On licking ears!!

I was sitting here idly as I sometimes am,luckily today the gods smiled on me and my internet connection is up so I'm not too bored.I started thinking about the weirdest things that men have told me or done in an effort to get intimate with me. leading the pack is a guy who offered to clean out the wax in my ears!!I would have taken this as an insult except for the fact that I'd just cleaned out my ears that morning,so I was good:-)besides the point,eeeeew!!!anyone who ever stuck their finger in their ear and then to their mouth( when they were younger of course)knows that ear wax is really bitter and gross!!so who in their right mind would ever consider licking off anyone's ear wax!!!And he wasn't joking.Anyhu back to my story,he caught me unawares and proceeded to stick his wet,slimy tongue inside my ear like he was trying to get to my ear drum or something.I can honestly tell you that I cant think of a worse sensation,...what the hell?!?!seriously??This must be how people get ear infections!!!Just incase he ends up reading this:-If you must deal with the ear,blow gently into my ear,maybe nibble lightly on my earlobe under no circumstances do you use your tongue in my ear:-)

What happened to the emacipation of women?

I was listening to the radio on my way to work one morning. As usual it was tuned in to the classic 105 morning show with Maina Kageni and Mwalimu King’angi as the hosts. They usually have very interesting topics on marriage and relationships in general, on this particular day the topic was why women expect their money back once they lend to their husbands considering the fact that they are married and as such are considered as one. The call that stood out to me was a lady who called in, told us that she has been married for the last 15 years. Apparently for the duration of this time the husband has never bought a single thing for her or her children.

He has also never paid school fees, he’s never paid the rent, basically the lady takes care of all the expenses in the house.As if this were'nt enough,she bought a house and a car without this mans help.Now the astonishing bit to me is the fact that she proceeded to register them in her husbands name!!???what the hell?she bought all these things with her hard earned money! To quote her she said”being the African woman I am,I registered my property in my husbands name.’How ridiculous can one get?!Note the fact that this man is also working,he’s not ati lame or a cripple or anything.Then it hit me this is actually reversed roles,men,(kikuyu men)especially have been doing this for ages.Maybe this is the bad side of the emancipation of women,the total and complete reversal of roles!

FAITH

Have you ever driven,in the thick pouring rain,
water rushing down in torrents,
the clap of thunder loud and threatening,
the clouds,hanging low,thick,dark and menacing,
and you wonder will I ever get there?

you can barely see the car ahead of you,
only thing keeping you on the road,
the twin red lights ahead of you,
God forbid they should go off,or worse yet veer off
taking you along with them

To me that is faith
That beyond those twin lights is safety,
that he wont veer off and neither will you hit him
that no matter how bad it looks right now
you will get home.

FAR

People tell you that they have come from far,
they don't tell you what or where far was,
they don't describe what they underwent,
the feelings of failure,despair,self pity and shame,
for having let down the people who looked up to them oh so hopefully.

They who have made it,make the journey look simple and easy,
straightforward and not treacherous in any way,
they make it look like anyone can survive it,
so these days when I meet someone who says that they came from far,
I respect them because now I know what and where far is.

Its the land where people use,abuse and then cast you aside as though you were worthless,
Its where pride takes a backseat in your quest to survive,
where self confidence and esteem become a long gone but dearly missed companion,
where no one really listens to you or takes time to look at your face,
to see the utter dejection,hopelessness and defeat on it,
It's where you question the existence of God,
and why if he does exist,he doesn't hear you.

You begin to wonder,and ponder this prison that is far,
the roads appear to be blocked and the windows locked,
you cant see a way out,but....
there is a light in the horizon,if someone else made it out,
then so will you......

love,lust or just plain infatuation

Sometimes i ask myself,what love between a man and a woman really is,and how do u know that its love and not a crush or an infatuation,or lust-picture this,your date walks into a rowdy kind of bar,you know loud music,noisy kind of place and its like there's a spotlight on him,at least in your eyes,the music and conversations fade into the background as you lock eyes,and at that moment,no one else exists but the two of you,which is it,love,lust,infatuation,or a crush? Or picture this,your walking towards your date on a crowded busy street,he spots you,smiles,then reaches for your hand and pulls you towards him and gives you a tight hug,and a peck on the lips.and you,you get this warm mushy feeling inside.which is it,love,lust,a crush,or infatuation. Is love the feeling you get when you are so totally comfortable with someone,that you can tell him anything that pops into your head?is it when you've known each other for so long and so well that you can practically finish each others sentences? Is it love when you dont see each other for a really long time,but when u meet its like no time has passed and you pick up where u left off? Is it love,when you can talk for hours about nothing and everything,when u cry on each others shoulders and when you are in trouble the first person you call is him?and if it is love,is it romantic love? What bout when u see him,you want to rip his clothes off,and when you are with him,you cant think of anything else,you just want to kiss him ,touch him,caress him........and when you do get together,its so beautiful,it brings tears to your eyes,is that love or lust?is that infatuation or a crush? Is it love when he tells u a really bad joke,but u laugh anyway?or when he holds ur hand,or kisses ur forehead and u go all soft and mushy inside,is that love?