A place where I trust the toilet seat enough to not cleaning it before I sit on it.

A place where I feel safe to cry when I can’t take it anymore.

A place where I can be weird around people without feeling weird or awkward.

A place where I know I don’t have to prove my worth because everyone there knows my worth.

A place where I can dance without feeling awkward and sing with no worry about who is gonna laugh or sing along

Lastly a place where my siblings annoy me, make me happy, misunderstand me but understand me because we are all at different stages in Life so we don’t have pep talks unless its too deep to be shared with a friend.

Mother’s Words

He grabbed her by the throat
Pushed her against the wall
Out of breath she ran
He put his lips on hers
She kissed him like it was her last
Then he pulled a knife
And drove it into her heart
As she breathed her last
Her mother’s words echoed in her mind
“He will be the death of you”
Nine months later
She had a baby
And he was in his grave.

Wet Warmth

He held her in his arms.
Her soft skin felt like silk.
He smiled.
She smiled back.
He pursed his lips.
Ready to plant a big one on her.
As he leaned forward,
A sudden stream of warmth poured on his lap.

It sent him into shock.
The sound of his shock sent her into giggles and laughter as she kicked her little feet.
She had wet his pants.
He giggled and laughed.
For that was all there was to do.
She was his little girl.
His baby girl.
His little bundle of joy.


My dirty oily hands,
You kiss as though they were made of gold smeared in honey
My tools,
You clean with gentleness as though they were a sword of a Knight of Knights
My work,
You marvel at as though I was commander of armies of Knights

The touch of my greasy hands,
You yearn for as though they bore the warmth of the sun at dawn
My dirty feet,
You grovel at as though I was a god
My dusty head,
You crown as thought I was King of Kings

My eyes,
You look into as though in them lies salvation
My dry lips,
You kiss as though they were manna of life
My embrace,
You hold onto as though it was the breath you breathe

My dirty greasy lap,
You sit on as though it were a throne for a Queen of Queens
You honour me as though I am royalty
For many dare say, I deserve no such honour
For I am but a mere MECAHNIC

The “GET HER DRUNK” Mentality.

I know rape is mostly perpetuated by men and the blame is entirely placed on them. However, there are some situations where a man didn’t seem to know exactly that what he committed was rape because of extenuating circumstances. One circumstance in particular has been on my mind. And that is the situation where rape occurs when both the victim and the perpetrator are DRUNK.

So, I figured I could give a view that has fostered the phrase “Get Her Drunk” among guys. The thing is when most girls want to indulge in sex, they usually want to have a beer or two or some form of intoxication before getting down to a shag. They do so to numb their moral compass about sex before marriage, in most cases, or simply to have the courage to do it.

However, this has inevitably given guys the perception that girls can only indulge in sex when they are drunk. Because of this guys think when a girl says NO while she is sober, she is only playing hard to get because she is not drunk. As a result most guys think a girl saying yes to a drink implies yes to sex. And when a girl indulges in sex while sober, to guys it’s not just a girl being comfortable  with  her sexuality,  it’s her being a slut which is very wrong.

Keep in mind we live in a society with double standards where somehow its okay for men to sexually explore before matrimony yet it’s a HARD NO for girls. The question we fail to ask time and time again is who are men exploring sex with if girls are not allowed to explore.?? Are they shagging dogs or perhaps cows?

The worst part of the “Get Her Drunk Mentality” is that most guys who do it don’t think they are doing anything wrong. They think its normal because girls usually want to intoxicate themselves before sex.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not blaming the victims of this heinous crime. I’m simply saying we need to change the perception and narrative about sex before marriage. And Ladies you need to stop the “I NEED TO BE TIPSY BEFORE I CAN SHAG” Mentality. It inevitably fosters a wrong perception about the state of mind a girl needs to be in before sex. Embrace your sexuality boldly. If a guy calls you are slut for sleeping with him while you are sober, dump that fool and walk with your head held high knowing you embrace your sexuality as opposed to being victimized.

Fellas, we need to invest in studying the Art of Seduction from either books or digital media (NOT Porn), so we stop indulging in this rampant DATE RAPE that has corroded our moral compass to the point of doing it without knowing we are raping. Hell we need to stop treating the “Get Her Drunk Mentality” like its normal in our GUY TALK Conversations. It has to stop Now. Because in future you will have a Daughter and I don’t think you want her falling victim to a behaviour you helped foster and normalize.

Ladies be bold with your sexuality. Embrace it and educate one another about it. It’s your body. Own its physical sensual needs as you own it when you flaunt it’s beauty.
Fellas study the Art of Seduction from books or Digital media. Better yet talk to your player friend who gets the girls with ease. Hell I bet YouTube has this stuff on it. And Porn has Zero Seduction Education Guys..!!!!! It doesn’t count as a source of digital media for Seduction Education.


The Man With A Dark Story

Often times when choosing a  lover or Leader, society has always chosen a man with a story of repentance from a dark past. The argument has always been that a repented man with a dark history has learned his lessons and can never error again. And if they do, it will be to a limited extent.

Yet time and time again we have seen these men do the exact opposite. Which is repeat the very dark “mistakes” they allegedly learned from for selfish reasons which benefit them.
When that happens, that is, a man continuing being unfaithful either be it in marriage or as a leader of a nation we cry faul saying he let us down.

Like how do we find the energy to complain when we knew the kind of man he was to begin with? True, ones history does not entirely define their future as people do change,  but shouldn’t history be a warning sign of what might come as history tends to repeat itself?

We completely sideline men with a clean story as we regard them to be too clean to be a leader without trial.

Point is I think it’s time we let clean men rule as they maybe what we need to restore morality to the leadership of the world at large because the men with juicy dark stories have turned this world into what it is today, A MESS  NOT FIT FOR HUMAN OCCUPATION.


She promised to come for him
He waited like a patient man he was
It was too late
When she arrived
Time was not on his side
So his last breath
Hopelessly she witnessed.
For time was all they needed
Yet they had none.

Song Lyrics

What I’ve learnt from the ocean
Hard to dance and rejoice in the motion
Let the sun have its moment
The moon will come

What I’ve learnt from a soldier
Every man is a son to a daughter
And we only remember
When we see the blood

What I’ve learnt from a traveler
There’s no road that can lead to nirvana
There’s a world to discover
But home is love

What I’ve learnt from a mirror
Look too hard and you’ll find you a stranger
Love is just a decision
The choice is yours

Jacob Banks – Slow Up

Painting Pictures with Words

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