How to fix the fixers

I know that there are a lot of girls that still get harassed by boys in the name of street toasting. what do you do when asking them to stop following you falls on deaf ears? do you cuss, shout to attract attention?. Having the best arsenal is all you need. well, these are my two tips and remember, they are tested, tried and bookmarked.

Play with your phone: They call them smartphones for a reason. with the amount used in purchasing them, they should get you out of any crisis!! when you find yourself in  a situation that you don't want to handle, Mr smartphone should rescue you.

when you sense that you are being followed and you are in no mood to play the I-don't-want-to-talk card or use the stony silence approach, whip your phone out, scroll through your contact like you intend calling, press the dial button and start talking. works for me all the time

The downfall is that you should a real imaginative mind, have a range of topic in mind, never break, else Mr stalker will pounce( all he needs is a small window), also pray you don't have a real call come through.

Use Threat: Okay, I don't mean physical threat. just some made up threat. I live in a secured place where we have security guards manning the gates. On my way back from work, I had this dude following me. I was too tired to play with my phone. so I just turned to him and said "would you like me to tell the guards that you are a thief trying to rob me?" immediately he retreated. I would suggest the faint of heart or Lilly livered ones don't try this except you mean it. your body language, the scowl on your face should translate that you mean to carry it out.

The downside is that you should know the territory you are in and you should gauge the size of your opponent.

P.s  like "meds", take doctor's advice.don't ignore warning signs.
P.P.s: I have done my neighborly bit. so go out and take over the street.

Signs

Creepy!
Prickle on my skin
Mirrored the bruise on my chin
Left by the tremor of realism
Clutched in the arms of idealism.

Slimy!
Spittle in my mouth
Paralleled to eyes gorged out
Removed by the panic of surrealism
Pinned by the hands of sadism.

Grimy!
Plaster on the cluttered wall
Echoed by the hallowed passage
Replaced by the glee of narcissism
Glued by the nails of masochism

On bended Kneels

Slotting Boyz2men's "On bended kneels" track whilst I write my sappy-not-so-miserable-that-you-can-see-through-my-act apology.

Words cannot express how much y'all mean to me ( I hope you take it with more than a pinch of salt), I take pride and joy in having you read from me, but things have been going crazy with my new move. I take the blame for not putting up anything. I mean( no poem,piece or just ramblings) for y'all

 That has got to be the crappiest apology ever!!

Followership means nothing if you can lead.To live by the words you project, means to live by the rulings of your dictate.How so if  the house crumbles and the rubles buries the trace.

I hope that this apology of mine done on bended kneels will be able to convince and not confuse you that I am truly, sincerely, bloggerly  sorry for leaving you high and dry.

First of many firsts

Loose paper all but forgotten
Gathering dust, once-ripe intent gone rotten
Useful only to the rickety table as support
As it crushes the ink that bled to import
The first of many firsts on the white walls
Quit smoking...×
Get my act together..×
Be nice all year round...×
....x
......×
.........×
The list is endless albeit noble
smiling as the clock strikes at the witching hour
is the face of hard pressed knuckle
On the pen about to write once again
A first of many firsts.

Haiku.. 2014

I'm starting this year on a good note...my first haiku on the first day of the year (wheels of fortune turning my way already).
If you can hear me....happy new year People!!! Whoop! Whoop!!. Hand-in-hand, this is our year of epic shit (in the voice of my copycoach).
oya read the poem before you run off


Tell tale sign of love
ushering the joy we seek
starting a new life

Burden of life

Some place in my part of the world and somewhere in another geographical time zone, "John Doe" and Jane Doe are right now taking stock of their achievements. A roller coaster ride of fleeting thoughts going round in their heads. I certainly don't think anyone is high fiving themselves and I may have said okaygoeasyonyourself if I wasn't doing the same thing
This feeling is usually brought on as the tide turns, the realization that the year is indeed ending.

Spoken Words

Do you believe that amidst chaos

If you really listen

You’ll hear the still small voice saying “I am here"?

Well... ’Do you believe?

Or

Do you lament your fate every time

Wailing and complaining to everyone who cares to listen

But on the real though, don’t give a damn

Of the trials and sufferings

Meted to you by your enemies?

Really...Not to sound sarcastic but then again,

I‘m allowed to change my mind.

Even His Son who bore your sin had complaint but who did he take it to?

Yes...In case you forgot.

God!

HE is the Alpha,

HE is the Omega,

The Beginning,

The End,

The Middle,

The Hereafter,

The Thereafter,

The Comma,

The Full Stop,

Need I go on?

If the weight of the world is on your shoulders, remember HE is God

Even the president who has to sort the troubles of 160 million people goes to bed

Heavily guarded by armies of soldiers;

What does that tell you?

HE isn’t Omnipresent

HE isn’t Omniscient

As you also go to bed unconscious of the swarm of angels

Doing battle on your behalf

Only to get up in the morning…rested…or almost

And walk out like you own your body…

Forgetting to say a prayer of thanksgiving

Oh yeah!

I remember, the body that was once a temple

Has become the holy grail of different markings

Some

Scars…that run deep

And on Sunday you go lift up “holy hands”

Oh really...

Those hands that touches filth

Hands that lay calabashes at the T junction.

Laying claims to wealth not labored for

Did you forget…that He Said?

My words will not return to me unfulfilled,

Or that He will not test us beyond our abilities to withstand

Rather you test His patience.

Pushing the buttons to find how far you can go

Before you turn and say “Save me Jesus, I‘m an unworthy servant”

Remember he is patient because he always shows mercy

But he will not wait until… (I’d allow you fill in the gaps)

So now that you know what you already knew

How about I ask you the question one more time

Do you believe that amidst chaos

If you really listen

You’ll hear the still small voice saying “I am here?

A Drunkard's Tale

 

With light steps, he swaggers

Grinning with false excitement..

He makes his way towards an unseen path

Heading for destruction or restitution?

Only he can tell.

Whistling, he casts his burden aside

That can wait, for now he is on a high

He makes his way towards the unthreaded path

Heading for scarring or reparation

Only he can tell

Or maybe he can’t tell

Tell... the tale of his ending

As a dirge begins 

And cries echoes from lips

While frowns grace the faces of watchers 

And silent thoughts that screams “there he goes, with my tips”

From friends who had cheered him on

Now...the dust becomes the revered

Putting a covering to a body so severed

The Dance

Success is a dancer

To be her partner

You have to be a willing learner

Who will invest time in practice

Who has stories sewn to the fabric

Gut laced to the soles

Grit… marking the lines of the face.

Her dance steps are varied

Thrusting, turning, twirling… never harried

She tasks the ability of one to keep up

Here the trap is laid for one who can’t buck up

Moving on…she never stops

Taking on the next ward, waiting to see if he can keep up

For the reward is only for the indulgent

Who can master her steps and enjoy the dance

Headline Story: How Advertising Changed my life...

We are in the era where trends are changing,  people are becoming really addicted to cyberspace and all sort of smart phones that are meant to make life easier:-when a phone can do teleportation, then I'd believe.
it makes us unaware of  the surroundings and situations around  because we have our heads bent to that small device that has us entranced. it makes us do what it wants at will, when we hear the sound that alerts us of an incoming message, we all but forget what we were about to do and reach for the little devil.
I have been caught in the web and I can say, that I have lived to tell the testimonies.  However,this is what advertizing has helped me do

• Become aware of happenings around me, I take in a whole lot, because right there could be my Eureka moment.
• Broadened my knowledge bank, imagine getting briefs on different brand and lawd have mercy, what this my eyes has seen eh, my small mouth cannot tell.
• Look critically at adverts, looking to find the rationale for the message.
• Going out has suddenly become my forte,  though I'm yet to resume my cocktail expedition, but going places has suddenly become my favorite pastime.
• In advertising, you are never judgmental, the lines between good and evil blurs and at some point intertwined.
• Find all the sides there are to me, and what shocking revelations I have made.
• Not shocked when I find people acting weird, because in advertizing, there are really crazy people.
• Sometimes, all I do is doodle, doodle and scribble..like Kenny says" never let the white bull be the boss"

I have to cut this post short, just had my Eureka moment, and you don't know how many days it took to get here. (hehehe)