me have my own experiences. You remind
me of these snakes in the grass that go over telling all the ladies of how much
a womanizer I am, I mean what kind of shit is that. You make someone hate me
for no reason. ( in kamba there’s saying translated to a man borrowing porridge
with other person’s name) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life I told
you that we’d talk ‘cause I’m done with you! I have made my stand.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life, remember when
you told me last year that, that was the last time I was going to dance on my
own on Valentine. I can’t believe that you played me this way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember when you made this girl, so
innocent and so butterfly like cause she made my tummy go flying and got me
singing Gyptian song butterfly and with my pathetic voice I would sing so loud
in that bathroom, oh girlllllll you give me butterfly, and I wanna fly…………….you
know the song.</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I haven’t
forgotten how you made me her look like the queen of the beauty gods, and how I
felt knowing that for once Adonis had met one of the Greek beauty gods, is it
Venus? I’m sure you wanted her name changed. And how she was such a beauty, I
remember saying dast ist meine schatz (That’s my treasure.). She was exquisite
beauty in the appearance; I guess I should have heeded my grand ma’s advice, to
go for the inner beauty that never fades. But life you know the interesting with
me is after one relationship, I keep journeying, it is as if the ladies keep
coming. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m done describing her it’s
just uncouth!</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sikomi! But now, dear ladies don’t show me
your butt and expect that’s it, I want to see your darkness. Can our darkness
live in harmony? Cause I want your drama and still see beneath your beauty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Something I’ll tell any of the girl we ever
broke because things couldn’t work out is don’t display my name in bad faith!
Hey we are both mature here and it didn’t work that’s it forgive. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If I didn’t make you feel the way, maybe you
deserve someone better, but I’m not apologizing for anything. I remember after
one of those painful heart breaks that someone might end up disputing my name
or another, this game crafted with ladies like Vera and her associates is
immature and a bit childish. I mean how do you come unclothing the guy before
everyone’s eye? You still tell yourself you are a good lady. Please don’t play
yourself. You are but some Jezebel or Jolene of the 70s.</div>
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One day my South African sent me this short text</div>
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<span style="font-family: "forte";">One day we will meet and
make association of people with broken hearts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Half of the world will be there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "forte";">It’s terribly sad how people
get their heart broken on daily basis. Whether: it’s by their friends, family
or love. I always wondered how; <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>two
people can <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>be so deeply in love today
and tomorrow one of them wakes up and the love you had for him/her no longer
exists.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "forte";"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Love is speechless. In fact people who are in
a relationship are very brave. I mean where do you find the courage to trust
another being with their heart, not knowing if their love will last or break
one winter morning?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "forte";">The heart is like a bird: A
bird who is finding a nest. It doesn’t know where it has to go or which tree is
suitable for the nest to be built.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "forte";">No one will ever know what
destiny holds. Not even fortune teller can tell you who you will end up with or
who will break your heart in the future, it is luminous…. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-68818407641724248282019-01-21T10:49:00.000-08:002019-01-21T19:52:15.223-08:00Flowers........<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Valentines isn’t far and one of the precious
things to do is to get a girl is a flower… See every girl has that flower that
they love. It’s not a cliché that every one of them would prefer a rose flower so
I asked some of my friends here are their response and why.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> Rose
flower. Because its beauty stands out among thorns, reminds me that I can still
blossom in beauty regardless of the thorns around me. The thorns don't hold me
back. I like the red rose because it has a very nice and attractive scent, and
it's also a warm representation of love<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> Daisies
because they are quite attractive and don't wither fast…. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">I love callas because they are gracious and
simply beautiful I can’t tell. It’s just
a feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;">“A
black rose. It's a rare kind of rose. It's a dark shade of red, purple and
maroon. It symbolizes death. But the death doesn't have to be physical. It can
mean new beginnings, a journey into unexplored territory, major life changes
and even upheaval future. It also
symbolizes the end of something. As they say there's a rose for every step of a
relationship. A black one can be used to symbolize the end of one. It can also
mean deep devotion to something or someone, coz it's said black is a mixture of
all colors.” Lovinne. </span></b><span style="font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"> This was my best reponse….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">I
know if I asked guys on their type of women they’ll say all and sundry but I
won’t, I want to talk to you. Imagine
today that you took a flower peel off the petals of the flower one by one until
nothing is left? Just the ovary and
ovules part remains. Flowers are a beauty they speak volume if you want to
seduce a lady well be a flower guy, she’ll be in for you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> I don’t mean gold diggers ….. Those ones
are going to dig deep into your pockets until they find gold avoid them!
Flowers attract insects, It is said that a snake love sweet scent too. It tells
you so much about these types of creatures they are just beautiful. No wonder a
Japanese common phrase that when you find true love you’ll even hear the sound
of flowers, (I got this from 3 ninjas don’t start to Google and discredit me.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Flowers
and ladies have so much in common. The outside beauty of a girl is based on her
appearances, how she address, in some communities they even at how white her
teeth is (luo). When you go to Spanish it’s how well she can do a salsa dance.
A lady that seduce and charm well and knows how to act accordingly. Most of us
are so much attracted to such lady, personally I’m by that girl knows the art
of fashion and knows how to dance in every manner but particularly salsa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> I
mean I want someone I can slowly move with a rhythm in dance which ever songs
comes on. I don't want a lady who only knows pull up to mi bumper, excuse me ! Imagine if she unclothed
herself, Imagine if we all walked naked? How would the world look like?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">One
time I met this guy, I think I had gone to a club a descent, great music, and
great people. I was sipping my Tusker, It was on a Friday, so before the club
turns to total dance music, this guy sitting next to me we were having a good
conversation, from taste of music to power and I told him I write, I also
recently learning to see the world from people’s perspective. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> So suddenly this cute girl appears in the
air and he dismisses her so sudden, he goes on, “She wants you to buy her a
drink.” I’m already imagining where the
money will come from, he continues, “I’m a bartender at a strippers club I know
them, in fact I have a degree in women knowledge on women. I have seen them, in
fact I no longer see them as interesting, I think the beauty of a woman is
based on her dressing; there she hides the treasure, I mean why is diamond
precious and highly valued? They are hidden and hard to find and so should the
women be. During my first time at work
at start of the strippers it was very amusing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Imagine the lady that blocks you
without even hearing your plea, coming to work for strippers club. Imagine the
scenario, not in a bad way but all the respect and admiration you had for the
lady suddenly disappears. The image can distort your view of ladies, I used to
watch porn but after my first day at work I wondered I even bothered knowing
likes of Mia Khalifa. I mean it’s just the body and the screaming. Is life all
about sex?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Life is funny, after my first view on this
my approach on women changed, I no longer look beneath the skirt, instead what’s
her dressing; what’s her mind like? Think of it this way have you tasted a cake
rather, have you ever admired a cake so well that you want to eat, and all of a
sudden it changed your opinion, that what we call icing on the cake, and some
cake have and so are the ladies I’m looking to a lady that has the cake! My
brother once she undresses, she’s no different to these others you’ve seen they
are all same, whether curved or chubby.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> I looked at flower with no petals it was
ugly even the scent was no longer attracting. What makes a man attracting is
his brain how he seduces your and leave you with vast fantasies makes him that
hunk. The fact that you’ve heard of his six packs gets you attracted, but if he’s
a success you are attracted to him, how he has mustache attracts you. How he applies perfume and the scent comes so
deep yet so chilling makes you want him. I mean it’s the basis of seduction. An
artiste is love cause of how he can craft out words, make sense to you. Did you
know that people like me would take away wives of Kings? It is how you do your
thing how you dress and how you act whether good or bad as me that actually
wins you that lady or man of your dreams. Perhaps its your craft that matters,
believe you me that I have had to dismiss ladies not cause they’re not pretty
but their vibe is whack as fuck! It’s incoherent!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder you
know this, Kindly don’t go out there teasing chubby women, they are beautiful I
have a friend Dj Dope, this guy loves chubby ladies, but because you despise them
doesn’t mean they aren’t beautiful, Like Dope his flower is Chubby go find
yours After All Gemma and Faith loves Rose Flower, Angelina loves Callas and
Salma prefers daisies, is same way to me I prefer Priyanka Chopra and you
prefer Cardi B. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;"> Our preferences are subjective, and so how these ladies love
Ochuoga doesn’t pause you to start being the snake on the grass and telling
tales about how bad I am! Speak for yourself let her or him love or want you for who you're not because of how you present me to be. I have this thing if you called me I wouldn't deny, I mean couple of occasions I have lied, but maybe you should ask yourself about the person discrediting, perhaps he and I are one and the same!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-63991222288268134752019-01-02T13:31:00.001-08:002019-01-03T02:18:49.513-08:00Thin Cloud......<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Happy New
Year!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though I wonder whether I should be happy or
sad, I’m a bit sad, frightened, I feel uneasy, I don’t like new things, I don’t
like new friends, I don’t like unprecedented presents. I love the things I anticipated;
somehow I’m scared to meet new people. I like to get used to seeing you before
finally saying, I’m not shy, it’s who I am. In some way this is what I feel
about this year.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Imagine
living with unpredictable dad, you don’t know when he’ll hit you or reward you.
I mean think about it, he is Napoleon you don’t know how he might attack, He’s
like an alcoholic, and you’re never sure what his liquor might suggest him to
do. He might beat you or your mama, yesterday he got you a present and the
previous night he threatened you to move out! He’s unknown man he might get
laid by some girl in the club, or perhaps come make love to you. You’re never
sure, I’m sure you have the picture now……<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see this is how my 2019 looks like;
I’m not sure what it holds for me. It is like a thin cloud, I’m about to talk
about. At one moment it may rain and the other it could be sunny. I’m a man of
haste, there’s no excitement in people like I….<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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don’t know is it the year that ship will sink? Or will I get to the point I
need a straw to hold on? Will I fall in love again? Will I meet new people? Or
will I be fooled again, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Will I
get tricked, or be played in mind, will my emotions get the better of me…………Once
again I’m in deep thoughts. Bottom line I’m not please or excited, In some I
already have the emotions of njaanuary…Man I don’t know. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Will you
share my art to other people or will you let me down like so many did! Will you
backstab me like the rest, I don’t know, 2018, was a year of lessons. The world
sat me down and I had to listen and take notes, I mean in some way I feel I still
want my previous year back. I don’t know what this year holds; I don’t know the
doors that await me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">Having
said so much yet so little, you know the best words were never said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">This is
one of the major projects I had planned for last year. Only that I had to
settle few scores here and there. You know showbiz...the moment you are
involved in the internet before writing, you got to ask to ask for permission
to write. I wouldn't want to end up like other bloggers constantly in courts.
But that's not it I felt to write about this I had to do few consultations here
and there at least from someone that has had quite experiences.....</span><span style="font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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“A couple of times I ask Siri about the weather will to be like….”
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see there’s beauty in planning,
there’s that cliché if you fail to plan….you know how the saying goes, now let's talk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you met ever an innocent girl or lady, like
really innocent, she has those looks she can’t harm anyone. She looks like an
Angel, I’m sure you have one that meek lamblike girl you always crazy about.
She’s so good you feel you like you don’t even want to harm her….then you make
a move and suddenly she’s another creature……..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I asked my granny about these types of
girls. She calls me Ochuoga, “Ochuoga, women are different they are not
anything you imagine them to be. They’re different, they know how to toss a
coin and play it in every corner. She can tell you that she doesn’t like but
she dreams about you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lemme pose the
words of wisdom, let me intrude just kidogo. A tale is told…..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "blackadder itc";"><span style="font-size: 24px;">I once met this girl very beautiful, you know the girl of my dreams, she was cute, and she had this crazy in built personality...you know that tames the lion in you sort off. I don't know either the people I meet are easy to prey or it's just that I mastered the art to seduce and to induce the feelings rightly...We dated for quite sometime and all of sudden at one point I could feel the love fading. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "blackadder itc";"><span style="font-size: 24px;"> You know when you'd take someone out for chapo dondo, "chapattis and beans" and now they can't feel the vibe, azin the simplicity in the love no longer exists...When you get here sometimes you feel they're cheating, it's not your fault, you haven't done but somehow you feel they're playing...this is the worst form of cheating. So one day I asked her what was the vibe when in that courtship. She asked what if I told you I've always fancied and wanted you and you just did my bidding???</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My granny told me this, “Ochuoga, an innocent
looking girl with a beautiful face is like a thin cloud, and you never know
whether it will remain it is never gay or grey. You can’t say much about her,
she can make you fall into her charms and think that it is you getting her love
you. Beware!” I believe I take from her, the wisdom part and if you saw her it’s
like you’ve seen me. I recall writing in one of my blogs, that a lady might keep
her love for you for more than 40 years, holding on, waiting that one day you
may make love to her. That you have fulfilled her desires of desiring you.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After ending
my longtime relationship and announcing that I’m free, tis’ like I made a
mistake. I remember in one of the times I was sharing my blog to this girl in
Instagram, and later we exchanged contacts, she asked me to be her side guy, be
creative imagine the answer that I gave. In fact my past three months has been
month of twisted fates. Twisted turns and fates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My grandma went on, “Ochuoga if you find
yourself a woman do not forsake your friends and family, don’t disrespect do
same with wealth for they come and go.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>One time I temporarily broke up with this girl, then in the process if
playing droughts with this old man I asked this old man a question, if a woman
that you love truly left what would you, he asked me is she from the desert
tribes e.g Kamba or Tutsi, if she is then let her go. For she has not yet found
the value in you……<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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me to pose here, I shall continue!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No I change my mind……..lets continue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;">We’d plot
oh how we’d get her, Unfortunately I was always warned of dating any I remember
one time there’s this girl my bros and I used to crush or rather fancy. She had
a sister equally beautiful, she was rare to see, yet we were neighbors. of
them, I was presumed a player, I’m not in denial of the name but apparently, I
love to play my guts a long I mean after I live with nothing to lose. So one
day we had a plan, azin wasee Leo lazima tuwaende, Leo Ni ile siku. In slang,
“guys today is the day we are going to them, today is that day” So being
eloquent I was to greet her and say hi, introduce myself and so on. I’ve never
chickened out of something, but the moment that gate was opened, I saw one of
bro in trench, like he was never part of the deal, the other climbed on top of
the gate like it was nothing. A plot of four almost backfired; I had to
continue with the scripts of others. After the whole event was over, I couldn’t
hold myself from laughter, it was as if I was watching those exaggerated Indian
movie Deejayed by Dj Afro, only that I was part of the movie. Someday I’ll tell
my children about their two uncles and how they behaved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: "blackadder itc"; font-size: 18.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Forget the humor we never got their
contacts. What a shame! One year down the line my bigger step brother bought a
car and all of sudden the girl was talking to him. Whenever we tell the story,
my brother says he’s just better looking. I told its cause you got car nothing
much, don’t play yourself you know better. Three months he gave the car for a business, and that’s how the relationship started desecrating, however I
managed to get to talk to the sister…………..to be continued…………..<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-61985932636410560082018-12-02T09:54:00.001-08:002018-12-08T12:16:58.319-08:00What a year 2018 has been.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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perfect fit.</span><span style="color: #351c75;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></u></i></h2>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">It’s been long since I got my
fingers busy on a keyboard, hope I still got my vibe going *chuckles*. Far be
it from me to say that my 2018 has been a prosperous year, this has practically
been the most difficult year of my existence from educational status quo to basic
financial lifestyle, from countless emotional quakes back to spiritual
lifelessness or lack there-of, even my social life has practically been a mess
with me losing friends, most of whom are now strangers with memories, drifting,
fading into people I once knew…hell I couldn’t even afford a breakdown simply
because I din't have the time or space to cry. So much bad but some good actually
came around,my 2018 has been the year I got my practical teaching of knowledge
and patience, from sacrifice to pain, to pleasure and happiness, to
thanksgiving and prayer, to forgiveness and LOVE, yes this indecisive, salty,
overly emotional yet unemotional, sensitive, irritating, bitch finally found
someone’s son to be an asshole to…someone other than my father’s son, Lol.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Let me tell you about my 2018
love story, my journey to happiness that stands right next to its rock bottom,
first of its kind, and every time I think about it I tear up. Not because its
all cute and lovely and fairy-taly with my prince sliding a glass slipper over
my little toe, a perfect fit, no… because it’s a painful lump in my throat, a
shattering gut feeling in my tummy that begs to dice me into pieces. Don’t get
it twisted I love my baby…It’s the journey I loathe.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">They say honest feelings and
wrong timing are the most painful of combinations and that if you have a real
bond with someone, it is not easy to stop being with them, you deal with a lot
of their shit because you want them in your life. So Yes, he dealt with a lot
of my shit …not the cheating kind, no…the sit back, relax and watch me love
someone else who isn’t good for me while I rub it on your face kind of shit,
the kind of shit that involved a perpetual cold unloving heart of a beauty that
was poison and a tolerant un-fleeting heart of a beast that was in chaos, the
cold he loved. Back then He was my bestfriend, my brother from another mother,
a title that I had so religiously accorded him since “he wasn’t my type” or
like most would say…he was better off a friend. And for months he watched me
wrap myself in fairy tales like a blanket that one day I would fall for a bad
boy who would be good for me, he watched me see the good in every typical
fuckboy that masqueraded himself to me as my perfect man yet broke my heart in
more ways than I can possibly count on my two hands, asking me to leave my then
“perfect guy”because he was no good fit for me. I did leave…eventually, much later
than I should have, but I did leave regardless, jumped straight from a frying
pan to a blazing fire… a worse excuse of a man, horrid in thoughts and rid of
all manners and yet again he had to watch me throw his love under bus the and
chase one that was never going to work out. Only took me so much time and
emotional jag to realize that I do not have whatever magic it takes to turn a
beast into a prince and that I could never make a man good just for me (my bad
boy fetish).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I guess I was blind to the fact
that he would leave eventually, that he wouldn’t stick around forever just
because I titled him ‘brother’. I mean,Isn’t a brother meant to stay? Isn’t he
meant to protect you, to be your savior when you can’t save yourself even from
your own self? But he saw the gulf that I had so deeply dug between us,that
separated true feelings from mere reason and vowed never again, that enough was
enough. I don’t blame him though, a man can only take so much. I was supper absorbed
in my self-salvation and imposed self-love that I made myself blind to the one
good thing in my life, my savior, my knight in shining armor, my prince. I pushed
him away…Literally blocked him from all the social media networks, deleted his
number and cut all connections with him. I was scared of the inevitable, and so
I ran. If you asked me then, It was the right thing to do! I would get over
him, and he would get over me too right? He would get someone better, he
deserved loyalty, he deserved to be loved as deep as he loved, he deserved
better than me…Lord knows how much it hurts me to as much as even think of him
loving someone else. So every morning I would try to convince me that he was
just another one of those “wrong guys doing the right things” giving me
attention and love I desired from elsewhere and that there was nothing more to
it, that this hurt in my gut was simply because I missed the attention...I
missed his hugs, his laugh, his dry jokes that he’d make and laugh at himself
and I would join him since his laugh made me laugh too, I missed the way he
always held my hand, looked into my eyes and said to me “I gatchu” when I was falling apart, I missed
him and the person I was when I was whenever I was with him…myself. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;"> Some messed up part of me, deep down in my
heart always knew I was falling for him, that he had imprinted his mark deep
inside me like poison and I was in too deep,but my biggest battle was between
my brain and my heart and I silently listened to the latter. Maybe because deep
down I knew his love was real, true and unconditional, and I thought it was all
too good to be true. No one had ever loved me truly, maybe because I always
looked for love in all the wrong places. Who could love me? Why would he love
me? I am all kinds of wrong, I don’t even know how to love neither reciprocate
it so why, how could he love me? I couldn’t even separate love from a mere
crush, from lust and I hated myself for it. He saw me for who I was and even
the inner person I had so badly pushed away thanks to societal pressures, he
brought out the best in me and now that he was gone a part of me was gone too,
my heart hurt like a *mother fucker*.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">But they say what is yours will
always find its way back to you, only in my case I had to run back for it,
chase my flower before it landed a better terra firm to blossom on, I had to
fight for love and I was lucky that love won despite my fair share of pain.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed","sans-serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">“Normal people don’t go back to
the things that made them a mess. I guess am abnormal,” he said. “you are my
abnormal person, and just maybe it was meant to be like that.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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this generation. There are men who can love truly in this day and age and not
all men are out to sexually assault you, not all men are monsters, not all men
are dogs, not all men are messed up fucks masked in plug life and ingrained
mistrust, not all men are badly raised and need fixing .Only realize you
attract the person you are, you are a magnet to the men you masquerade yourself
to want. Gentlemen, not all ladies are bad bitches excited about your money so
sit down, shut the fuck up and breathe, give her your time, attention and ears,
a good woman is priceless and only asks for you…although you may need to spoil
her every once or twice *heads up* . How old am I again? Am nineteen and on my
second year in the university, and yes I found my prince charming…he may not be
my happily ever after but all that count is if I ever know what love is and how
to love, it will be because of him. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Bahnschrift SemiBold Condensed", sans-serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="color: #351c75;">@the_socialloner.</span><span style="color: magenta;"><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/null" name="_GoBack"></a><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>2018 has taught me that learning to be on your own is very important ..this year has shown me that you can be really close to someone and they walk out like nothing happened, It has also taught me that dude will always stick to that one girl the love and no matter how much you try to act special towards them they will still go for the one they need. Ladies be aware!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>Sometime last year I met this amazing guy. He was everything in ever wanted in a man. See they always say that there is no perfect person but there is always that perfect one for you, he was the perfect one for me. He taught me my greatest lesson, how to love someone so much without conditions or anything.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b> Heck I had no idea why I loved him, he was an asshole, but I loved him anyway. What's the point of all this? Frankly I'm shit high right now and I'm probably sharing bottled up emotions.But point is, no matter how shitty life gets, no matter how fucked up this generation of ours is, the perfect person exists.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b>The person you love the most is the person that causes you the most pain. My year was amazing. I had this great love, amazing friends... I was living a girl's dreams. But sometimes "I will love you forever" turns to "I have to take care of myself" He left and just like that my world turned upside down.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b> Like I sound like every other heartbroken girl out there but I seriously don't know how to handle this shit. There are so many things I should have said, I should have tried harder to work things out but I just took it all in. And right now it feels like I walk around with dead butterflies in my stomach cause they no longer flatter. </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"><b> Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing makes me happy. But despite all that, I have no regrets. I'd do everything all over again, but this time I'd let him know exactly how much he means to me. But not everyone gets a second chance to make things right, use the one shot you got. Make it count. Cause sometimes that one shot is all you'll ever get.</b></span><br />
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My 2018🤔..............................<br />
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I started it with very positive vibes that it's going to be my new dawn. Like yo😉I was becoming legal this year.<br />
I can't say it went as planned but this year has been a great year for me. It taught me a lot. It showed me the people who are for me and those who were just by me.<br />
For the first time I was committed in a relationship, I loved someone genuinely and I held him down and I expected him to do the same😢but I was wrong. How the I love you messages turned to insult messages..it still remains a nightmare to me.<br />
But as they say, there's light at the end of the tunnel..I saw some light after 2 months of depression. I met new people who made me feel wanted, who made me feel loved. They taught me a lot. Change happens gradually and so far, I've picked up some habits and dropped some along the way.<br />
And my 18th birthday was all I hoped it would be, in fact better than what I had dreamed it would be. Things I have been hoping for come to pass this year...if I had the chance to go back in time, I don't think I would redo anything differently this year. Cause now I can proudly say I am not who I used to be, but a better version of who I used to be.<br />
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So being my awaited year as a form four leaver, I had a lot of things on my checklist.... First and foremost it felt abnormal being a virgin so it was the first thing I wanted to do find love and experience my first sex🤦🏻♀... .<br />
My girlfriend introduced me to parties, also was my first time to go to a party and the usual happened. I got a crush. I have always had a taste for light tall guys and he was one and it usual feel different whenever he stared at me ..leave alone his stare ,his touch always gives me shiver whenever I think of him...<br />
Then we became friendly and went to every party and no weekend would pass us by. That's where I got introduced to alcohol and shash. I wouldn't say it was a bad experience cause I enjoyed it...<br />
So meeting my crush on third round we decided to hit out and had my first sex in the kitchen 😟and I experienced what any other normal girl feels like in the first round. Too bad he was dating and that was the last time I heard from him .😭 there was a time we went for a bash had drinks and mixed up with shash. I lost conscious and some guy decided to use me 😭 I tried out dating for a second round but was not lucky enough cause we broke up......<br />
In the same year a girl proposed to me and I turned down the proposal,<br />
I was a student somewhere and.................. right now I ain't.<br />
....all this shit happened and right now , this coming year I can celebrate knowing I came out of that all this single 😆 not a addict to any drug,am more of an introvert right now (no parties) trying to find out why life is unfair on my side,,still trying to find love!<br />
All in the name of finding freedom.<br />
🖕🏻2018........<br />
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-90512169991782759802018-11-08T12:07:00.000-08:002018-11-08T15:26:46.617-08:00Milennial 3; MESS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Listening to Lil Wayne's carter V, this is probably the best album he's ever written. When you listen to famous or Monalisa and Open letter, you can't miss to love Mess. So I decided to write in the beach so that the sea can wash it away, but that's what we do everyday. Clear our messes!<br />
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It really got me thinking....I mean how do we get involved in relationships, how do we live our lives ?<br />
I was walking by the beach last Friday, It's one of my favorite walks. basically I'm the thinking type, I believe that reflection is the mother wisdom. I love to reflect on my actions, my moves and see went wrong. This time I got to this place in ocean, It was the same place I was at last year in April. Lemme start at last year. The best gift in this life are not expensive, they're free. Trust me on this!<br />
So this girl came to my life very beautiful. she got it all. The way you'd want it. She was in last year in high school, but legal.<br />
Today I'm going to be confusing with my story, but the interesting has few twists, soldier on. So this girl had never met, looks like a fairy tale, I know. But you know this saying, girls fall in love with their ears and men with their eyes. We are all humans and perfect with our own rights.<br />
Apparently my best friend who happens to be a girl, Vanessa being the best story teller told her so much about the man Ochuoga. I'm sure the way I had six packs and the body and everything by then even you would fancy me. I'm not bragging I'm just storytelling how it happened.<br />
So Sharon came around knowing this is the man. I wish she knew.<br />
You see the hardest thing to tell an African man to believe in an easy simple love. Man that's tough, the first perception that comes to our mind is how cheap you are. But I'm now more intrigued to be seduced by a girl. After all they have the weakest and worst pick up lines! I didn't pay much attention to her as such. But you know the word I love you easily comes off the mouth. We at some point said I love you to so many wrong people. Imagine an 11 year old boy telling a girl he's in love. Like how, seriously how ? But well if it makes them happy why not.<br />
So this is how it happened imagine if Nicki Minaj today came told you she's into you or if you are a girl imagine if Jason Derulo or Trey Songz told you this. If Ncki came and was like Felix.....I'm into you! Aiiiiii, None of you who knows me would rest in fact I'd write the longest blog probably. Imagine an Angel like Jacob and its nothing, you can't compare how people get to your life but boom she was there. So while in Mombasa I wrote this caption in the beach<br />
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That was last year. So I passed the same area and it got me thinking. How many hearts have I broken, It's like a cycle that never ends. We fall in love but don't really fall in love. We create so many infatuations.See the mess that I did and that we all do is trying to focus on other people that are of value ij our lives. I walked passed the reef imagining what could have happen with showing a bit more concern.</div>
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This hit me really what's our life, we meet today and the next minute it's bed some of us even do it in the limelight.</div>
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I recall this one time girls were confessing about their sexual innuendos on someone's Instagram stories,man its more than nasty, Our life is such a mess!</div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-44039127198918881822018-10-25T11:27:00.000-07:002018-10-25T11:27:02.412-07:00DIARY OF MILENNIAL CHAPTER 2 ; <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I feel we are brought up in fucked up culture thinking every thing that we do must follow the footsteps of someone. Most of the times our parents. one of the most told stories is about Alexander the Great. The story that people don't know is that Alexander didn't like his father's methods, he defied and despised his dad, his resentment on his father really impacted a lot on him. He went after expeditions trying to make changes here and there. Perhaps this is why he was Alexander The Great. We are raised in a society that Neymar's move to Paris St Germain, is a money move. Perhaps he needs to get out of the shadow of Ronaldo and Messi.<br />
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I'm no different everyday that I get to wake up, I want to get out of my dad's shadow. I believe I should be more of Ochuoga....more of my own self. I believe that standing out to truly standout. Today I'm not a happy man. I feel like being judged for being extra outgoing is being proud. So lemme explain a lot to you today before judging a man to be proud.<br />
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Pride can be a vice and a strength, your way of acting shows weather it's a vice or not. Lemme tell you a story. I recall when this new teacher came to school with a subaru forester came to our school. I had heard of her remarks. Usually when the new teacher would move to our school, we'd want to know how she punishes students and so on. Mrs Watengah came with a different narration.<br />
First assignment was drama festivals. She had a skit, we hadn't met but she called for me to help her out, she gave me a role to be main character and to add she told me to organize a team for the skit. The first name that came in my mind was my best friend Hesbon......we've been friends for a while still best friends. This teacher gave me a role in which in some way shaped my name in the school.<br />
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I remember after performing the skit in school parade later that day during breaktime this small girl came to me, she was telling me about the skit. She asked me, Do you love me ? I looked at her and smiled, I hugged her and told her yes. She was so small, I think this is where the love for babies began. But in that moment I made sure this chick that I liked was watching. It's called killing two birds with one stone.<br />
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The story don't relate much with what I'm to talk about, But I don't give advice I only tell stories. I feel that we are so quick to judge people with big personalities. I have been judged by most of you for instance, I don't pride in looking down to people, I value people. But you see we human beings the moment we notice he/she is better than us we start to think he's proud. I recall a classmate made a big issue because an argument we had between friends. Till today, will argue about Samsung and iPhones , I'll tell you that I prefer Mercedes to Toyota. Or Range rover to Lexus. That's us, we all have our own taste and preferences. But because my taste is different shouldn't stipulate that I'm proud.<br />
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We grow up learning that if you are more outgoing than your friends, family that you are proud. It's already a vice that you judge me because I want out in Java and not Mama Mboga restaurant. Or I decided to go and have Cafedeli do my cake instead of doing a simple Naivas cake. We are so quick to judge the people that want a good life for themselves. Just because I don't confide to your opinions doesn't mean I'm arrogant. If you can't stand up face me doesn't stipulate that I disrespect you.<br />
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You see a girl across the street since she's so beautiful doesn't justify that she's a slay queen. Just because she dresses so well doesn't she is dating your dad ! The fact You'd see her in a club doesn't say she's a whore. In the first place what are you even doing in a club yourself ? Just because you don't see me everyday in church doesn't mean I'm a sinner. Just because I subscribe to Islam doesn't make me an Al shabaab or Alqaeda. Don't so quick to judging. People see me because I stand tall and want to look classy doesn't mean I'm proud. Have your fact right!<br />
When we get talk to people and I get to tell them I love mutura and mahindi choma, they don't believe it. I'm sorry kindly get to know people. You being so quick to judge suggest how mean un adaptive nature you have. Next time before confusing your jealousy for someone who just to make is aggressive on his goals take notes. I have seen parents misjudging their daughter who has passion to model for a slut. I have seen one being chased away for wanting to be a Dj. You don't know how we think yet you want to judge quick. I feel soon will have being lonely and sad for being misjudged.<br />
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-18093036039684401902018-10-13T14:52:00.000-07:002018-10-13T14:54:41.290-07:00What happens when the person you loved the most certainly you loathe the most ???????????<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Imagine if Mayweather lost a fight today ? or imagine if Michael Jackson stopped singing at tender age ? We'd never have any legacy to speak off. I was born loving fewer things one of them is art.<br />
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And my art is writing, I love to write.......To me writing is like my first love that I want to talk about today. I'll always love her. To every guy out there whose always believed in me, you are not my fan, I value you and you are a supporter to my art......Now I'M NO QUITTING....I'm only getting started. So let's talk.<br />
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Yesterday I went to see an ex that was never my girl friend really. But somehow I bet would have been one of my best relationship. I don't believe in love at first except when I meet kids, children or infants, their hearts are just adorable. That felt like this girl called Audrey. She told me that her first car would be an Audi almost like her name.</div>
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Every man has name for his car, the name is usually a girl. One of my neighbor's car is called Shiko.. It's a Mitshubishi. Coincidentally Audrey's second name is Audrey. So why the story of the car ? Well, we all have that favorite name in our bucket list. This is my favorite, The day I buy that G class mercedes V12 engine, I'm sure already know the name. Coincidentally, I love to know how the wound is? I don't offer any apologies for any of my motives !</div>
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My favorite song is Sikomi by Diamond...Every time I listen to the song, the lyrics hits harder. I mean what is love, y'all know me, I prefer my bad traits over the few good ones. An antidote I try to understand is the art to love. I hate to hate cause I hate strongly. In Diamond's words he never gets tired of falling in love, one relationship after the other, he never gets tired, he always ends up in another relationship. I mean that's typically me sometimes I wonder when this ever stops. I heard you have to kiss a thousand frogs before meeting the right ones but it feels like some of us have even kissed some fisi (hyena) in the process to find their soulmate. I mean what is love ?</div>
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The day I came from unyagoni ( I can't translate this) I remember this poem playing so well. It hurts to love someone and not to be loved in return, but what is more painful is to love someone and never find courage to let that person know how you feel . This has always motivated me to go after my crush, I wonder If I'll ever let Nicki know off my feelings or Priyanka Chopra for that matter, If she only knew I'd kill for the lips! </div>
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There's no greater feeling in this world than to be loved; as a matter of fact My sister Angie believes that the greatest lesson is to love and to be loved in return! I call her Malaika she has a beautiful heart, though I miss stealing her chocolates and I miss her coffee. The love! Some people just know it so well. The poem continues with a hurting notch that giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they'll love you in return! Don't expect love in return just wait for it to grow....but if it doesn't be content it grew in your heart. Man that's deep, it makes me pay attention to my inner circle. LOVE IS A BIG WORD.......</div>
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I don't want to imagine hate really, its not strong its more, Have you ever loved someone and in a spur you hate them the most. Like the memories and moments you created and had don't hold water like the hate you have for them. Man that's the worst feeling, Like one moment I really loved and you were my favorite person and all of sudden my feelings for you are dead. Like completely dead ! Dead like that rose, even if watered can't get back to my life....It's rose comparison cause it doesn't stink, It's just dead. It's Like how Klaus would dagger any of his siblings, you know looking and feeling dead, you are completely useless.<br />
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Many of you are probably having as its impossible, at some point it makes sense, I have always believed that if you love someone the feeling can't die but then what is love. here's my definition. love is the feeling when you take away the romancing and kissing and still find out you still care for that person, Being in love according to Sharon (Isharnie) is that overwhelming feeling of compassion for someone that even without meeting them you already care for them and when you meet them without saying a single minute means heaven to you already. What's your definition of the two.....</div>
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I can't describe hate but I know how to hate, When I hate I hate strongly. It's like the cordial relationship I share with mosquitoes, They disturb me but once I get my racket I even love the smell when the electric shock tick tack its body. I hate with love......Does such a thing exist ???????</div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-7809722170612820762018-09-20T14:17:00.000-07:002018-09-20T14:19:16.278-07:00DIARY OF MILLENIAL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i>Chapter 1: The Pretense.........</i><br />
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<i>Yaaay it's Friday....Weekend mode is just setting in.........I love Fridays......I don't know why but its Friday.</i><br />
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<i> I heard the journey of a thousand miles starts with one step........</i><br />
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<i>I'm a milennial, my mum calls us the selfie selfish generation and that everything that we do has to be on Instagram................</i><br />
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<i>Lemme tell you a story....no wait first, I hate cheap perfumes, I hate the smell. It makes me sick. I hate people that overdo it too, it suffocates....now lemme tell you a story.</i><br />
<i> Back when growing, I had a tendency to only go for shopping if it's nyama(meat). My love for meat dates back. So whenever I heard we were going to eat veggies, I'd close the doors of my room and read, just to avoid buying cabbage.</i><br />
<i> Man I hate cabbage! The butcher was my best friend, He'd always add me a piece, and I'd run home start preparing just to eat my piece. Not to cook, laziness runs deep in my blood. The butcher guy was African....he used to speak my vernacular but I'm born town, I'm from the millenium generation and that language is not in my tongue. But one day something happened, the somalis bought the place, so some waria (muslim) was there, I asked for the previous guy, I was pissed, Not that I don't like Arabs or muslims.......But this guy just spit not far from the meat. I had extra cash, I threw the meat to the dogs, I was very much disgusted............I vowed never to go back......I'm loyal.....ask my Masai friend who sells me sukuma wiki............</i><br />
<i>Just the other day, Francis took me from swimming, man I have forgotten some moves, I forgot about the butterfly, I used to be somewhere close to good. We went to swim where we used to swim when we were kids...........being a weekday, there are school children coming to swim....these kids are so lucky. Except that they are girls are to make it worse they are Muslims.....I have nothing on the religion but I hate the pretense.......<br /><br /> So the lifeguard tells me I have to get out let the muslims girls swim for an hour!</i><br />
<i>The other day I told this somali guy to stop having sex with this girl in the swimming pool in front of these children, You want do it public, make a video and take it to pornhub. we don't want your filth in this place. This chlorine can't filter everything! </i><br />
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<i>Here's another incidence, 5 months ago, I went to my traditional swimming pool, just around the block. I paid like everyone. This time I was with Terry a good friend, in fact I call him bro he is a relative to the pretentious Mheshimiwa Jaguar. Apparently we've been swimming to about 3 hours, its three. The lifeguard informs me that at four some Muslims ladies need to swim and that they can't swim with us! Yeah you heard it right. So I told him plainly I'm not getting out and that's it. I was pissed just like you'd pissed if you were told the same story. So I caused chaos and drama after drama until they were unable to swim. </i><br />
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<i>See I have nothing on these people but I have never been served in any big hotel by an islamic lady or guy, nor any club. Anytime I have ever boarded a matatu with these people, I get a running nose. Does any of these ring a bell. Well if it doesn't, to me the word on my mind is dirt. </i><br />
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<i>The truth is the highest percentage of people who do perfume, they rarely take a shower. Lemme set the record straight, these are not Arabs from Dubai or Qatar. In such places, you can't access cheap perfume, in fact these places are world tourist sites. Go to Eastleigh tomorrow. The scent is melancholic, abhorrent, disturbing. So I'm wondering who should be complaining. Me or them...........</i><br />
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<i>Now that's not worse. In Islam, a girl is expected to stay virgin till marriage. Which is accepted, same with Indians, but wait these people can't hold their tiny cocks, they always after Christian or rather Africans. No lie and I'm not making this. Stop reading just create an account in Facebook and have a very beautiful name of a lady. In less than an hour you'll have over 100 some Chatur or Raja sijui Prakash or some Mohammed. I call them pussy~thirsty. They can't hold their tiny things in their long dresses. No wander they have dresses for men's wear just to tell they have nothing.</i><br />
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<i>I hate the kind of pretense that we are fighting a holy war, Holy war and you are killing children. You pray too much yet when it comes to World cup you are beaten 5;0 to show you how worthless you are. If you gave Messi a team with Thika United they'd beat any Arabian team. I promise you it's true.</i><br />
<i>I hate pretense. My dear if you are Christian dating these people run, they'll play you. Their fingers is full of filth and dirt.</i><br />
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<i>I am just the milennial next tired of this kind of pretense, I have to put with everyday. Forced to sit next to the long covered head to black. And has to adhere to this lady with 50 shillings perfume. Man I hate these pretense!</i></div>
This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-30765952319639031692018-09-06T14:58:00.001-07:002018-09-06T14:58:24.603-07:00Filthy fingers....!!!!!!!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You saw her.....<br />
You said she's the apple of your.<br />
You went after her with a noble heart,<br />
You claimed you were different from other guys...<br />
That in you she'd find refuge.<br />
That in you she'd hurt no more,<br />
That in you she'd weep no more,<br />
You said that you'd be one call away,<br />
And she wanted something just like this....<br />
No superhero fairytale<br />
No batman and his fist, no spiderman...<br />
She just wanted someone she could kiss....<br />
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And in her eyes you shone so bright....<br />
Like 'em diamonds in the sky.....<br />
With bright light, no ecstacy, but love...<br />
Every moment with you she felt...<br />
like the voice of the flowers..........<br />
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And the people are talking....<br />
The people are saying that you have been playing her heart....<br />
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Like a grand piano.........<br />
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And lately she's been having dreams.........<br />
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You remind me of a poem I did in high school,<br />
A man of filth dating a lady of class...<br />
With his nails uncut and black...<br />
His body unwashed, hasn't bathed in ages....<br />
That's what you're in the outside you're the meek lamb,<br />
The inside is raging hyena.....<br />
Greed, greed....and yet you believe you've conquered it all.......<br />
You're a hero.... look at you a disgrace.......<br />
What will tell your daughter if you ever have one.......<br />
That you were faithful.....a lying piece of melancholy.....<br />
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No offence but you remind me of Arsene Wenger, a team like Arsenal yet no trophy.....<br />
Man if you only knew she's the Ronaldo that every heart adores,<br />
She has trophies, the joy of every man, and you think you can make part of your Arsenal...<br />
Shame! Shame! Shame! You're such a scam....<br />
Men of your caliber deserves a daughter as a first born,<br />
She will remind you of your filthy fingers.....<br />
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And now you have massive trophies...you've conquered it all...<br />
Big up..... man, You need an oscar, what a victory,<br />
You need an accolade...You've done it all,<br />
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You've made it <b><i>!!!!!!!!!!!</i></b></h2>
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<b><i>Dirt like these politicians,</i></b><br />
<b><i>the only missing piece is Arap....</i></b><br />
<b><i>Mashamba, keep toiling with good hearts</i></b><br />
<b><i>like he does with our fought for land...</i></b><br />
<b><i>from the white highlands.....</i></b><br />
<b><i>ye you claim you're a man of class....</i></b><br />
<b><i>standards all.</i></b><br />
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<b><i> Man your fingers are filthy</i></b><br />
<b><i>Your hands are like birdman</i></b><br />
<b><i>like Rose, I pray these freshers get to see the light.</i></b><br />
<b><i>I mean these hearts get to see light,</i></b><br />
<b><i>At the end of the tunnel.</i></b><br />
<b><i>Your filthy fingers make me sick,</i></b><br />
<b><i>To make them beauty think I'm dog</i></b><br />
<b><i>And to say what I'd make a chiwawa ???</i></b><br />
<b><i>Your fingers like chawa,</i></b><br />
<b><i>Only got the devil's final set piece.....</i></b><br />
<b><i>You come to devour and.......</i></b><br />
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With zeal and peacock...<br />
You pride in your cockius actions<br />
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You are a melancholy......<br />
Hope you know you are the reason....<br />
Trump calls us shit hole country.<br />
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-20769423225011248422018-09-03T12:42:00.000-07:002018-09-03T13:06:08.325-07:00Why are you cheating............????????<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I went to a high school that was probably feared by other boys school, yet loved by parents. You know why ? Discipline.....y'all know about the discipline saying, so i won't bother talking about it. My high school didn't shape me. I shaped myself, I have always believed in my own ideologies some of which I'm doing in my other blog domain thisisochuoga.wordpress.com. Make a point to check them out. Now let get back to me.<br />
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I'm from listening to millions by John Legend.<br />
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It's a beautiful song, In fact I love courtship songs, after all ladies will agree with me that the best part in a relationship is at the courtship level. You know it's true, first of all you're aware he likes you. He's hesitating that you'd say no, which is the good thing. He'll tremble going to chat you. Then you know you are debating how am I going to be hard at it. So you're trying to figure whether you'll ever see him again. That will judge whether you'll give him your phone number. So rather you give him your Instagram account name........<br />
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It goes down in the DM.......but your Instagram is on private account, something that makes me wonder..........why make it private in the first and it's social media.....I'll let it slip. Let's go on.<br />
So this guy has made all the attempts. You know he's cute, all your wide circle is aware, he has the approval from even the critics of your girl, and the critic is ugliest.....something I wonder why yet is the best friend......<br />
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He has your number, he's either a charmer, like me, cute like me or he's the seducer type, like me still. You know he has a way with his word, or h'es the muscular type and his abs will turn you the next minute, which I still have. Not that I'm trying to market your self but you know....some of us just got it all. I am not bragging by the way, I'm a Luo, we don't brag it's our lifestyle. So you know he's taken you through all dates and you know you still want to enjoy all his efforts. He's probably the bad boy type Like I, so you want to see to what extent your beauty will tame his bad but good ways !<br />
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While growing up, my favorite articles in the newspaper were of Phillip Kitoto on Daily Nation . I know him at a personal level, this guy he is a good speaker and one of the best writers especially on relationship. You see while growing up my dad always advised not to be in a relationship, I believe his intentions were to make sure I get the best of my grades and you know I'd achieve it all. So I'd read the articles, I wanted to know the problems that people go through while dating. Man I've read many, it's like married people love to fight. So the latest article I read was actually was on today. I <b>want him back, though I cheated on him.... </b><br />
Simply infidelity........Do you recall this program called cheaters on Tv. Whoever came up with it must be a genius, think about it, but lemme not expound too much on it.<br />
<b><i> SO WHY DO PEOPLE</i></b> <b><i>CHEAT ????????</i></b><br />
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Stick with me.....remember how I started, courtship is the best part in any relationship. So how comes the apple of your eye became two or three...or did you add njahe and minji to your githeri or is it not you who said, that she's the only beans in your githeri ???? You sang to her how you Ed Sheeran is your protege and that you fell in love while you were still young, Or how she was the only one in your millions, or did the millions add up....<br />
It said that men love with their eyes, no wonder you're fooled babe it's love in the first sight. But wait he has two eyes.....Women love with their ears....... these are arguable facts.....you can debate on it. Men tend to cheat more and women tend to cheat less, I'll tell you why......A man cannot hide his feelings for even a minute, even if he's lusting and a woman can hide her feelings from a man for more than 40 years......I'm sure you did your probability and statistics do the math !<br />
We all have our taste and preference, I have my own taste.....you have yours too. I like chocolate or light complexion, dimples....figure 8 does it for me...I prefer natural, no make up........that's me on appearance. But what happens when people change ? Oh I know you're going to believe the lie that he'll only remember how you first made his heart skip a beat!..........that's a good white lie, if you told my grandma she'll feel flattered. But that is what we want to hear a flattery.<br />
In my research the Chinese and Japanese men cheat least, then whites, then black men cheat most. I won't speak of Muslims, cause they're on another level of pretense.......<br />
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So why the stats..... Chinese and Japanese women love to take care of their bodies, leave the rules aside, I recently talked to a Chinese lady thinking she was 20 only to find that she is 45 and has three children, her first born is older than me....I got played. If you talked to Chinese women be careful......don't talk to the age mate of your mom... the chances of you embarrassing yourself are high. Those ladies take care of themselves, Now come to Africa where after marriage, you sit yourself you know, you no longer want to impress him or her. When you in the house you wear those gowns, you are always on your night dress, you expect that he won't go for other ladies ????? Don't play yourself. He loves with his eyes and the moment you start looking like something that's not close to beauty.......what do you expect, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder..........are you staying beautiful ? I was just talking to a friend she is a pharmacist......Is it normal that African after birth have to be this big, so how comes you know someone was looking like Vera Sidika and the next minute she looks like Dj Khaled ????? and you want the guy not to look at young faces......Women are the most followed people on earth, Selena Gomez for that matter. In Kenya Vera is just a socialite but do you know how many have commit adultery with her in their mind ? think twice my dear, don't lie to yourself that he's always going to love you...he's not Whitney Houston! Beyonce and Zari both have children look at them don't excuse yourself......<br />
You've been married together for 10 years, when you met you looked like Trey Songz. She told you that your abs turns her on in fact drives her nuts. Now you look like Rick Ross. Boy please and there's a kid next corner at his 20s and has all the abs and has great physique.....Don't play yourself..........you know better.<br />
I'm not saying that's it's only body that make you cheat. But what made you get attracted to each other ? Beautiful soul, good heart. Don't lie to yourself you're not God. Who goes after the heart. We are in age when where you get Davi writing to newspaper saying he needs a sugarmummy for mutual benefits............and you there trying not to get jealous wake up......<br />
Don't sugarcoat when you washing a shirt with another woman's kiss.......<br />
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-67342921861284274322018-08-03T15:02:00.000-07:002018-08-03T15:07:05.450-07:00The Heart of A Baby<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today's blog is about my laptop and phone's screen saver. It's cute, Lemme share it to you. I know! No wonder I admire it. I bet you like it too.<br />
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The promise of always and forever ended, damn it's sad.................<br />
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I'm just from watching the last episode of the Originals. It's sad really sad. When Your favorite series coming to an end but that's not it, your favorite character dying. Man it's sad very sad, I was scared of watching the last part. I didn't wish for Klaus to die.<br />
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He reminds me of my high school life and how kina Joel and Joshua would call me Nicklaus and somehow Njogu would tell me I lead like him.<br />
I even practiced his accent, The guy made me master the art of war, seduction and even power, to remain in power and to make people respect the fear you have. It's very emotional you know that some art could carry your heart away like this.<br />
It reminds of my small brother George telling me how we act in similarities. To be honest I fancied this series you know the way every kid loved Ben Ten and Bakugan and Spiderman, and how every girl wishes for a superman in her life. Yes it's emotional but it is what is. But why did the best actor die?<br />
To save his daughter. I guess that's how every villain beast dies.<br />
Have you ever wondered why it has to be that way, I mean in every story there's a scapegoat of it, someone else to take the blame. But I guess it's how kids are so magnificent in our life. Of all my masterpieces that I bring to enchant and entertained, this I'd like to keep in my heart and to reminds me of my days to come. So let's the story begin.<br />
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Like any other man in a relationship we make promises some we can't keep, The beauty is that those little promises are so short yet sweet no wander Sautisol's song was a hit. Like I said I'm no difference from any other man. So you know I told my girl that If I was to do all to prove my love for her, I would. But I told her if by saying to her would mean everything to her, to me I'd be lying to her an that's why I took pursuit of song I'll be there by UB40, <span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">I </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">never promised you romance</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">I never said that I would dance</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">And I’m not learning</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">But I would put no one above you</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">And you will always know I care</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">As long as you let me love you</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;" /><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">I'll be there........</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;"> The truth is I like to be a man of my own words, not necessarily, But I said something perhaps every wife would tell her husband that what would take my heart from you is kids, which is true. Which is my blog today the heart of a kid. Ever wondered why Jesus said bring the children to me. Cause they're blameless their is so pure and magnificent, You punish her now the next minute you're laughing together. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">While in my trip to Kibwezi, a friend asked me what I'd like to do after retire, In my mind I was like maybe write books, travel have all the fun, but I told her I'd like to be in my death bed probably carrying a kid in my arms, you know I enjoy just to baby sit. It's beautiful, if you're looking for unconditional love just go and sit next to children. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;"> Many people hate the villains, the bad guys everyone does, sometimes giving them something that makes them to give unconditional love answers the missing puzzle in their, usually the turning point. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;"> The mom wondered, I mean you'd wonder if it were your baby. But I broke the silence I told her my mum calls me baby whisperer which is a bit true, I don't know how true this is......She was like could you hold her for me for a second, I was like sure.........Such a beauty, My baby escapades never ends probably as you are reading this I'm holding one......</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , "arial"; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;"> Last January I wrote a story, telling you guys how girls go through lots of stuff. I remember this cousin of mine telling me of her daughter Mayana... I hope I got the spellings right. That she really struggled for her baby, You know trying to handle people's thoughts of abortion, how everybody would look into her eyes like some sort of filth. It grieves my heart of what human beings thoughts are! But she told the beauty of this is that God gave her a blessing and that's the name of the baby. Really beautiful, I was just looking at her and damned she's blessed! I believe the best things in life are achieved through tremendous pain, ask a lady what's the biggest thing she has as a blessing in her life?</span></span></div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-51513275605378991722018-07-10T05:49:00.002-07:002018-07-10T05:55:08.542-07:00Internet.........Women<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's been long, ama you quit writing?<br />
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Well maybe you've not gone through my last piece.<br />
Anyway I love your writing, it gets me through the day, some stories, I can't stop going through over and over. Your writing is good. Except that I'm in need of your advise.<br />
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Here's my story, I'm in a relationship, It's genuine and I love my girl very much except that I'm having issues here and there. Her name is Clara. We met a while ago. I used to watch this soap called Mara Clara back when I was in my last grade back in primary. Everyone loved Mara, yeah I know except that I was crushing on Clara. I always thought she was the queen, plus you know how these directors can paint someone very beautiful look bad on air based on their character.<br />
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So unlike every guy I chose to look at her bright side. Bro she was cute right.........<br />
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So when I met my African Clara, my heart went to heaven saw Jesus and came back. Man this girl is very cute, like she is the epitome of beauty. When I saw her I knew she'd be my Clara.<br />
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Love is a beautiful thing. Yes it is. Love can make you do so many unthinkable things. I'm sure you've done some crazy stuff also. Cause you nail stuff in black and white, I'm sure I can't miss one spoiler. So My Clara didn't force to watch many soap operas, but she did force, there's just a way ladies make guys do something. No wander men make crazy promises whenever the lady is naked. And not that I'm religious but in many verses I've read of proverbs warns kings of women. Them ladies have their own queendom somewhere.<br />
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But bro that's not the issue, I have been with Clara for more than a year, For a reformed player like me that's recommendable. I love this girl, I really do except that I feel that I swiftly moved into a relationship. Like Nyashinki, it was short and sweet and somehow all moments sounds like short and sweet. You know the moments can't last, I don't get time to let her know that she's my reason for breathing. How can I even tell her that she's the air that I breathe.<br />
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Lemme head on, I think Instagram is one of the reason for breakups, man there's this chick and then the other. I love my girl but all the time I feel like its not the right time for me to be in a relationship. I feel like I should have my time to play my chase, you know have my last dance then. What's hold me is what I have with my girl, Can I ever get what'eve had from any other. It scares what do I do, sometimes I feel I'm cheating just by looking."<br />
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You know what I call them Internet women......one of my favorite sad songs is happier by Ed Sheeran. Especially when the chick can you love someone while in same relationship. I have crocodiles eyes, but watery. Sometimes it's not easy, I mean how do you love when your eyes still want to see. These girls get more beautiful day by day. Not forgetting the beautiful ones aren't born yet.....<br />
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Here's my advise bro,<br />
Every year, there's a miss world. Miss world of 1990 in our world can't fit our match for beauty. I mean beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, A set of many eyes knows miss world. The world set standards for every eye out there.<br />
So don't love the outside beauty, that may fade.........Don't go for looks they may deceive.....it could be the effects of cocoa butter....<br />
Go for the inner beauty, that never fades, go for inner eye, not everyone may holder.<br />
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If Clara makes you smile, stick with her cause she's the one who can lighten that with her smile. She's the only one who will make your dark days bright.<br />
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-68873096695141608012018-07-01T06:37:00.001-07:002018-07-01T07:26:00.800-07:00..............Lynn..............<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You missed me..........<br />
Don't deny it.....<br />
Don't worry I know. The slides in my Dm shows. The blueticks I gave are quite the signs.....<br />
So again where we were again!<br />
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Last time I went on a radio interview, Priscah family media presenter interviewed me on blogs. It was well....... I was nervous, I didn't know what I'd answer. What would she ask. I believe that Cristiano took the big stage he mumbled at some point. And so was I, I had to take few moments to relax and do it right. I had mentioned to everyone about it, It was a stepping stone.<br />
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She asked me what happens when ideas run out. Honestly I didn't have an answer. I sat thinking, what do I say next. My friends call me king, and the challenge has always that king pressure, but well, So I told her, Sometimes taking a break would do. I told even the best footballers don't score in all games...........<br />
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So I took my break, I wanted to see life in a different way, I had to sit down and see how things happens in the real life. What happens when life stop reflecting from your own perspective? What happens when it's about others and not you?<br />
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"So who are you really? Who is Felix?"<br />
Man that's the hardest question, she ever asked? Have you ever been caught agape. I don't like this question, I hate it.<br />
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Back in high school every teacher knew one side of me, I bet they never figured it out. One would say he is a leader, and another oh he'd make the best controversial man, another would say something else, I noticed everyone has a side of me. The truth we choose what to present to everyone.<br />
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You changed, I changed too we both did. Let's not deny the truth. This is what my mind, heart, soul and me said. I have three sides in me fighting, I have three warriors, each fighting a battle. So lets chat, lets talk what happened.<br />
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Felix did you stop writing........I hate quitting, back in class five I had this friend.....James.<br />
I miss the guy, he saw me rising to the top of my A game. Back in Olympic, we had five common enemies, we want the top seat except that this new boy called Tembo came. I guess he was the academic prowess, I mean he was the elephant in this. The guy comes from nowhere then suddenly tops the class. When you thought you had it all covered then the devil appears, I have always this trick of sitting next to the best, learn their strengths, So I abandoned Lynn Barbra.<br />
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That girl, I thought we'd marry, but what a turn of events, I left with no goodbyes as some have left my side with time. Cold heartedly I crept out like the creep itself, left a loving soul. 9 years down the line I still look for that girl. Which reminds me of how many I coldly left without looking back. Some day our paths will cross I hope I'll have the decency to remember her face.<br />
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The memories back then<br />
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Nampendapenda.....<br />
Nani....<br />
Msichana Mmoja........<br />
Nani......<br />
Aaah silali<br />
Aah sikuli<br />
Nani<br />
Aah sinyambi<br />
Nani<br />
Nampenda mpenda........<br />
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And so we sang this song every now and then......the circle huge, she'd only pick of the crowd when all the guys would want a flick of their choosing. And every girl would pick all the other guys. Now we are souls left in the crowd. Abandoned love. We malnourished our feelings, whether kiddish, after all its the purest of them all. I hope someday will sit down together and laugh with each other about these days. How can you laugh when the Song you listened is nothing to smile about.<br />
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Stop to the tears, the crocodile ones never last.....that's me So lets chat my story telling begins. Wait... I have a message for you reading this....I'm sure there's something you are anticipating to do, here's a piece of advice,<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><strike style="color: blue;"> Don't wait for the perfect moment, just take it and make it perfect</strike>. I'm back!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Wait for it..............</span><br />
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You’re a celebrity.............figure! You’re big man now, like big shaq, you’re international now! </div>
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Ochuoga give us the advantages of communication.... that’s now way back in primary..........something are not easy to get away from! That’s the power of education now....Mrs Mulingwa would be very proud that I said that! </div>
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<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Growing up I didn’t spend most times with guys, I grew up with my bros in boarding schools so I used to play with girls. I played all the African games for the girl child, it used to be fun kwanza kati, I miss the moves the down missing I used to do, I missed playing ‘ajwa’ it used to be fun I really missed so many games....I think I’m going to learn all these games and make sure my kids learn them so this blog will remind me. Now lemme tell you my kalongolongo story! </span></div>
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This is Ochuogahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09218096412195460117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7322459264350198698.post-42933284606837452822018-02-24T02:23:00.002-08:002018-02-24T02:23:32.799-08:00Freedom is a state of mind <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I decide to check this time, I open your message, you tell me you’d like to talk, so you ask about schedule on Friday. I know I’ll be done with exams but since I haven’t quite mastered the art of saying no, I agree! You give me brief info about yourself and I understand you’re a big corporate man. It leaves me in question what is it that a 20 year old can tell someone already having a successful career. So he tells me to meet him at Jockey pub at around 6:30 in the evening! </div>
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Him:I’ve never missed any class, I didn’t date either, I was just the geek kid, extrovert introverted! That’s the best way to describe, I lived in my parents dreams of their teen hood, I mean they always wanted something done differently.”</div>
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Him: I heard that great minds are good in bed, you are one hell of a lucky guy! The ladies don’t know you yet! Trust me, it’s matter of days, sleepless nights and calls are coming! </span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Me: I’m not telling him anything anymore but he has more to say, so I’ll listen up but you know best words were never written and shared and so I will not share at this time! Y</span></div>
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<span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">In our daily endeavors we are limited and intertwined with the chains, but you realize the free will comes with the mind! Lemme share a bit, I’m in university with my many limitations, I’d like to try so many things, you too wherever you are! Maybe you’d consider this guy! So whichever the age that you’re in there’s something you’d want to do, go out of your way live your young life. Life is too short and we all slaves of the society thinking so why not go out enjoy have fun. Why inflict the pain in your mind when it’s just but a state of mind! </span></div>
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