Self-Sensibility

18 08 2016

Piqued interest/ self-preservation/ always correct/

I must admit something.

I am amazed at people with extremely strong characters. You know those people/ that person who always seems to be so sure of themselves. Always getting IT right. If you take the time to pick 2 or 3 people in your life and when you examine their history in a little more detail than you would a copy of the Econometrics text book by Damodar Gujarati, you might just notice a certain source of this self-sensibiity. Not really sure if it is similar across all boards, but in a few cases, it comes from when the person in question is constantly encouraged by their guardian or parents. These guardians managed to fulfill their roles in making sure that they levels of belief in the child shown during the formative years of growth and development are constantly reiterated until the person in question makes his own level of progress.

What about those who always seem to be constantly grinding and hustling for meagre results in comparison to the time, energies and effort put into the hustle!

Or what about that businessman you heard about who kept hitting a dead end?

Or what about that Doctor who tells you that he always self-treats him/herself when he/she falls sick?

Or that athlete/ sports person who’s body has been ravaged by the pangs of career threatening injury and is wondering  how to get through the next phases of disappointment!

That is the phrase I should have started with.

Dealing with disappointment is a lesson in resilience itself. Different phases and adjusting mindsets repeatedly can be a menacing test of patience and at worst may make you want to just throw in the towel. How does one know that the better time to give up is not right now when things are actually not going your way, but the other extreme…

When you are at the top.

Interesting thoughts I must say…
The reasons that motivate us are similar to what keep us motivated, but not exactly the same.

That is my own assessment at thus game called life and for that matter, a certain sense of self-sensibility always makes you question yourself and deep down allow you to keep going…

Only drama is that the tough situations are really tough and more often than not make you want to quit…..





thirteen 3 somethings!

28 10 2015

I have not dropped a blog post in over a year! And worse still, this one is based on something i stole via Blu Jewel‘s joint! She had this list up and I liked it enough to allow it to re-engage me into somewhat starting to blog again!

3 things that scare me…
People with nothing to lose
Excessive Police brutality
Losing my eyesight

3 people who make me laugh…
TheKemz
Bernie Mac (R.I.P)
My family

3 things I love…
God
my family, TheKemz + Muhumuza
an occasional stick of roasted swine

3 things I hate…
the fact that corruption is deeply entrenched in my country
crimes against children
hateful people

3 things I don’t understand…
certain types of politics
people who are keen on pulling others down
deep-rooted negativity

3 things on my desk…
laptop
two mobile phones
glass of water

3 things I’m doing right now…
this post
replying an email
Plotting response to comments in a report from a client

3 things I want to do before I die…
spend a good amount of money on my family to ease the drama when times were tough
have a daughter with her
travel more

3 things I can do well…
listen
write
dance

3 things I can’t do…
speak French
allow myself to be treated poorly
allow any harm to come to my own

3 things I should listen to…
God
Nas
my gut

3 things I shouldn’t listen to…
certain heavy-metal rock groups
bull-shyte in any form
those that seem to want to mis-guide you all the time

3 things I watched as a kid…
Transformers the cartoon
Kissyfur
Ducktales

You can go ahead and do your own, but in the meantime, i will most definitely tag a few old school blogren…
WalkOnBy, Sybella, Tumwijuke, Waru etc…





the man who can’t be moved…

24 10 2009

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
saying, “if you see this girl can you tell her where I am”

Some people try to hand me money, they don’t understand
I’m not broke I’m just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I’m still in love with you

Cuase If one day you wake up and find your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving

Policeman says, “son you can’t stay here”
I said, “there’s someone I’m waiting for If it’s a day, a month, a year”
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

Cause If one day you wake up and find your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you’ll come back here to the place that we’d meet
And you’ll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I’m not moving, I’m not moving,
I’m not moving, I’m not moving

People talk about the guy that’s waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe i’ll get famous as the man who can’t be moved
Maybe you wont mean to but you’ll see me on the news
And you’ll come running to the corner
cuase you’ll know it’s just for you
Im the man who can’t be moved

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I’m not gonna move





the movie…

20 06 2008

It flopped….

So now we have to back to the drawing board…

 

Iwaya, hola sometime!

 

blame it on the rain, and yeah Tumwi’s insistence on switching from Director to a hott chic… and what’s with being a hott chic anyways…. why can’t everyone just be like Baz…. get a hott chic already!!! 

 





TheRealFirstTime…

18 06 2008

The first time [Hehehehe] In first person singular

I was 19… she was 21

She thought I was at least 21… (I wonder why)

She said she liked me, and liked the way my hand felt on her neck

I asked if I could walk her home from the dinghy bar we had been hanging out at…

She smiled and walked out…

I followed her…

I was calm as ice on the surface, but was itching with glee internally

It was a good ten minutes walk by the way…

I just wanted to walk her home…

She slowed down so I could catch up with her…

We didn’t say much considering we had seen each other through mutual friends… she kept returning my lingering stares the past coupla weekends…

Our friends had disappeared somewhere behind the cozy spot near the dj’s box (killah dinghy bar)

We held hands, and she eased into me almost like I was walking for her

We reached her digs, and she gave me the key to open the door…

While I opened the door, she reached and squeezed my a**…

I was shy as nails, but didn’t flinch…

It showed though coz I was fumbling with the keys by then…. She reached through my tee shirt and rubbed my belly… cheekily

And grabbed the keys from me… opened the door so easily

And was amazed that I let her in first…

I stayed outside waiting for her invitation…

She said I could come in after 5 minutes…

I waited in the cold…

Then she moved the curtain and allowed me to see her digs…

Cute one roomed self-contained digs….

She said she was a nurse, on training… she put the kettle on and brewed a cuppa coffee (brewed Tandra, she brewed!!!)

We shared a cup, coz the milk was only enuff for one!

We talked a bit, mostly one worded answer-type questions…

And then we reached that point when you have no words, but just hear each other’s breaths….

She tried to move, as if getting more coffee…

My heart was pounding real hard…

I reached for her hand, pulled her back and she faced me….

We kissed….

She was a different sort of (read pushy) kisser considering i had a little experience in kissing girls..

I kissed her some more just to prove it….

I stopped…..

I carefully showed her what not to do….

She was embarrassed..

We chuckled…. (ok, I chuckled to ease her…. Nerviness)

She told me she was attracted to me from the second time she saw me… i was nervous as a little kid who just smashed the TV with his football and Mom’s just got home

She told me she’d only slept with one guy who just “took” without her “giving”

I was shy as nails (again) at this point… and almost ready to jump out the digs….

To Be Continued…..

Or not!

infact not!





he…

30 12 2007

I er…

found this

It sounds a little scary, Just click away and see for yourself

Ok, it doesn’t sound scary, but just shows the difference between men and  Women..

Is plagiarism allowed on blogger, or can i just call it research??

P.S: [destination_zero]-end  is to be published after this