When I’m cold and lonely
And can’t find the strength to see the sun
I need you to warm me
Show me my despair can be gone
When I’m lost and tired
Slumped on the wayside
Lift me up; I’ll know you tried
Know you cared enough to soothe wounded pride
When I reach out to you
And ask for a helping hand
I don’t need you to have the answers
I just need you to understand.
It pains me whenever this happens. There’s the desire to blog without any substance to impart and I won’t get any peace until I put a new post up. I swear there’s a slave driver hidden somewhere in my psyche: “Blog now! (whip crack) Pen something this instant! (another whip crack) Crank it out right now!” Yeah, like that.
Intellectual stimulation. Hard to find these days. Like, even with all the material out there, you still have to search for things that really engage your mind and stir your cerebral juices. If it’s not fluff, it’s toxicity in reaction to the fluff. You know, people’s acerbic comments on entertainment news/articles. I’m like if they think it’s such crap then why the hell do they still read it? Eye roll. I promised myself to ignore such negative comments, it’s so not worth it. Can they do better than the news writers? Probably not. And if they can then they oughtta write their own stuff and leave the rest of us to enjoy our entertainment in peace. I’m just saying.
Anyway, fluff is all well and good but it’s not exactly filling. You know? Temporary high and all that. Of course you have regular news but it’s so depressing these days. Natural disasters, religious conflicts, economic crises…it’s like a never-ending list of catastrophes. I just read the headlines and keep it moving, men, it is not that serious.
So if you take away the fluff and regular news, you’re left with…not much, really. Then the hunt begins. I guess one could always turn to literature in its many forms or something. Even so, you still have to find the right material to spark your interest and hold your attention. How else can you really explore your intellect if you aren’t interested in learning/discovering something new and fascinating?
Hi hi. Happy New Year!!! Welcome to 2011, here’s hoping it’s loads better than 2010 in every way. 
OK so I don’t have anything in particular to say right now, just wanted to ring in the new year on Blogspot. Currently jamming to Sean Paul’s Imperial Blaze and can I just say, I’m having an absolute blast. I’m excited, it’s gonna be a good year indeed. I am slated for lots of travel, more writing, greater variety and diversity, and EXPLOSIVE entertainment. Peace and love, y’all.
That’s Latin for “Love conquers all”. I believe it is often true. Often, not always. There are deal breakers that leave no room for love to survive or thrive. You know, physical assault, infidelity, acidic words, warped dispositions; just a few reasons why all bets are off when it comes to the shelf life of certain relationships.
I recently reread a novel that made me think about the things we put up with in the name of love. A couple were deeply in love, blissfully happy and actually soul-mates. BUT. The man regularly paid for sex. Exactly. When he was found out he said it didn’t mean anything, he was just being a bloke and blokes can divorce sex from love, lots of men do it and it doesn’t make him a bastard. I’m like really? REALLY? I have never heard such lame bullshit. Tosser. Clear case of trying to have his cake and eat it too. I mean he was in a long-term relationship but still patronised hookers? Seriously? What a douchebag. Needless to say, his girlfriend gave him his marching orders with immediate effect. I guess some might forgive if he stops, or if they feel the love is worth preserving at all costs. Maybe. I don’t know anybody who’d stay with such a man, though.
Is it possible to be in love with a particular person and still have sex with anyone other than that person? I say no, it is not. I do not understand how one can profess to truly love another yet be able to sleep with a different partner (or partners, as the case may be). The only way it makes sense is if you’re not with the one you love. I mean, what can you really do in such a situation right? Otherwise though, it just doesn’t fly. It’s a question of discipline, monogamy, principles. People can theorise as much as they like and come up with all sorts of creative excuses, but at the end of the day it comes down to one simple fact: once you give your heart to another, you cannot cheapen/abuse that sacred act by spreading yourself around. It’s called making love for a reason, yo.
Here’s the thing about unfinished business: it won’t go away until you wrap it up. It doesn’t matter how much you wish you could sweep it under the rug, let it go, ignore it, whatever; you simply have to handle your business before you can rest easy. Explains why we like to have closure, yes? Indeed. One cannot hope to move on without laying ghosts/doubts to rest. Should you go on that date? Maybe you ought to consider relocating? Is it time to switch careers? Those are just a few questions you really cannot answer without doing something about them, and if you try to suppress those thoughts you’re just setting yourself up for constant worrying/anxiety. The only way to know if you’re doing the right thing is to do it and damn the consequences. I think.
You know, it’s funny. Before I spread the word about my blog, I didn’t hesitate to say what I really, really thought because it was fairly anonymous and hey, not like my readers knew my identity. These days, though, I find myself tiptoeing on eggshells because I am wary of offending my friends. Sigh. That’s the thing about knowing that a fair slice of your audience knows you, you aren’t so quick to run your mouth or be disparaging about people even though you’d love to gossip once in a while. 
Not damaging gossip, just stuff that boggles my mind. Relating some events can be negative though, so I guess it’s not such a big loss.
Anyway, I have decided to be unflinchingly honest on this forum. Some of my posts just scratch the surface and don’t truly qualify as the musings of my soul. I mean they’re not that deep, you know? Not like I’m some sage or anything. Yet. 😛 Seriously though, I know I have held back because I’m uneasy baring my soul to cyberspace. But that’s the whole point of having a blog, innit? It’s mine. My voice, my expression, my outlet.
Art is my craft. My expression is art. Love is my passion. I am here to speak my truth and if that rubs you the wrong way, tough. Ha ha, how modest right? So I’m going to call it like I see it for real, no holding back. I hope y’all can take it.
We often clash with the people who attract us. Strongly attract us, I should say. Hasn’t that happened to you before? You meet someone and sparks immediately fly because forceful tension erupts at the slightest thing? No? *Shrug* OK maybe not in real life, LOL. Seriously though, experiencing an intense adverse reaction to another person at the first meeting need not be a negative thing. I mean, yes it could be that your personalities just don’t mesh and all that, but it could also be some kind of foreplay. You know, controversy being an aphrodisiac and whatnot. I’m just saying. Maybe I read too much romantic fiction. Anyway.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life lately. Where I’m going, what I’m doing, who I want to be/become, that kind of thing. I realise I have no clear idea what I want, I only know what I don’t want, which is all well and good but it doesn’t clue me in as to what I need and if perhaps I’m shooting myself in the foot by closing certain doors. I don’t know though, maybe I expect too much. I mean, you have to try stuff out before you can decide it’s not for you, right? I guess. It’s just that if you really know your character, you can sense the things that’d stifle you or drive you insane. I try to tell myself that’s the case but I could just be making excuses. And we all know that deceiving oneself is never a good thing no matter how attractive it might seem. Sigh.
Why is it so hard to get it right? We’re constantly searching for something, anything, to take/get us where we feel we ought to be. How do you know when you find it? How do you know when you are in danger of throwing it away because you’re too inflexible? I don’t know. I just don’t know. I wish I did. I wish I could understand what I think and feel and need as clearly as I understand the natural laws of physics and gravity. You know, hit a baseball with a bat and it moves with speed in the general direction of your hit. Kick a football and it zooms off towards another person. Stuff like that. But our inner workings aren’t as clear-cut, are they? Mine aren’t, anyway. Are yours?
Imagine your hands as part of your personality.
Who you are shows through in your handwriting. It’s a unique expression of your true self. So how sad is it that there aren’t that many opportunities to write anymore? I mean, with so many gadgets available these days, one doesn’t really need to pen words as such. Okay, cheques and greeting cards still require a pen, but what happens if/when those go electronic as well? Will handwriting become obsolete? Now there’s a freaky thought.
I don’t know, I was just thinking about it one day. Blank Hands. Our fingers can fly like crazy over any keyboard or on any screen, but what about our hands? Can they still paint a portrait of one if they remain one step removed? You know, bring on any communication device and they’re raring to go, but when it comes to pen and paper they’re suddenly blank? Yeah, like that.
I think it’s important to write with your hands often. Not just because one should know how to form legible letters, but also because it is a facet of one’s character. Writing anything by hand adds a personal touch, you know? Shopping lists, notes to remind yourself or someone else to do/get something, scraps of paper with your ideas on them….all these bear your mind’s indelible print when they’re handwritten.
Anyway, maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing. Or not. Whatever the case, don’t let your hands go blank.
Hi hi. A while back I mentioned that my mum wrote her first novel, so I am very proud to announce that it has been published and is now in the market. Dark Patches by Azuka Thomson is the story of a Nigerian couple and the effects of family interference on their marriage. Objectively speaking, it’s a really good read. Yes I know you might think that I’m biased because it’s my mum’s book but I promise you I am not. It is just that good. Immerse yourself in this vividly emotional story and emerge enlightened, thrilled, and wanting more! 😀
It is currently available on www.amazon.com, www.amazon.co.uk, and under English Books at www.amazon.de. For those of you on Facebook, her page is Azuka Thomson – Dark Patches. Take a look and see if it works for you or not. There’re some excerpts from the first chapter and I think you’ll find yourself drawn in. If you do dig it, click on the “like” button and spread the word!
We need.
We want.
We ache.
We desire.
We crave.
We feel.
We hope.
We believe.
And we know. That Love is out there. Waiting to be discovered and sampled.
We hold on because Love is out there. Waiting.
It takes a strong man to handle a strong woman.
Wait. Before you roll your eyes and mutter “So what else is new?”, think about it. Why is it that some men have to compensate for their inferiority complexes by maltreating their partners? One husband gives his beautiful wife reason to doubt her looks and appeal to other men. Some boyfriend picks at his girlfriend’s self-esteem and does his best to whittle away her independence. Yet another dude habitually pummels his significant other then begs for forgiveness later (or not, depends). Why? Why??
Simple. They don’t belong together. He’s out of her league. After all, if you don’t feel threatened by someone, why would you attack that person at any and every chance you get? If you’re compelled to maintain the upper hand in order to feel secure in your relationship, obviously you’ve got problems and they ain’t with your partner.
Anyway, I was just thinking. Equal measures. Strong and weak do not go well together. Not healthy at all.
It takes two equals to make a good match, and that’s the honest truth. So if you do not measure up, improve yourself. Making the other person pay for your deficiency is just petty, wrong, even juvenile. So grow and get your act right.