meaningful ramblings

~~I am addicted to police checkpoints. Yeah , if I were you I'd give myself side-eye too. But seriously, whenever I get to a spot that has been a checkpoint at some point in the past, I slow down and turn my interior lights on. Doesn't matter whether its at night or during the day. Is there some form of rehab for this? Let me add that sometimes I even smile~~ ~~But what is it with policemen and those disgusting torchlights? (not calling them flashlights.) They shove the beam in your face, flicking their wrists and tinz. Now if I didn't have "inner" lights, I'd totally understand. But nooooo, the part where as a policeman at a checkpoint you apply some common sense is totally wasted on that lot. Like I'm sat there, all interior lights on, and you are still flashing something in my face. And the adeptness at wrist flicking…..tells me that they must wank a lot.~~ ~~I think I need new music in my life. Real music. I have been stuck on sad crybaby love songs fo...

Hugging oneself is never the same. No matter how many times uve been held, u never get tired of it. One more day,one more night. Just one more time, before u go. Let me be able to say, don't go cos the place will be empty where u once were. One more kiss,let me touch your face one more time, quickly before I realise that this is infact a dream. Let me beg the morning to stay away. Just before the world runs off, and sunlight chases ur shadow away. Before dawn ends my dreams, let me... The lone tear in ur eye, the lone tear on my cheek. They came from the same source. The longing from deep down. The world keeps moving And I'm standing. Standing at the gate. Watching. Watching you go. Please let time stop. Let me... Let me say, please don't go. You'll take heaven with you. Let me sleep. Let me dream. Heaven comes when my eyes are closed. And I'm going past the red gate. To a redbrick house, 3800miles from here. Goodnight. #np: Vanilla twil...

Before I started writing this post, I asked God to please give me the right words. But just right now, it occurs to me that there are no right or wrong words when talking about faith. Because faith simply is. There's no doubting it, or justifying it, or struggling for it. Why is it so easy to believe that something can go wrong, instead of trusting that nothing can go wrong? Too many times, as Christians and believers, its so easy to get caught up in what the world tells us. I remember an old (i think its ) Ron Kenoly song that goes "whose report will you believe?" It must have been then that I developed my practical approach towards faith. Because why on earth should I believe that things will e anything less than perfect. The Bible has told me that God knows the plans he has for me. plans of good and not of evil .......... It has also told me that it may tarry, but it will come. So why should I believe differently? Let me not boast lest my faith like Job's be test...

Ok. firstly, i'm the absolute last person that you'd ever hear say the words "toh bahd" or any of all the other phrases/words/slangs coined or made popular by Mohits. Frankly i think they (not Mohits, the words/slangs/phrases....although....)sound slightly retarded. But! i've been in a bit of a mood lately. Adjusting to Superman not being around, we're on the same timezone but we might as well not be. He's trying, God bless him. But its still not the same. plus, a bunch of other stuff. And have I mentioned that I miss him so much ...yeah. its a physical ache. Anyways, woke up this morning, late. So i couldnt go to the gym. Which added to my bad mood. so on my way to work, (my music player is on shuffle) D Banj's "Mr Endowed" came up. I remember when the song came out and twitter folk where yammering on and on about it lacking lyrical quality. Well do u remember my post on LAB? lyrically acclaimed bullshit? yah! anyways, i couldnt help but d...

I've always had reasons for which to be thankful. To God, to my parents, to nature, to the earth, to my friends,.... Wokeup one day to Temite's #imthankfulfors on twitter and after sampling opnion (thanks again twitfam) I realised again that most humans are thankful for the same things. For and to God. For being God. For family, what would we do without you. For life. No matter how bad everyday is, at least ure still alive right? For money. And of course the things money can buy. For love. For always making it count. I am thankful for this gift. That I can put pen to paper and write things that can make me or you laugh, smile, cry and think. This gift that gives words meaning... I am thankful for bad roads. Cos they ensure that I don't speed to my death. But I am even more thankful for good one. Cos that'll mean that Pegasus will be alive for longer. I am thankful for people that sleep with their mouths open. Even when in public. For example in traffic. Gives me someth...

~~I swear i had all these beautifully random things i was going to say. But as usual, when i plan a post in advance it never seems good enough. so...i dont know whats gonna come out here but it'll be what i'm thinking. i think~~ ~~keke marwa's/napep are the scourge of this earth. When i grow up, if i ever do, i shall buy myself a caterpiller/crane/trailer. whichever i can afford when i grow up, and i will hit every keke that crosses my path~~ ~~My mind is almost 6000miles from here. actually just checked and its actually 3100miles. and 4800kms.~~ ~~Never figured myself for the "teary eyed looking forlorn at the airport girl". It seems however, that I am. I however did not wail. I do not believe in causing a scene. That would be incredibly common. I did however have to wear my ray bans~~ ~~I think people should get on with it and leave the "geek" look behind. But then again, who am I to judge.~~ ~~I think i want a baby. But what on earth am I go...

I watched as my uncle was laid to rest on saturday. I cried new tears as I watched the coffin being lowered into the ground. I cried with his children as they cast dust upon the coffin, commiting their father's body to mother earth. From dust to dust......   Across from me, I watched my father, tears in his eyes as he buried his brother not of the same blood. Friend, for over 40 years and I wept for him too. I saw my mother beside him, holding his hand. I knew that she was remembering a similar burial from 8 years ago. When she buried my late uncle's wife. Her friend and confidant. And I cried for her too.  And fell in love with my parents, all over again.   Most times we take our parents for granted. Assuming that they'd always be around. But what if?....My father was my bestie for many years. Until I felt like I'd outgrown him, and sought friendship elsewhere. Not anymore. Recently, i didnt speak to him voluntarily for almost 2 months becasue o...

Lol...scratch my title. Or dont scratch it. Not yet, cos its not complete. I'm in love, yes. With love. I know, beat me. You were expecting something else weren't you? I've missed my blog and blogsville so much. My google reader has over 100 unread items. :s. Work has just been horrid and as I type, I am on hard bought borrowed time. Nevertheless, lemme make this count. Its thursday, and I am in love with love. Not just for love's sake, but cos I'm learning new stuff everyday. You know that passage about love in Corinthians? Its so complete. Please read here : LOVE And lately i've been thinking about it alot, and about what it means. But I wont preach about that, the bible is already explicit in that aspect. Instead, you know how a picture is worth a thousand words? Enjoy... Do you agree? The part about highly desirable makes me smile. And if you've been reading my blog since last year, you'd know that I concur completely with the weakened brain, s...