Saturday, July 4, 2009

Caught Red-handed: Don't sweat the Ex

Window shopping at Eaton's department store.Image via Wikipedia


What do you do when your boy's alleged ex stomps into his house and finds you wearing his t-shirt and boxers, hung over?

Calmly, say hi to her and haul your ass out of his bed, into the shower and out of the house like a bat out of hell. Preferably with as little noise as possible and no fuss;in a dignified manner , of course. Then confront him later, get an epiphany, turn celibate and swear off drinking forever.

Or you could be more predictable, turn to the shameless girl and soundly abuse her for showing up and messing up an already messed up day. Start a cat fight, scratch, tear and kick each other while the object of both your affections either:

a) watches in amusement

b) tries to pull you apart or

c) kicks you both out

Or better still, invite her to join you both in his bed.







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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Uprising in the Ghetto

Berkshire BluesImage by Professor Bop via Flickr


The room has a UV light that intensifies as it reflects off white clothing: woe unto you if you’re wearing white underwear. It looks like the interior of a Kenyan PSV and has the sound system to boot. It is, however, much more comfortable. My Hip Hop Boi is however, as silent as the grave of King Tut. He has an aura; it betrays his anxiety and his heart’s desire: he wants to possess me.
He cannot have me. I am not a plaything. I am who I am and I will do as I wish. I will not be a man’s consort nor his partner. I ride the wave of life by myself and I am responsible to no one but myself for my own actions.
He is crushed but he dared to touch the flame of independence within me and got burned. I will not be sorry for safeguarding that which is dear to my heart and furthermore, vital to the moulding and achievement my destiny.
My Ghetto HipHopper is no longer mine, repudiated by a force greater than his dream; his prey lives to fight another day.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Michael Jackson, The Follower of his dreams.....

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He was born in Gary, Indiana 50 years ago. Together he formed the famous all boy group, Jackson 5 that titillated girls all over the globe.He was famous for his boyish charm and cute looks. A millionaire at the age of 12, he grew into a man too early in his life and spent the rest of his life clinging on to his hastily cast-aside childhood. He was thrust into the limelight early on in life and he embraced it with grace and elegance. He was constantly under the scrutiny of media and fans; so much so that he became a recluse. He retreated to Neverland, the theme park he called home; then his world turned ugly in the blink of an eye.
Allegations of sexual abuse, an unfortunate smudge on his reputation; this did not deter his fans an iota, though I can imagine he was shaken to the core.
He followed his musical dreams, moved to Qatar and continued living in pursuit of his own personal legend and at the time of his death, was preparing for a world tour.
This is my tribute to Michael Jackson the man, the legend and a symbol of perserverance and excellence. He has inspired many others to follow their musical dreams and the rest of the world got the opportunity to enjoy music on a whole other level. God bless the Jackson family and give them comfort at this time. God took you and may He keep you till we all meet again. You remain a symbol of stellar elegance and the love you had for humanity shines through in yur music. Peace and love to you all
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