Double Standards

Yesterday my sister and I discussed some of the double standards rampant in society. Like, guys think it’s OK for them to get with a woman and her sister and her friend and her cousin, but God forbid any woman trying the same thing. How dare she? And every man protects his sister(s) and female cousins (if any) from his friends because he doesn’t want her to “get hurt”. So I wonder, what about all the other women who inevitably get burnt by his escapades? Not all of us have brothers ready to defend our virtue, LOL. For instance, we’re only girls in my house. Does that make us fair game for the fellas? Besides, I believe a lot of dudes give their gender a bad name. It simply can’t be that all men are dogs and bastards. I mean really, what hope is there for us girls if that’s the case?

Oh, and how about the outlook that a promisucous man is a player but a promiscuous woman is a whore? Come on now, let’s not split hairs on the issue. If she chooses to be a maneater, that’s her decision innit? I see no reason why she should be condemned for it. After all, I don’t see anyone losing sleep over the fact that he’s an absolute tart. It’s not that I think it’s right for either sex to behave that way, I just think society’s reaction should be the same for everyone and not discriminatory based on physiological differences.

Anyway. I was thinking about it earlier today and it’s a disgrace. Is monogamy a dead principle? Is fidelity a worthless ideal? I don’t get it. Yes I know there are wonderful gentlemen out there who act right and everything, but you hardly hear about them. The ones dominating the spotlight are mostly the ones who lie, cheat, and act like little boys let loose in a candy store. I’m like really? REALLY?? There must be more to the male species than those who think with the wrong head. Prove me right, gents. Prove me right.

Facebook Blasts from the Past

Hello! :) How are ya? Good? I certainly hope so. Today I thought I’d note some of my old Facebook statuses, they seem interesting enough to preserve for posterity. I hope you like.

At the end of the day, it’s not what you say. It’s what you do.

“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try hard enough, you get what you need.”

“Ideally, couples need three lives; one for him, one for her, and one for them together.”  Jacqueline Bisset                  

“I just want you to know the difference between what you feel, and what’s real.”  From the movie ATL

 “And in the end it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”  Abraham Lincoln

Know yourself.

Just like gold dust. Now you see me, now you don’t! 😀   (Hehehe, I quite like this one.)

Courage: facing your fears even when you feel you can’t handle the outcome.

If you want it, go get it.

 “In prosperity our friends know us – in adversity we know our friends.”

“We recognise in others that which we hide from ourselves.”

“Conscience doesn’t stop us doing what we should not – it just stops us from enjoying it.”

No games. Just love.

All talk and no action makes you an individual unworthy of my time and attention.  (LOL. Very true, n’est pas? Oui, mes amis.)

Nobody has the right to stomp on your dreams. Give as good as you get to anyone who tries.

Time is too precious to waste on negativity.

Art is my craft. My expression is art. Love is my passion.

You have a voice. Speak your truth. You can, and you shall, be heard.

High maintenance and proud of it. Emotional upkeep is essential, not optional.

David is being tested on the kings and queens of England.
“Who followed Edward the VI?” asks his teacher.
“Mary”, replies David.
“And who followed her?”
“Her little lamb.”

Live. Love. Celebrate. Discover. Embrace. Be Alive.

“Love keeps the world steady so money can make it go round.” My sister Onome.

I am not tripped by chocolates. Hook a sister up with some apple pie or something, LOL.  (This one was for Valentine’s Day. Not like I got anything but you know, for future reference. 😉 )

For those who fly under the radar: there are no controversies, and there are no celebrations.

Get your swagger right and your game tight! :)

The truly skilled do not need to brag about their prowess. I’m just saying.

Phew, long list or what! I initially added the dates but they seemed extraneous so I scrapped ’em. Have an awesome day, people.

Too Soon

We are never ready for death. It is always a shock. Always. Even when it is inevitable due to a terminal condition, the final moment is still a jolt. So you can imagine just how bad it is when it snatches someone you love just like that. Just like that. One minute to the next. No warning, no sign, no avoidance. It sucks. It’s crap. But it happens anyway.

One of my friends passed away yesterday. Just read about it 40 minutes ago and am still in shock. I can’t believe it. I just can’t believe it. She can’t be gone yet, not yet. If I feel this bad, what about her family? Her other friends? Right now there’s a ripple of disbelief going through our circle.

Why do we have death? Why do our loved ones die? My sister says it’s because man is appointed to do so, but that we draw solace from those we have left with us. Comforting yes, but it doesn’t erase the pain. Nothing can. I guess all you can do is try to ease it and hope for the best.

Rest in eternal peace, my friend. You were taken from us far too soon. We love you. We miss you. You will always be remembered and celebrated. Always.

What About Me?

“It’s kinda hard to miss how people flock around you, vying for your attention, your praise, the opportunity to satisfy your every whim. Everyone wants a piece of you, yeah? It’s pretty cool actually. I mean you must feel like the bees knees and all that good stuff, which is fine and totally understandable.

Seriously, I get it. I really do. Just amazes me why you act out around me so much. What about me? Why do you begrudge me the same thing? Why is it that it bothers you to see me trying to live my dreams and find my own path? You already have so much and I never try to take any of it away from you, so if you could explain to me why it irritates you to see me happy, I’d truly appreciate it.

Sure you say it’s great and you’re absolutely thrilled I’m going after what I want, but you don’t really mean any of it do you? You never smile with your eyes when you look at me. There are always hard lines etched on your face when you hear of my success. I’m like I’m not even a threat to you so it doesn’t make any sense why you think my joy should be a privilege instead of a right. That’s not the standard you hold yourself to and it’s definitely not how you think about other people. Just me. Only me. Why is that? What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?”

Open Letter

I have waited. And waited some more. All this time spent willing you to recognise the truth, sending you signs to open your eyes to what’s right in front of you. But you won’t listen, won’t see, won’t act. My fingers have grown numb from holding fast for so long; my heart is weary of the pain and the strain I live every day. Every single day.

This cannot continue. All the love I have to give is going to waste and it’s not fair. It’s not fair. You seem happy without me, seem content and uninterested in my welfare. I guess I’m the only one expecting more from us. What happened? We used to be so close, so connected, so in sync. Now we’re just … ships passing by in the night. Our time is over, isn’t it? It’s OK, you can tell me. I’ll understand. I won’t hound you or cling for dear life; I’ll simply nod and leave you in peace.

But I must know the truth. I must be free of these chains and shed this burden, now and forever. I am not asking you to feel what’s not real; I am only asking you to show me what you do feel. We’ve known each other too long for you to fob me off with empty words and feeble excuses. Be bold; speak your truth, take a stand, banish the uncertainty. I already have. When will you?

Cad Fad

You bought into it
Games lies deceit and tears
Brought in what just couldn’t fit
Now I’m choking on my fears

Caught up in a deadly game
Always at odds, hacking away our frame
No time to spare and reflect
Figure out why we can’t even connect

Cad fad got you out and tripping
Fronting like you don’t see the venom dripping
Twisting the knife every move you make
This once was real, now it’s all fake.

Decide

You hate me when I’m here
Want me when I’m gone
Pull me in, push me away
The joy we once had is now grey

Claim I don’t love you
Say I’m not who you want or need
So leave me to find someone warm and true
But you won’t let go ’cause of your greed

You want it all, the world at your feet
I am a precious woman, not some symbol or meat
You cannot cage me, make me a possession
I am more than that, free of your oppression.

The Door of Life

I sat at the Door of Life
Spent from my struggle to reach it
Thought back on the blood and strife
Vowed to go on long as I was fit

I swayed at the Door of Life
Unsteady on my shaky feet
The threshold beckoned with lute and fife
Still I paused, hesitant my fate to meet

I stood at the Door of Life
Firm in my heart to endure
Passed through with expectations rife
And found that Life was pure.

A Year in Cyberspace

My blog turned one at midnight. One whole year! Incredible. Didn’t think it’d last this long, started out as a lark and evolved over time into something deeper. My original plan was to reread all my posts from first to most recent and reflect on the material here, but I think I’ll save that for another day. I mean, 56 posts in one sitting? I don’t think so.

Happy Birthday, Musings! :) This is where a philosophical anecdote or quote would come in handy. You know, something about the intricacies of thought and reasoning and the search for truth. Well, I’ve given it a few minutes but nothing original seems forthcoming. Until next time, then. Stay safe, friends.

Island

Stuck on an island
Though surrounded by people
Barely hanging by a strand
My being is feeble

Harsh reality buffeting, making crystal clear
There’s no comfort to soothe me here
Searching for a reason, some explanation
Anything to justify such lasting isolation

“This is not my life by choice!”
I cry; but I have no voice
Banished down a seldom-travelled path
Emptiness swallowing all emotion, even wrath.