the woman...

Men will like to think that "Woman" means;  Taken out of man.

Well, I will love to think that woman means; The Bearer of mankind.

Through the eyes of a friend.

It is intelligent to know where you stand. Defining yourself in your own words, that way you can actually grasp the idea that other people do have their individual thoughts about themselves and what they stand for. Know what your perspectives are in relation to perspectives of other people and be able to relate to those perspectives what ever they may be in an articulate and efficient manner.

We would always have different perspectives on everything that is what makes us all intelligent beings. Having these views is one thing and relating these views in an articulate manner to people around you is another. Your ability to make this the substance and goal of your interaction with your fellow human does ultimately define who you are.

Taking people as they are, making a credible effort to understand and accept them as they come gives you a unique platform upon which to present you and your values to them. Only then can you give and take. 

For what you are is the world without you. With this view, you can perceive the world and yourself as a sojourner in it.

Presenting yourself to your fellow man gives an opportunity to be understood and perceived without fault. Being honest to ones own whims and clicks. This would give your fellow man an opportunity to give you the joy of being told who you are from his own view point. Bearing in mind he can only tell what he sees and how he sees it. 

It is rich to know oneself and richer yet to be able to see oneself with the eyes of another.  

Being Governed - The Careless Choice.

People’s reaction to being governed always does vary. With each man showing some degree of nonchalance to who is elected to govern. With the definition of democracy these days’ people have become even less interested in who is elected to rule. Media Frenzy drives it all  on. Telling people who to vote and why.

In the United States you could get elected for the most trivial of factors even though it’s got nothing to do with actual governance.  Maybe you have got a nice dog, you are left handed, your neighbours cat died…..almost for any reason.

In Nigeria corrupt politicians are elected into office over and over again. Despite the sorry fact that people actually know they are corrupt. It is worrying. Sometimes, all you needed to do was to drive down the street with the latest Mercedes Benz and you have yourself a street full of loyal supporters.

People don’t research their choice, they wait to be told who who-is and what they can do and what they stand for. They look for the thrill, for all the minor things surrounding an election without looking at the most important thing which is usually the capacity to rule and will for change.

It is not akin to a particular people or place. It is just the way people think. The thrill, that it could be you. The secret happily ever after story behind every victory, every success story could be a driving factor. 

“Madness is rare in individuals-but groups, parties, nations and ages it is the rule,” said Nietzsche in Beyond Good and Evil.

So it is to this day. So it is.

footfalls

first the tiny patter then the hesitant shuffles

mindless staggers in the dark

a light springs up the darkness recedes

then the purposeful deliberate sounds of haste

the cock crows the footfalls get louder and multiply

the sun takes a peek over the horizon

the footfalls get louder yet

its almost as if the sun fills them with energy

first there is one, then two and three

there are small ones, big ones

slow and fast ones all headed in one direction

fast and in unison they all head out

even as the tide goes out so the footfalls pull away

it becomes a trickle and then all is silent

the sun breathes his hottest and begins his decent

his blistering majesty all aflame and fierce

the footfalls return first the trickle

then the tide comes in, quick ones, slow ones big and small

the sun smiles and says his farewells and as quietly as it started

the smell of a spent day and a young night beckoning

The quiet light of the moon, a celestial lullaby

Gently rocks the drowsy world

To snooze land as all haste is abandoned

the hesitant stagger the little patter

A light goes out and darkness creeps in

To watch over those feet as

the footfalls trickle and cease

Lust and Love two sisters most different

I want it all or would have none

My hunger insatiable

My belle most cavernous

With ravenous greed I claim all I desire

And with absolute devastation make known my will

I would have none of it just to watch it flourish

In its beauty my hunger is appeased

With my eyes I behold and am grateful

With gentle submission I accept its existence

Thus are the desolate plains of lust

Compared with the evergreen fields of love 

Wild ferocity as against

the petals of soft gentleness

Sometimes

Is sometimes a part of time

Or is it just a stolen part of time

Doing what we shouldn’t

Or trying to do what we couldn’t

Why is it called sometimes

Are we branching out of real times

Or borrowing time

Or taking a still moment in time

It is a part of time we steal

To live our lives unreal

Deny fate and thwart her law

And pretend that all is straw

When exactly is sometimes

Is it a part of or all of the times

Why is it called some

Is the rest also called some

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes

Everything we do

We take sometimes to do

.

Life seems to be just a collection of sometimes

 .........

Passion

There is a crimson tide

Of waves and passion

There is a gentle breeze

Of love and worship

Sweet songs of my heart

You have thus aroused

What An Angel you are

Amongst us mortals

Of you and your love

Sweet sunset I dream

Of my heart’s desire

You only its gain

On a moon lit night

Underneath the trees

It’s for your touch

I so be in craving

My soul is aroused

My senses aflame

Of you I proclaim

Having assailed me thus

I am all yours

Till the end of time

To love and to cherish

To be and to behold...

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