Archive for July, 2007

Being a Phantom

Posted in so tagged on July 27, 2007 by steven

 Been tagged. So the rules first…

1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.     

2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.     

3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.    

4. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

 

When I was a child I thought my mom was an angel. I told everyone at school. Reason was that everything she said would happen would happen. Like clockwork. Was always puzzled at how she could know so much before hand.

When I was a kid, I secretly believed that if ever there were a fight between my parents, my mom would so whoop my dad’s ass. When I grew up I was petrified to find that I was probably right.

I am a melancholic. That means I dwell on things for too long. I have these mood swings that scare me. I can have a spell of seven days or even a fortnight. So I like my space. I like to be left alone to read (escape from the real world and live in one where I can control fate) and to smile at people at a distance.

I was once an avid reader. Growing up blunted me a bit. But before that, I could get one of those 600 pagers and read it through the weekend. Meant staying in bed the whole day, cutting lunch and supper and having to douse the flames of anger when I didn’t want to turn off the lights just yet in the dorm. I grew up on the dirty literature of American writers like Jackie Collins. I was not spoilt by these bu-Ugandan girls, alo! I read Roots a week to my PLEs while everyone else crammed Science and SST into their heads. My first book was the Bible in the form of a great yellow book called My First Book of Bible Stories. Someone musta stole it along the way. Yeah, STOLE. 

I am very loyal to my friends. I also have a few friends. I am not the life of the party and I don’t have lots of charisma. I like to hang on the sidelines and applaud for the real party animals. So when I promise to do some thing for a friend, even if it is a decade late, I will be haunted until I have fulfilled my promise. I don’t even have to tell them. Sometimes I promise myself that I will do something for someone and there begins my tossing and turning.

I have always been attracted to smart women. Many times, I realize later that the rest of the world does not think the woman in question is “hot” but that is nothing to me. I am not a fetish guy; or rather, my fetish is smarts. There’s something really fascinating about a woman who drops gems of wisdom like she was born to do it.

I have been propositioned by gay people. I have gay friends. There was a time in my life when I thought I could be in the closet. I am not gay.

Right now, I have no right to die. In a few weeks, if y’all are nice boys and girls, I’ll tell you more.

 

And in the words of Ivan, with these few words I thee tag

 

Matanda, Raymond, Phoebes, Inky, Els, Jasmin, Scarlet, Zack.

 

Some of you could have been tagged already. if this is the case, just laugh it off.

 

How bad guys should all be

Posted in show me the money on July 24, 2007 by steven

Ah…not you, Jack Bauer. We are talking smart, intelligent baddies here. Not brutes.

Want cryptic?

Posted in Confused faith on July 23, 2007 by steven

14Then John’s disciples came and asked him, “How is it that we and the Pharisees fast, but your disciples do not fast?”     15Jesus answered, “How can the guests of the bridegroom mourn while he is with them? The time will come when the bridegroom will be taken from them; then they will fast.     16“No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. 17Neither do men pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst, the wine will run out and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved.”

Question: Why doesn’t dude just answer the question? 

Making the move

Posted in show me the money on July 16, 2007 by steven

Today I picked up the phone and made the call. It is something I have been thinking about for the last eight months. It was the hardest thing to do.

 

I heard an alien sound, a squeaky noise reverberating from around my chest area. I cannot be certain it was my voice. I have never heard such a pathetic sound coming out of anyone I know.

 

A guy I was chatting with rejuvenated me. He is a giant and he has done many giant things. He could easily be the best at what he does in this country. Naturally, when we got chatting, I got a surge of energy. I believed I could take on the world.

 

There are like 100 calls like this I still have to make. I have tried to block them out of my head for an eternity thinking I can wish them away. But the world does not operate in that way. We owe the world an explanation and we shall give it in any way the world will have it.

 

It is saying sorry when you know you shouldn’t be saying sorry. It is to stay in the cold to scrub the grime off the crone’s back because this will get you some points.

 

Making a call to people who have compartmentalised you and told the world that you will never amount to anything is hard. Because one part of you wants to put up your fists and fight but the other side of you knows that you are in the wrong and you must bow down.

 

 Because it might just be true that you are the traitor that they say you are.

 

But it feels good because now, it is up to “them.” Eventually I had to come around; the wayward child who should be prayed for. That’s what the world must do. Pray for the lost causes and when they come round, when the prayers start to work, take in the prodigal sons of the world.

 

How random and senseless can a blog post be?

Murphy’s law

Posted in show me the money on July 11, 2007 by steven

It’s like this; the taxi guy will come over to your side of the road after a rain and splash you with dirty puddle water – and drive off grinning like a baboon.

The landlady decides to do a real kiwani and vanish when she’s supposed to fix the water problem. You discover belatedly that she is out of the country and the water price at the nearest tap just went up three fold.

You sit at the PC, power it up and squeeze your eyes shut hoping that the ideas will flow as of old, only to come up with zilch.

Everything that can go wrong will go wrong. Deal with it.