tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7754018818910387902024-02-19T19:55:21.268+03:00Life's mysteriesBare, Naked, whatever, See my Heart!joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-39226882302574413672010-02-09T16:41:00.003+03:002010-02-09T16:47:03.467+03:00The real deal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTZ3VKy9xknWEs1bu3TEuu8apP_67zR2EdFcG8g4jh5P20ouqRqROeUOWTa4JTsup_ohU2PIos_GYPp2rlks3MkFALKR8kvSI9MM327vFXHD56J4f71WfUG_jKgQ3Wdyb-4jlUpN4eNc/s1600-h/diamond.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 117px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTZ3VKy9xknWEs1bu3TEuu8apP_67zR2EdFcG8g4jh5P20ouqRqROeUOWTa4JTsup_ohU2PIos_GYPp2rlks3MkFALKR8kvSI9MM327vFXHD56J4f71WfUG_jKgQ3Wdyb-4jlUpN4eNc/s400/diamond.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436239805796237522" /></a><br /><a href="http://jmaruru.wordpress.com/2010/02/08/glass-shattering-hurt-by-rayhab-gachango/">this glass shattering experience</a><br /><br />I came, I broke you apart.<br />you forgot, you were not meant to be<br />a glass, tall, beautiful, wine glass<br />so yes, i broke you apart<br />but the reason I'm Back<br />is cos you are the flexibility<br />the deal, the diamond<br />though rough edged<br />but well brushed<br />aware, knowledgeable<br />unassuming.<br />You now<br />are the real deal.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-28986395644223830222010-02-08T14:02:00.001+03:002010-02-08T17:29:36.830+03:00In reply to Digzer's Potential Love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAnrIAV30j4fUhvt_JKoSb2vEWt8IhdIZ8UVv6JE5wF04fkkS95Kc6w28KG1E3_El7KAvFcbvaG_AlfkY4TZLSdxNa6wJbgXln2LYdbw4op1cmCinwfE1HSxt7lK05LXiI7nrBJiTM6I/s1600-h/Cosy+cat.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 91px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAnrIAV30j4fUhvt_JKoSb2vEWt8IhdIZ8UVv6JE5wF04fkkS95Kc6w28KG1E3_El7KAvFcbvaG_AlfkY4TZLSdxNa6wJbgXln2LYdbw4op1cmCinwfE1HSxt7lK05LXiI7nrBJiTM6I/s320/Cosy+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435879674003758178" /></a><br />wow, <a href="http://myshairi.blogspot.com/2010/02/potential-love.html">found you<br /></a>just for what you think<br />to spread the love<br />to make the love<br />to grow the love<br /><br />only, just only<br />under my smile<br />is the desire<br />that you will meet<br />all my desires<br /><br />so yes smile on<br />cos thats what am looking for<br />when i look at you<br />I die with longing<br />cos in my heart of hearts<br />i want you so bad<br /><br />only so only if<br />todays desire<br />will not turn out<br />my tommorows anathema<br />thanks Digzer for coming my wayjoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-71307295205871729942010-02-08T12:44:00.002+03:002010-02-08T17:32:33.051+03:00wicked imagination<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohe1JZ3FITNTCURS1COCS-4oiZ_y3s_MTgcWrvT2nGF7rklkhPX949Vz5H-yLlRENO-fPKlm3ekNVqUyGq-G8MgnJRjC8G4frP_H9hCvSeUjT0mgqzNMQuyShWFAMIWcrN-qDrSyME0g/s1600-h/download"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjohe1JZ3FITNTCURS1COCS-4oiZ_y3s_MTgcWrvT2nGF7rklkhPX949Vz5H-yLlRENO-fPKlm3ekNVqUyGq-G8MgnJRjC8G4frP_H9hCvSeUjT0mgqzNMQuyShWFAMIWcrN-qDrSyME0g/s320/download" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435880448288266434" /></a><br />actually<br />i bit my lip<br />just thinking<br />what an opportunity it would have been<br />to bite yours<br />but then<br />it was all in my<br />wicked imaginationjoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-65131027137396582732010-02-08T12:39:00.002+03:002010-02-08T17:40:46.964+03:00both of we<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEhEFYM5F7V2gy7QrQz0RxL5OBpmy8744OdHFEnjD5TdeT6jGD-Il63SLWUMDwJJGWhLLGe0CYGXMl0ERF5YdOf-m1MPhRj6Ra6GAXePpPb5uxWiEsX4nRlQlKUIdFCXXvtkeNYPGlpE/s1600-h/300858387_60fdd0dca6.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEhEFYM5F7V2gy7QrQz0RxL5OBpmy8744OdHFEnjD5TdeT6jGD-Il63SLWUMDwJJGWhLLGe0CYGXMl0ERF5YdOf-m1MPhRj6Ra6GAXePpPb5uxWiEsX4nRlQlKUIdFCXXvtkeNYPGlpE/s320/300858387_60fdd0dca6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435882518036308130" /></a><br />why?<br />but why?<br />why cant you be?<br />just like i thought you'd be?<br /><br />why did you change?<br />i met different person in you?<br />now you are completely grey<br />why?<br /><br />ahh...now I see<br />both we are chasing<br />after so much wind<br />and failed to see<br />the tsunami of changes<br />effected on both of wejoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-78758625817379805992010-02-06T11:59:00.002+03:002010-02-08T17:46:03.599+03:00career or stand?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4zhjGtKmLhBzAbfN2JaVNlUgPc3WOxFl0zkioPjjydjpLE4N83bnP0ryp3WvxBpv5r5FlPzpiT50NZbx6BSmvxkIDPiVRyu0_dWR6ZZePakhJh1_gjohkuoAQBI5bCiKVI5p9l8B5sM/s1600-h/cycle+without+carrier.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR4zhjGtKmLhBzAbfN2JaVNlUgPc3WOxFl0zkioPjjydjpLE4N83bnP0ryp3WvxBpv5r5FlPzpiT50NZbx6BSmvxkIDPiVRyu0_dWR6ZZePakhJh1_gjohkuoAQBI5bCiKVI5p9l8B5sM/s320/cycle+without+carrier.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435883603402001138" /></a><br />A young Banker purchased a Cycle<br />Cycle was a beauty<br />But<br />Didn’t has a carrier at the back<br />He sent his brother to get it fixed<br />When the cycle came back with carrier fitted<br />Bank representative noted that<br />Now stand was missing<br />He went to cycle dealer<br />&<br />Asked him why stand have been removed?<br />He told ,<br />Sir,<br />You are working in a Bank<br />You will get one thing.<br />Carrier OR stand<br />IF you will take stand than don't talk about carrier.<br />Or<br />IF you want to make career than do not take Stand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NZOmxp-ZHcIBbZtNVXdj-pTFgYYod6ZXZNRp5K1osbFPLder_hccle72KzsoJvtbIL1azRUeoc1wqn06twtRPctEzHG7QXz597wTkeQQ0R5Y6QS_QZTQvRkqbFxeO4LjCvYwvBIf3w0/s1600-h/cycle+with+carrierimages.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NZOmxp-ZHcIBbZtNVXdj-pTFgYYod6ZXZNRp5K1osbFPLder_hccle72KzsoJvtbIL1azRUeoc1wqn06twtRPctEzHG7QXz597wTkeQQ0R5Y6QS_QZTQvRkqbFxeO4LjCvYwvBIf3w0/s320/cycle+with+carrierimages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435883835820928706" /></a>joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-907938862116935302010-02-01T12:38:00.003+03:002010-02-08T17:51:24.209+03:00BEST POEM IN THE WORLD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_SjbJ-sZYA7vXtAnfEDRAeIqlB6L8aW-WRcUE4yor__0hITghAtigY0QGrRQNP92PG8Y7zkDqzAtNY9Dzvx97LnD4ILL7Oh5rVljQTKUQqeL8SgzGUlVIgk3bULGfaflJuEUNCDCSxw/s1600-h/best.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq_SjbJ-sZYA7vXtAnfEDRAeIqlB6L8aW-WRcUE4yor__0hITghAtigY0QGrRQNP92PG8Y7zkDqzAtNY9Dzvx97LnD4ILL7Oh5rVljQTKUQqeL8SgzGUlVIgk3bULGfaflJuEUNCDCSxw/s320/best.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435885278323926610" /></a><br />Author Unknown<br />(Though possibly written by either the worst sinner or <br />the most thankful person in heaven, or both!)<br />picked from <a href="http://www.precious-testimonies.com/Exhortations/a-e/BestPoem.htm">here</a><br /><br />I was shocked, confused, bewildered <br /> As I entered Heaven's door, <br />Not by the beauty of it all, <br /> Nor the lights or its decor. <br /><br />But it was the folks in Heaven <br /> Who made me sputter and gasp-- <br />The thieves, the liars, the sinners, <br /> The alcoholics and the trash. <br /><br />There stood the kid from seventh grade <br /> Who swiped my lunch money twice. <br />Next to him was my old neighbor <br /> Who never said anything nice. <br /><br />Herb, who I always thought <br /> Was rotting away in hell, <br />Was sitting pretty on cloud nine, <br /> Looking incredibly well. <br /><br />I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? <br /> I would love to hear Your take. <br />How'd all these sinners get up here? <br /> God must've made a mistake. <br /><br />'And why is everyone so quiet, <br /> So somber - give me a clue.' <br />'Hush, child,' He said, 'they're all in shock. <br /> No one thought they'd be seeing you..' <br /><br />JUDGE NOT!! <br /><br />Remember...Just going to church doesn't make you a <br />Christian any more than standing in your garage makes you a car. <br /><br />Every saint has a PAST... <br />Every sinner has a FUTURE! <br />Now it's your turn... Share this poem.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-75836710586785775692010-01-28T11:20:00.003+03:002010-01-28T11:27:02.424+03:00fearless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgL7hcrMlZJfNM9kLHn4kgRsQv87kqYAUcQqgpRDSav79OVlMubHaxdbk7UQDFL7rSk9Vved9fxePMkfTGzdOlJQP9EgYkB693LjNX5u1e9qTHcuT47DcUF02o8opV9QGsmPZl6Fb6aLo/s1600-h/vangamedrive3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgL7hcrMlZJfNM9kLHn4kgRsQv87kqYAUcQqgpRDSav79OVlMubHaxdbk7UQDFL7rSk9Vved9fxePMkfTGzdOlJQP9EgYkB693LjNX5u1e9qTHcuT47DcUF02o8opV9QGsmPZl6Fb6aLo/s320/vangamedrive3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431704057921474130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjkHUFSiBiEfQipyY9qBdAkJV3T1sG8MtOQah8n1wJvOrlCneGy0dE4dWsIyTVTE1tIw3slbRhCizWRtqdcOLjHRehJO9vUAXGk5z4hrg3yh3aOvKDNqlAShzcGKTuCsWkqv__MsmJhw/s1600-h/hyen-lion"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNjkHUFSiBiEfQipyY9qBdAkJV3T1sG8MtOQah8n1wJvOrlCneGy0dE4dWsIyTVTE1tIw3slbRhCizWRtqdcOLjHRehJO9vUAXGk5z4hrg3yh3aOvKDNqlAShzcGKTuCsWkqv__MsmJhw/s320/hyen-lion" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431703399756794018" /></a><br /><br />fearless<br />is what i become<br />having gone from one trial to another<br />seen the goliaths being slain<br />knowing<br />that even the lion and the hyena<br />that lurks on that dark path<br />that i tread on with my two wheel<br />in the forest that leads to the main road<br />to life's sweetest dreams<br />from the village of my past<br />will one day<br />one day, one day, one day,<br />be enclosed by an electric fence<br />that will just make it sport for me<br />then i will be happy<br />to go and snap pictures<br />while in the security of my four wheeljoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-40528463775545571062010-01-28T10:13:00.001+03:002010-01-28T11:13:19.391+03:00Sunset on a Furahiday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByYt8P-dpfOmd1jhTEUlMZjsfEYV5oG-cQ0aqZ0zkkjWlwF-v5-w9tX_E3_MLUnlmEB_90FH-huvDIR4wIs0eZBkkncqxGnRfss_35UueHw74HgQCmDAUnOvqQ9CjszqF92b5nXcwvZQ/s1600-h/sunsetandsilhouette8.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByYt8P-dpfOmd1jhTEUlMZjsfEYV5oG-cQ0aqZ0zkkjWlwF-v5-w9tX_E3_MLUnlmEB_90FH-huvDIR4wIs0eZBkkncqxGnRfss_35UueHw74HgQCmDAUnOvqQ9CjszqF92b5nXcwvZQ/s320/sunsetandsilhouette8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431700737505891490" /></a><br /><br />Look the speed took you<br />away in time Maybe even space. <br />Or maybe fright.<br />The four four driven beyond<br />Allowed flight<br />Nice weekend to you<br />Just before you know it<br />Another freight<br />Monday is here!joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-78009168496764125352010-01-23T12:49:00.002+03:002010-02-08T17:58:08.492+03:00HOW CAN I WALK BACK?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSAz_7RbJU-_PFbhQ1O5NVE0IWDZyhXUALpYHTnzfVSW75d3oS7LIurlp4GkkoUr0fIbD1-bzleY5NEOh6GELIha_tnipX6T6T7UHvxjyDz-Fe0oetUbQlVvnP1hTc2DlrMOSWunQ3F0/s1600-h/walkback.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgSAz_7RbJU-_PFbhQ1O5NVE0IWDZyhXUALpYHTnzfVSW75d3oS7LIurlp4GkkoUr0fIbD1-bzleY5NEOh6GELIha_tnipX6T6T7UHvxjyDz-Fe0oetUbQlVvnP1hTc2DlrMOSWunQ3F0/s400/walkback.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435887011490250738" /></a><br />Walking <a href="http://allpoetry.com/poem/6093949">back?</a> <br />The same shoes i walked in?<br />all the way are they not finished?<br />With stillettos on me now?<br />so you can imagine the damage am doing<br />if i walk right back<br />or even may break the both our bones<br />cos i notice the floor is so slippery<br />and my stillettos gonna leave a huge pothole<br />and my ankles gonna break<br />and my soles gonna be numb<br />and my soul is gonna be torn<br />and my memories are gonna be back<br />no, am not taking a walk<br />down that path<br />it will simply kill me;<br />even you too.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-27919198246887033872010-01-22T22:48:00.002+03:002010-01-23T13:32:34.220+03:00stolen is sweet<a href="http://www.worldpress.org/Africa/1499.cfm">goldenberg </a>was a microscope<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anglo-Leasing_scandal">angloleasing</a> was a binoculars<br />politician was a thief<br />who decided to see<br />and look and see<br />then he saw and stole<br />then like a child<br />hands dipped into the sugar dish<br />mouth full of the sugar<br />he announced<br />look, see,<br />here lies a new invention<br />i have made a new discovery<br />eating sugar is actually sweet<br />angloleasing, goldenbergjoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-57459189479200628232010-01-22T22:40:00.001+03:002010-01-22T22:43:30.131+03:00forgiveness? how-be-it?forgiveness<br />Mmmh? forgive?<br />So hard. I have agonized<br />a pigs life?<br />For a chickens love?<br />Cause you never fail to produce the<br />eggs<br />But refuse to realise<br />That for me to bring forth the bacon<br />I must diejoyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-56629696263450738152010-01-22T12:45:00.000+03:002010-01-22T12:46:48.558+03:00who wants a brainee?nay this brain thingi will not bring food to table....but my money would.<br />This brain will be too serious<br />When all I want is some minutes of pleasure<br />Even if I was to buy<br />Or entice you<br />Make you see and visualize my sixpack<br />Above your one pack<br />Shaking.............<br />You thought I did not have a brain?<br />Didn't I just prove<br />It dwells in between<br />My pants?joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-55561846887312844022010-01-22T12:43:00.000+03:002010-01-22T12:44:52.800+03:00me i want those kissesKiss, lips, gosh...<br />My girl says I be the best<br />Hahahaha....<br /><br />I can't stop kissing her though<br />Cos she admits without knowing<br />She has kissed or been kissed by others<br /><br /><br />I love her kisses too<br />I have to do so<br />Cos they are hottest lips those<br />And I quite understand<br />When I have to share that hotness <br />With other wannabes.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-67197779463092883592010-01-22T12:39:00.000+03:002010-01-22T12:42:13.333+03:00help from unexpected quartersreally...strong hands indeed.<br />Made from something<br />I dont quite like.<br />Someone would despise<br />One who i would pass <br />Without halloing<br /><br />They say<br />Fimbo ya mbali<br />Haiuwi nyoka<br />Your neighbour<br />Yes that obnoxious one<br />Will be the first<br />To answer to your<br />Obvious cry<br />H-E-L-P!joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-21282066872530811882010-01-22T10:08:00.001+03:002010-01-22T10:08:48.981+03:00swaleh mdoeSwaleh Mdoe:<br /><br />Niki angalia kopo langu la saa, naona saa moja imekatika dakika takriban kumi na kenda.....<br />Siku moja.....Babu alipimwa damu kwa kidole na Nurse ikawa damu haitoki. Ilimbidi NURSE amunyonye kidole ndiyo damu itoke.. BABU kuona raha akasema mkojo pia haitoki.....Tafakari Hayo.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-80671921892112756122010-01-22T01:07:00.002+03:002010-01-22T01:17:07.645+03:00ReverieI'm having trouble remembering where the lines cross your face<br />Your smile is fading from memory<br />Wont you hurry back and fill that space again?<br /><br />I'm waiting, watching the rain, quietly willing the phone to ring<br />I suspect this healthy silence,<br />Will continue a few days yet<br /><br />I'm hanging here just reminiscing<br />About all the things you said to me<br />Hoping you plan on returning to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interrupt</span> my reverie<br /><br />You're sweet, sweeter than honey tea<br />You're precious and worth more than gold to me<br />I'm head over heels over feet for youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-24043376827173927692010-01-18T16:23:00.000+03:002010-01-18T16:23:46.321+03:00Police<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="data:image/jpg;base64,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"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 94px;" src="data:image/jpg;base64,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" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />2009 was peculiar. Being the year of being near jacked....and lost precious stuff on my phone including church notes. The phone is another matter<br /><br />I am at the mall late evening one day in March meeting a prospective client. The mall at Westi..you know convinience? Mmmh met my client at Tamambo restaurant, nice place by the way, really cool place that for serious chit chat, deal closure etc etc... So after some considerable damage to my pocket on this evening by my worthy client, we call it an evening. As i go down the stairs at the mall, i remember i need to make certain payments in the morning. So against better judgement i go to pesapoint and withdraw the maximum allowable mmmmh 20k!<br /><br /><br /><br />Unbeknown to me someone had been watching me since my arrival some two hours earlier. I had come and parked beside the main entrance. A marked person.<br /><br />The person happened to be a 'policeman', fully uniformed, G3 in hand and like a dog that carefully knows its master has just left the bar with leftover bones, this dog met me at the main entrance....the dog wagged its tongue...i stopped to listen. Nice cop, by the way, meeting me for first time and having such a cool demeanour, knowledge of current affairs, polished English.... God knows, since i saw the stress these guys expose themselves to provide us mortals with security during the election fiasco time, i have been kinda soft hearted....so listening i did. Ten minutes later I have to remind myself am getting late. The 'policeman' bids me farewell. I head for my car which is just 10 metres across from where we are standing. I enter the car and by now my police friend really is so cool, he becomes my eyes at my back...like njoo, njoo tu...its clear, kata sasa ok.... Obviously after such a gesture, you wanna appreciate ama? So yes i roll down my passenger window just to let him know he is cool, then comes his wagging tongue again....since boss you are going towards town, just lift me upto waumini house? Mmmmh? Did i think twice...hell no. Some voice told me something was wrong, lakini this guy is fly, so cool...ok, I say and open the door for him.<br /><br />20 Metres out of location the guy turns to me and he is like....'i say boss, forget all you heard from me. (more like saying This is a hold up) just give me all the money you withdrew just a few moments ago...' am like 'but, but, but....., ' he is like 'you heard me rigght. Count all of it.' So i reach my pocket and remove my porch....he goes like...can we get more from Atm? And am like what? The ATM gave maximum....now am getting sick. Cos i am diabetic, slight strange people giving strange edits bring strnge reaction on my sugars.<br /><br />'this is not enough money.' he says. 'Could you surrender your phone too? Now now i did not mind the phone. But those notes, random poems and notes joted on the jam?...well i lost them all....at least for life was at stake<br />***************************************<br /><br /><br /><br />Now i thought this my experience was tough one....but i have this friend of mine whose experience was from jupiter, I think. You see he is a sexholic sirnonymous. So one night he is driving down westlands road and guess what? The twilight girls are on the road. Now SS looks at the hordes of girls calling him honey and finds one almost apart from the rest and opens his Merc for the girl. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk5xGYJHUic-QZFdyuaEndrLF2eFaadjji71V0zWo_H_03tIeiE3SSwfYeYzS8XcNJxBXLlSSKH9tOqQbCGvUMT9vhF-J2lX7cZzBNBJ9taLTDrdi-RQKwXS48aN3tt1UnGfI0Dik96E/s1600-h/hooker.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdk5xGYJHUic-QZFdyuaEndrLF2eFaadjji71V0zWo_H_03tIeiE3SSwfYeYzS8XcNJxBXLlSSKH9tOqQbCGvUMT9vhF-J2lX7cZzBNBJ9taLTDrdi-RQKwXS48aN3tt1UnGfI0Dik96E/s320/hooker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428064204809775954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Now this guy though driving a merc does not see the need to spend in a nice lodging to satisfy his needs....so he asks the gal where they should go. She has a ready answer....a parking lot in a certain basement....mmmmh it was going to be so cheap...and he could have sex with her in HIs cushioned merc...nice huh?<br />So off they go....into a basement. The gal asks him for 100 shillings parking fee to pay the askaris...which SS my tycoon pal pays.. When the gal comes she is rearing to go down on him...mmmmmh the works, the SS goes crazy with anticipation...then the gal tells him she will 'BBBJ' him first...he gets into frenzy. This is so perfect, so he believes. Just when he is about to feel loss of brakes a torch lights the dark sky next to his car. His doors are being swung open. A policeman appears with a powerful sony phone that snaps him naked....my guy is so afraid. You see he is a father of a boy who is very proud of him. He is a mover of sorts within his sphere of influence. Now this policeman has perfect proof of what has been caught on camera...his dick...his face...<br /><br />SS has to locate his trouser, which he had<br />removed in a frenzy of passionate feeling. His trouser now in one corner of the car, one side leg inside out..the policeman is barking Orders...toka,toka,toka....nini hii mnafanya hapa malaya nyinyi nyote? Poor SS now resigns to trying to negotiate. The policeman says to him that the offence will land him in prison or 120k fine...SS Thinks about his wife and child....what will he say to them?<br /><br />'surely officer, there must be something somehow we can do about this.' ss pleads. Hakuna, says the policeman, 'hii umalaya hautafanya hapa tena...Ok?' officer, tuongee kama wanaume, niko na ngiri moja hapa... Officer laughs scornfully...'leo utalala ndani buda....na hata wewe malaya msichana, toa pesa au ulale..<br /><br />SS now knows his game has come to an undesired end. The hard on he had developed now a limp worm like thing, the condom earlier worn still on it....<br /><br />Tunaenda polisi station...drive there....as the askari gets into the front seat, G3 on hand.....an afterthought.....'how much can you raise?' wapi ATM card? SS remembers he has some cash.....SS is released after quite some haggling.<br /><br />he however replays in his mind. the hooker had already been paid. The hooker in the confusion had seen where SS had dropped his wallet and hooked out the money in the wallet. SS goes to Westlands the MALL and withdraws some money in the company of the police and the hooker.<br /><br />Later SS notices he had been duped. this was a classic gang of thieves. the hooker was all the time in the game with the police person.And it was not a policeman anyway.<br /><br />SS had met his match. He was 20,000/= poorer by midnight.<br /><br />***************************************************************<br /><br />Two more weeks and the public justice murder a police rogue in uniform for harrasing wanainchi at night within the westlands area. SS was elated.... Me? I think so too.joyunspeakable2011http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629278234680114096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-14225088416430032392010-01-13T23:44:00.003+03:002010-01-14T00:47:58.726+03:00The essence of a womanTaking time off to do some volunteering work has been amazing and challenging but I would do it all over again given the chance. Walked into the centre and it was like I never left, it was filled with familiar faces and some not so familiar and before I knew it I was sent off to work running workshops and doing what came so naturally connecting with my girls some of them older than me some younger but it didn't matter. Some younger girls caught my attention during recess as they twirled around pretending to be dancing at a ball and they were a vision of beauty. Their faces all lit up and flashed pink cheeks from all the laughing and dancing lost in a world of their own. Caught up in the moment I totally forgot I was conversing with two other girls who were taken by the view as well. One of them remarked that they would have loved to be pretty and to my horror the other said that she was cursed to have been born pretty.<br /><br />Now my girls have had issues in their lives that would break any ones heart hearing their stories and we are working on rebuilding them but those comments got me thinking how women generally ache over the issue of beauty. Its true of every woman even those who might think are totally accomplished with self confidence. We ache to be beautiful, to believe we are beautiful and worry over keeping it if ever we can.<br /><br />We sometimes beat ourselves up because we simply do not measure up. When the picture on the mirror doesn't match the cover of the magazine and we become consumed with our insecurities. Now the desire to be beautiful has caused many women untold grief(how many diets have you been on?) Countless tears have been shed and hearts broken in its pursuit. For others beauty has been shamed,used and abused. Some have learnt that possessing beauty can be dangerous. And yet- and this is just astounding- in spite of all the pain and distress that beauty has caused us as women the desire remains. But all these self help remedies never fill the gaping holes in our lives, they are never enough because sooner or later we find ourselves back in the same position of feeling unwanted, unseen, unsought, uncertain.<br /><br />It doesn't stop at the outward beauty but more a desire to be captivating in the depths of who you are. Outward beauty would be hollow were it not for the beauty of the heart.<br /><br />A dear friend once said to me that a woman was the Master's finishing touch, the crescendo, the crown of creation ( this was during one of my rants of how I wish sometimes I had been born male). Beauty is an essence that dwells within every woman, given to you by God.<br /><br />Beauty is the most essential and yes, the most misunderstood of all feminine qualities. However its an essence that every woman carries from the moment of her creation. The only things standing in the way of our beauty are our doubts and fears, and the hiding and striving we fall to as a result.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-72725965346616827942010-01-11T00:46:00.002+03:002010-01-11T01:12:47.204+03:00You got me goodI wait in the silence to hear your voice, just to hear your call<br />And I will catch the intonation of every syllable as it falls<br />No one can replace it, my words cannot attain it<br />Your love is boundless, without condition, I fumble with words to explain it<br />Warm me with your love, thaw my unbelief<br />Lift me from the floor and place me back upon my feet<br />You renew my strength so I can walk and not faint<br />My hope is in you, you have my heart and my faith<br /><br />Where would I be without you?<br />My skin crawls with the very thought of a world without you<br />And even if I die, I know that I cannot be without you<br />Cause the afterlife means that after life I'll never be without you<br />But for now I'll focus on the time on earth we share<br />And when the silence fall, you're there<br />Still waiting to care for any load I have to bear<br />So in the silence of these moments, my heart whispers this prayer<br /><br />When hope is lost, I'll call you saviour<br />When pain surrounds, I'll call you healer<br />When the silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart<br /><br />Insecurities have me going insane, I've never been so lame<br />Your voice to me is calming like rain on a window pane<br />What I didnt deserve, you covered with your loving words<br />You reached out and embraced me, without you I am flakey<br />But now I am all new cos your love completely remakes me<br />Ever you will be the song of my heart regardless<br />Cos you are the light of life that got sparked in my darkness<br /><br />Inspite of all my failures and mistakes,my shame and disgrace<br />You took my life and covered it with grace<br />I know that all my steps are ordered by you<br />And so I step with confidence because your love is true<br />When I'm tossed by life's winds and waves<br />I'm not afraid cos you've got power, you're mighty to save<br />Not too concerned even when alone<br />I know late into the night when tears fall you hold me<br /><br />I will praise you, when the tears fall, still I will sing<br />I will praise you, through the suffering, still I will sing<br /><br />Take my state of heart<br />Take my state of mind<br />Take the fear I have<br />Take the pain I hideUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-14689709044201614902010-01-05T23:00:00.002+03:002010-01-05T23:15:24.056+03:00Hopeless RomanticI'm saying sorry in advance cos this wont always got to plan<br />Though we dont mean to take our love for granted<br />It is in our nature to forget what matters<br />When the going is getting tough<br />And we're all about giving up<br />Things that we never thought we'd gonna say<br />Gonna say them<br />Things we never thought we'd play<br />Gonna play them<br />It aint perfect but its worth it<br />And its always getting better<br />Its gonna take time to make it right<br />Cos I'm still learning the art of love<br />I'm still trying not to mess it up<br />So whenever I stumble let me know<br />You need to spell it out for me<br />If I ever hurt you it not my intention<br />Cos we're gonna make mistakes<br />Find out how much your heart can take<br />But I know you've got my back<br />And baby I got yours<br />Sometimes I'm gonna miss<br />I'm still learning how to give<br />I'm not giving up<br />I'm still learning how to love<br />I'm gonna get it right sometimes<br />While I am learning the art of love<br />But when I stumble<br />You need to let me know<br />You need to spell it outUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-91893617309273899592010-01-04T01:08:00.002+03:002010-01-04T01:31:09.884+03:00Dreaming againHolding his hand on a starry night I asked what the future held for me<br />Would I be pretty? Would I be famous? Would I be a scholar? Would I...?<br />He laughed and said...child you will be whatever you set your heart on being<br />And let no one tell you that you cannot be, the canvas is blank colour it bright<br />Reaching for the sky will only be selling yourself short<br />So spread your wings and prepare for flight<br />Watching out for the plans heaven has for you<br />For they will sure unfold as you grow<br />Dream big child, having faith in those dreams<br />Dare to do great things even what seems laughable<br /><br />I dreamt, filled with hope and a passion<br />The world was mine for the taking<br />I could do the impossible, reach the unreachable<br />I acquired trophies and titles<br />I pushed through barriers and jumped huddles<br />But not without cost<br />With disappointments, bruises and wounds<br />With hurts that threatened to tear me apart<br />I even lost a bit of self<br />Somehow along the way I stopped dreaming<br />The flame of hope dwindled to a flicker<br />Then it all together died<br />Passion replaced by existence not living at all<br />However I dare to dream again<br /><br />I dare to hope and have faith<br />Rediscovering the heart of that young girl<br />A heart not jaded<br />The girl who thought she could do the impossibleUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-50562544745976833322010-01-03T00:47:00.002+03:002010-01-03T00:59:16.555+03:00WallsI have built a city here<br />With walls as tall as can be<br />Just wanted a safer place to hide<br />I dont want to be safe tonight<br />Feels like the walls are caving<br />My back is against the wall<br />And I want to crumble<br />Breaking free of my bondage<br />I need you like a hurricane<br />thunder crushing wind and rain<br />To tear my walls down<br />I need you like a burning flame<br />A wild fire untamed<br />To burn this walls down<br />Dont wait for an invitation<br />Cos I lack the strength to ask<br />Knock through and get to meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-48803085824101827082009-12-04T01:15:00.002+03:002009-12-04T01:32:11.938+03:00MeStrong on the outside<br />But coming apart at the seams<br />Thats me<br />Hidding in my skin<br />Broken from within<br />Tragically always together<br />But bruised underneath<br />Thats me<br />I stand just to stumble<br />I trip on my pride<br />Why do I always try to hide<br />But you see the real me<br />Unveil me completely<br />I am loosening my grasp<br />There is no need to mask my frailty<br /><br />Patiently waiting to pick up<br />The pieces of me<br />Thats you<br />Healer of hearts<br />When the world leaves it broken in two<br />That's always You<br />You stretch your arms to reach for me<br />Weaving the tattered fabric of my life<br />Into a perfect tapestry<br />Wonderful, Beautiful<br />Thats what you see<br />When you look at me<br />Cos you see the real meUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-61114100150088801232009-12-01T00:07:00.002+03:002009-12-01T00:35:20.757+03:00Company I keepI have realised or it has been pointed out to me then when I am undergoing and internal crisis I tend to organised my external surrounding, cleaning and tidying obsessively in a bid to get some calm.....may be true...someone should have warned me about making friends with psychology geeks<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anyhu</span>, I was having one of those days of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">frantically</span> organising my already neat and tidy office cause for many reasons am unsettled. Halfway through the day I caught my reflection in the ladies( perfect thinking place) and noticed my eyebrows that were quickly turning into a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">monobrow</span>....get that on my to do list which was growing longer than a mile...move it to the top of the list I suppose.<br /><br />Some workmate of mine/friend/strange annoying person/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> know why we are friends cos he is so annoying, was booking some beauty treatment using my phone( wonder why) in my working space( <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cluttering</span>, invasion of personal space). I asked him to book me in for an EYEBROW wax latest time they had and shooed him out to get on with work.<br /><br />Cancelled meeting GREAT snicked out of office headed for the beauty spot met receptionist who always looks bored and caked with make up showed me to the rooms and in came an oriental woman with heavy accent asking why I was still dressed. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Stunned</span> she carried on talking muttering stuff I could hardly hear asked whether it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">brazillian</span> or bikini now that had me off the bed and reaching for the door. She asks where u go me not done nothing and in my head I was like yeah and you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">aint</span> going to be doing anything anywhere near there.<br /><br />She opened the door and shouted at the forever bored receptionist asking what kind of wax I was having. The place was packed with middle aged women escaping their NOT stressful lives and the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Chinx</span> is going she say(pointing at me) eyebrow you(receptionist) say <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">brazil</span> then she( pointing to some other beautician) say bikini..wot do? Wow I had my fill of embarrassment and left with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">monobrow</span>.<br /><br />How did a simple eyebrow wax turn into waxing of my bits...........then it hit me the idiot of a friend had decided to pull a fast one on me.<br /><br />Need to get him back...I will be having the last laughUnknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-775401881891038790.post-31730918242982984982009-11-29T20:38:00.002+03:002009-11-29T20:49:58.825+03:00Stolen MemoriesYou called at my door, I was elated but surprised<br />Cos you've been gone a long while<br />Not that I was taking note...<br />Well maybe I was<br />It was strange yet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">familiar</span><br />Like you never left<br />But all that changed with a single hallo<br />Awkwardness erased by the hug<br />The lingering scent <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">thats</span> is so you<br />We talked for what seemed like ages<br />But it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">wasnt</span> enough<br />For so much more was left unsaid<br />As we bridged the gap<br />Created by the lapse of time<br />Amazing how we find our way back<br />To the unhurried banter<br />Comfortable silences<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Exhilarating</span> laughter<br />Regardless of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">separation</span><br />In time and place<br />So when you gone again tomorrow<br />I will look back to yesterday<br />And be thankful for the memoriesUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3