Saturday 25 June 2011

Let's Ignore The Man With Potential


Women like commitment more than men like sex,
Women think of marriage more than men,
They are creatures of long term views,
Men like one night stands more than sports,
A football game has an hourly time limit when it end,
Romantic soap operas take years and centuries to complete,
What the hell is 'the bold and the beautiful' still doing on Telly?
men are such creature of short term everything,
They can even end up cumming in fewer seconds than a second,
Try compare the period of a one night stand and a marriage,
A strict one night stand not the repeat business,
Yes repeated one night stands are not one night stands,
Your nursery school teacher should have explained what 'one' means better,
If you still repeat one night stands and call them as so.
Women are creatures of long term views,
Just imagine of how long it takes them to cum,
But you see we are all creatures of fashion and culture,
If everyone makes a bad decision it becomes fashionable,
Like dating old grandfatherly men,
When many women make bad decisions all the time,
By going against their nature and think in short term,
All other women do the same,
And it is doom for the man who loves them and has potential,
So run and make babies with the young guy with the vitz,
The one that buys you the bar at the bar tonight,
Forget the medicine student that buys you one beer at bar,
And asks you to drink at his home before you go out,
Forget the guy who is as faithful as your blue jeans,
Always is at your reach just like a loved one is,
Every time you open the wardrobe it is there!
It is never mteja like unfaithful undependable flashy men are,
And never disappoints or embarrass you wherever you wear,
Forget the young guy who claims love,
regardless of your denial of it's existence,
Run after that old guy with a wife and kids and means,
They always have BMWs this old potted men,
Who I suspect sleep with hoes and funny girls,
But you still want to be seen by this men,
Have the shoes and the whole bar tonight,
Remember that ten years down the line,
We will remember you to too vividly too,
But we will not claim love like we did to you,
We will claim love to the girl that saw us for our  potential,
The girl we shared with the last slice of pizza,
And screamed at the matatu conductor for withholding our change,
We will claim love to the girl who pulled out her purse,
When she noticed us ran through and through our wallets,
With terrified and worried faces,
As if it had suddenly developed a hole in it,
We claim love to the girl that sees in us,
More than good schools and credit cards,
We toast to the girls,
That sees  kindness in us that will splash,
To the child you will carry after condoms burst,
That sees the potential love for structure and family,
Instead of a BMW to trap coeds in coeds' bars,
A mansion at a good address with a pools for kids to play,
That sees our senseless urge to defend,
Throw bottles at any gang of guys at the bar,
Who show disrespect to the girl who is with us,
We do not need our faces anymore cause we caught you,
The other men can't fight they need their faces still...
When we are worried how much the cab guy will charge,
After the joy of kissing and club dancing is done,
we might seem to forget that girl who sticks around,
Or even just gives us a chance,
But she is the girl who drives our Mercedes ten years to come,
On weekends to shops all around and posh bars,
The ones in Hilton and Delarmer Terrance at northfolk,
Were you club as a couple, sip wines and talk politics,
Business and trips to parts of Africa where it snows,
Make fun of the days when we shared pizzas,
And tease each other of the earlier struggles,
talk of the suspensions our kids are getting,
But you chose the path you take my dear,
You will not know what parts of Africa snows,
The cat always gets out of the bag you know,
The longer you wait the fatter the cat gets,
You will be manless at home wishing,
You claimed love to the man with potential,
Waiting for your man to come back home from the college bars,
With his BMW and the pot belly,
With his now old BMW and pot belly,
Besides everyone marries their college mates somehow,
We will remember your past ways hot girl,
Hope we will love you enough to court you still,
Hope we do not find a girl to share the last piece of pizza now,
Who does see the potential in the young man,
Dare you a woman as woman is,
See potential like nine month pregnancies is?

But most thanks to the twenty first century,
Where anything can happen like Oprah has!

Tuesday 21 June 2011

She Strikes When The Iron Is Cold

My fridge is fully stocked,
Even the ice cubes are ready,
Condoms are within reach,
Close to my bed,
And another under the pillow,
It will be our first kiss,
I will hold her hand,
Look into her eyes,
She will respond with her beautiful eyes,
And her huge hips too,
By drawing them close to me,
Her hand around my neck.
My door bell rings,
And my heart pounds,
It is thirty minutes late,
I breath in and out,
Open the door,
But it's not her,
Am back on the sofa,
I try to watch another episode of Season 1,
As I wait for her to show up,
She is an hour late,
The food I cooked for us is getting cold,
And the door bell rings again,
Do not show anger Mugo,
I tell myself,
Do not let her see you sad,
She will think that's your normal nature,
So I wear a smile though I feel tears in my eyes,
I will hug her first I promise myself,
I open the door,
With my faked smile,
But it's a wasted smile,
It is not her again,
This time I don't go back sit on the sofa,
I feel more comfortable on the carpet,
Next to the sofa,
Hugging a pillow,
With my head lying sideways against it,
I notice it is getting dark,
Time has really passed,
I close the curtains,
Afraid someone might see me in this state,
I look at my phone,
Refreshing my Facebook homepage,
Reloading it hoping a message will show up,
From her,
Since I haven't got her call,
Or her text,
With an excuse for not showing up!
And lying staring on the phone,
Even for hours,
Doesn't seem to make her text appear!
Should I text her that am sad,
That she did not show up when she said she would?
But what if she doesn't reply,
It will look pathetic and I will look like am pussy,
Then maybe I should text her about happy things,
I should text her about the things I like about her?
Perhaps tell her I love her creamy flawless beauty?
But if I text her something good it will be like,
Am rewarding her for standing me up?
If I text her showing am sad,
It will look like am a sad person?
But I can't not text her at all,
Cause that's the only way I will move from this carpet,
Switch on the lights to the already darkening house,
Put the food set on the table to the fridge,
So that it doesn't get bad,
My strength to do this will come from texting her,
She is beautiful,
And I want us to be happy,
That's why I have been freezing chocolates for her,
So I will not tell her that I am sad about today,
I will ignore that fully,
I will talk about good things,
For that is what I intend for us,
Shopping sprees and movies,
Happiness and laughter,
And not texts about how she stood me up,
So I send her a message,
Describing how intelligent she is,
She is very wise and she doesn't know it by the way,
Her bosom to is very soft by the way,
I thought I would touch it today,
I texted her all this,
She text back 'awww that is sweet'
Just 'awww that is sweet' no apology?
She must be watching a soap,
Her attention is somewhere else,
I convince myself,
That thought gives me the strength to rise up,
From the floor i had been sitting on,
I will try texting her at news time,
She wont be watching Telly then I guess,
Hungry but appetite less,
I finally put the untouched lunch into the fridge,
And find the chocolates I had got for her,
Lying there frozen well,
I contemplate on whether to eat them,
I should, I feel, for she made me sad,
She did stand me up dint she?
But again, she will really like them when she comes,
Let me leave them for her,
I decide.
I shut the fridge,
And go waste time on the bed,
Deciding what to text her,
It gets to nine already,
I put on the news,
And mute it shortly afterwards,
I need to concentrate on what to text her,
Before am done she does send a message back,
Telling me she had something to do today,
That's why she stood me up,
I text her back that I wish I was that 'something to do'
Then she would 'be doing me all day'
And am sure she bursts out laughing,
Cause I also do as i text her that,
I know I am all that,
Style, hair and eyes...
All she wants,
I could even be her accessory like her bracelet,
I know we would love sitting on one sofa,
On a Saturday afternoon,
After we are from the swimming pool together,
Watching Telly, having sex and ordering delivered pizza,
Rather than to cook,
Just enjoying life in college like we should,
But I can't tell her all this,
Cause she will think am all about getting into her jeans,
We have so much to offer each other,
She cannot see that,
She refuses to see that,
Cause at that very moment she updates,
A status update that is totally unrelated,
To anything between me and her,
That could only mean,
That as I sat on the floor,
That as I watched the chicken I prepared get cold,
As I changed my bedsheets into fresh clean smelling and softer ones,
She was having a normal day,
Even perhaps wore a short skirt,
Hoping to get hit on by some other guy,
Not knowing I am as ready as a baked cake,
To shower her with all the sweetness she hopes for,
To splash her with all the comfort I have her way,
To pull my friends into going to club,
So that when we are sipping beers and she is dancing,
She will be having fun and not have look around,
To see whether there is a man around,
To fill the table with cocktails,
Or notice the shoes she is wearing,
Cause I not only make sure drinks flow,
I make sure ice cubes swim in them,
And management plays the music she likes,
Besides the most beautiful girl has a man in his hands,
I wonder why she does not see this,
It never goes beyond any decent levels,
The touching or the stares,
Her phone rings lots of the time,
Who is this that keeps calling her?
Am sure it's her friends telling her,
Not to give it up too easily,
To play hard to get,
Taking advice about men from other women,
Not knowing that some men are different,
Like the one writing this,
And that dating doesn't have constant laws like gravity,
We are in a new generation,
Instant gratification,
Everything moves faster,
Even getting to know each other,
We do not send love letter like our forefathers,
Wait for months before they arrive,
We are fast and instant,
Women do you believe that?
Or you still want to caught as slow as Juliet was?
Show me the man who wants to be bought for shoes?
Doors to be open for him?
As proof that he is cared for by a girl,
Then when you can't find one,
Show me a man,
That just wants the woman and her body,
As testament and evidence that he is cared for,
As appreciation for the trouble he goes to,
Not making sure you just get the ice-cream you want,
But you enjoy it,
It surprises you,
and it's the right flavor,
Even the seat you sit on when it is served,
Is comfortable enough to help you enjoy it,
Am only guilty of liking you too fast,
I think someone has experienced it before,
The one that said love at first sight,
I wish I could show you all of me in a second,
That I can protect you,
When you walk at night in the street,
I would make sure I serve you drinks perfectly chilled,
But I can't in just a second,
If you would only showed up,
She is just thinking about how I will perceive her,
If she took time to know that,
Am passed thinking about me,
Am thinking about her and bringing her joy,
Thats why I even ask her the music she likes,
So that it can be found to be playing accidentally when we kiss.
You were with me again,
I drew my face close to you,
It was a sure thing we would kiss,
But your lips dodged,
I was left trying,
To revive a now awkward date,
You thought I lied about the chocolate I got for you,
But I really did eat all of them on that day,
I don't know what to say to you anymore,
Whether to tell you am frustrated,
Or continue to pretend things are fine,
Wear the mask of confidence and cool,
Am here getting my house organized,
Dressing up for our date,
And just when my shoes are on,
I find a message,
Begging a rain check,
Then I hear an update,
That you were heading to the beach,
I feel my fake smile tremble into a tear,
Just before it drops,
Halfway through a smiling message,
I throw my phone onto the floor,
And it's battery jumps out,
It gets a crack,
And I feel anger building inside me,
Who does she think she is?
Why is she treating me like this?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Have I been wasting my time?
You are saved by the bell again,
By the ringing of my phone,
Voice filled with promise,
'I will see you tomorrow dear',
You promise,
And just like that I smile a bit,
It sounds wrong,
her voice sounded too lusty,
Am half-happy that voice is here finally,
But half-sad too,
I know her too much,
A lot is at stake,
If the sex and the kissing don't go on well,
The next day,
I will lose her forever,
Plus I know her to well now,
She is too close to me,
But we only do what sisters and brothers do,
Should I call her and tell her am home she can come?
What if she wants us to have sex finally like she sounded?
How will we even go about it?
She has made me wait this long?
Does she ever think about me?
If she decides to come, let it be!
If she doesn't, well and good!
Beside I have suffered for liking her,
I have two choices,
To let her come here and frustrate me again,
Or to come here and I spoil it all up with nervousness,
And my door bell rings again,
And the girl that walks in kisses me tight,
Thoroughly with her hands around my neck,
it is not her that kisses me,
Another girl she looks at with jealous-filled eyes,
Now you want me?
After you have been around people I know?
Now you want me?
After I stop showing interest in you,
The confidence and coolness I show now attracts you?
You should have let me have everything when I was offering everything,
Even when I have you now,
I will not bother to freeze a chocolate for you,
I will not bother to tell you what fascinates me about you,
I am tired of all that now,
You killed the heart motivated to please us both,
I promise you I know a good thing when I see one,
We were a good thing,
But you ran elsewhere,
You tried to play hard to get,
What are we gaining from not kissing each other?
What are we gaining from kissing other people?
What did we gain from not sexing one another then?
Why didn't you strike the iron when it was hot?
Why didn't you offer me everything when I offered everything?
Now am offering nothing and you are offering everything,
At least now you have me as a cool confident man,
That's what you wanted!
I feel sad too.

Monday 20 June 2011

Dear God forgive Lady Gaga


Bible scroll


Dear God,
Hi. I miss you. How is heaven? Earth is fine. Though there is global warming, and we are not quite sure about what global warming really is. But I hope you will stop it cause you are the most powerful. Besides You know what it is. First of all am asking for forgiveness through Jesus Christ. Mostly for me and my family. At least with that part of the prayer am assured of heaven for me and my family. That is what I want most from You God. The cars and the houses we will talk about later. Please forgive my friends to and my ex-girlfriends sins. I also want them to go to heaven eventually. At least they cared enough to like me. I also pray for my enemies too, mostly cause you ask me to. Perhaps as I become a more mature Christian I will pray for them with more sincerity. Dear God, You know I like cars, and I have asked for one for so long to the point I started to forget about it. A red sports car would be nice. I will ask for a Vitz from my dad but From You God I want a Bugatti. Please make the president get all this roads repaired and smooth in preparation for it. The fuel prices are also an issue I would love You to consider, please bring them down, no one can over here. Sports cars use a lot of fuel. I pray for good health for mum, dad, my Bro and my siz. I pray that my sister will get into med school, my brother will decide to do aeronautical engineering instead of computer science, and my mum shall pass her phd. I think dad is o.k. He was in school long enough, but either way give him great intellect as he does his work. Thanks for getting me into law school. I remembered I prayed a lot for that. I pray I will finish my pending units in strathmore, so that mum can wear that hat she wants to wear to that graduation.  I pray that as a family we will all grow spiritually and talk to you more often. Cause most of all you want to be our friend. And you want us to have a relationship with you. It is long distance, you are in heaven and we are on earth. But you are just a prayer away and besides, you are omnipresent. Thanks for my blog by the way, I get at least ten viewers a day even without posting anything. I don't want to talk about my blog much cause...am not perfect. Am still a struggling Christian. I need you help to overcome something's. But you know what I love most about Christianity. Your religion, is just epic. I mean, You decide that you will sacrifice Your son Jesus, so that he lives a perfect day for me, so that I can have heaven. As in for example today I forgot to pray in the morning. Am sure somewhere in the GoodBook You require me to pray every morning. And if I don't it is a sin. Isn't that the way it is? Then you decided that since You love me, You will let Jesus die for my sins so that at the end of the day it will be as if I didn't sin. Cause Jesus lived a perfect day for me i am forgiven for living an imperfect one. You see what I mean by epic. I just have to believe You have forgiven me and am off the hook. Nice one. In that case,I believe. But regardless, I will try to sin less. So, umh we will talk tomorrow about cars, houses, school and a plasma screen. I know I have prayed for all this, but am human and you are God. Have Your way. But I wouldn't mind if you considered what I have asked. It was nice talking to you. Thanks for psalms by the way, that book is so inspirational. I read it again and again until it made sense. It is very practical by the way. Thanks for Jesus. Forgive lady gaga for that awful video. Give us all a good night rest, keep us safe. Amen.




Sunday 19 June 2011

She Doesn't Thrill Me Enough To Be My Friend


I had a girl here today,
She was more sexy than pretty,
But she is fine in ways,
She is the kind of girl,
You would take a photo of her ass of,
She is the kind of girl,
Who can wear blue jeans and a plain tshirt,
And still strangers would smile at you,
In approval,
When you walk out with her,
from your apartment,
What they do not know is that,
She did not sex me,
I wanted sex on the first day,
Am sometimes an impatient man like that,
She is the kind of girl who went to good schools,
But somehow is unaware on how to change channels,
On my dstv dish remote control,
But she has the pizza delivery numbers on speed dial,
She started having sex before I did,
She admitted that she gives very easily,
Just to make the guys around her feel happy,
That was after she got to my place,
But she told me that she has changed now,
Thanks to her friends advice,
That she should not give guys as easily,
I hate her friends for that advice,
Even though i don't know them,
I feel like I want to sex her, 
I got my hand into her jeans and they stuck,
They couldn't get out of on her ass,
Time passed and the pizza arrived,
It was delivered because of her,
I got tired of her and hinted for her to go,
What was she doing here if she wasn't doing me,
She noticed I was chasing her,
And so she did leave,
I don't think I will ever learn to not have my way,
I do not understand why she is like that,
I know she knows that we would have a blast,
Provided if it was me and her her and me,
No complications just friends with benefits,
But with her if she is not my friend with benefit,
I don't think she thrills me enough to be just my friend,
So goodbye hot girl,
I got to move on.

Thursday 2 June 2011

Unexpected Beginning



Like many men,
I noticed her photo,
It was on her Facebook,
It looked less like a photo taken by a professional,
Looked more like one taken by an amateur,
That by local Facebook standards meant it was real,
The bosom on the photo were the owners,
The photo was of boobs only,
It was faceless,
I decided to try my wiles on her,
I teased her inbox with a couple of text,
Most were provocative enough to force out even if a disdainful reply,
A girl like that receives pleasant inboxes all the time,
I needed mine to be thoroughly different,
To form instant familiarity like instant coffees is,
I let her know I was in strathmore university too,
Then asked her for a boob fuck as bluntly as the word fuck,
Messages were exchanged for a while,
Then after a while we finally did meet,
In a different town from our pre-university school,
She climbed into the co-drivers seat,
In a black linen dress with clothed velveted matching buttons,
She looked as elegant as a well-bred current princess,
But do not be fooled by her proper lady-like decorum,
Within less than fifteen innocent minutes of our meeting,
She offered to give me the eight minutes that I inbox-teased her about,
I drove home faster than Ian Duncan would dream to drive,
I felt myself cum,
my neck floating on her shoulder,
And my lips thoroughly close to her ear lobe,
Before and after my eyes shut in the ecstasy of orgasm,
I saw her linen black dress with linen black shoulder buttons,
It was more than the eight minutes,
I do love sex and women,
But I still talk, laugh and sex her,
Not on general principle,
But especially her.