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Ignore the Inner Critic and Embrace the Inner Muse

Ignore the Inner Critic and Embrace the Inner Muse

exactly what i do…

She Writes With Love

writing

I have this horrific habit of being something of a perfectionist. It’s just part of being a Virgo. While writing I type, delete, type, adjust, delete, type some more, then delete the whole paragraph. It’s a tortuous cycle and lately, it’s the reason my word count hasn’t progressed much and I’ve been in such a writing slump. I focus so much on making every sentence, piece of dialogue, word choice, etc perfect that writing loses all its fun. Back before I cared so much about getting it right and about what other people would think, words poured from my fingertips in a steady stream of not quite brilliance, but at least a solid story. That was before I had the nagging little critic on my shoulder poking me with a stick and saying, “This sucks! You suck! What are you even doing??” He’s not a very nice companion to have while writing…

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Posted by on June 25, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

THE SEVEN SECRETS TO HIM

Cuppiecake,here i am.I know you didn’t expect to see this here;but now that you went scrolling ;you’ve hit a goldmine.I’m doing this ages before i say “I DO’ i love you, and you are snooping because you love me too and ooh you care.Like every human being i have expectations,do you?I dreamt of prince charming just like any other girl who read Romio and Juliet.Is this getting weird?You’re my prince charming or the closest i could ever get to that.

Before you say or said[depending on when you are reading this]i do…

if you are reading this piece right now before we are together then put a smile on your face because i am in the process of giving you clues;but if we are together please stop reading before you realize you did everything wrong.I love you anyway ;don’t get ulcers,u cannot redo any of this.

1.Proposal;who oimagesn earth proposes while standing?are you singing the national anthem?seated?Ive had enough lectures in campus.Go on one knee like a modest 21st century gentleman.Don’t make it two knees please,remember you are not praying.ooh did i forget to tell you,”honeyplumb i hate red flowers please consider white ones.Mmmmh and don’t propose via text i’l not see it,my S5 chooses what message to deliver and which ones to put in the spam.

2.House;I love houses,i really do my love,BUT I’d like to be in the plan,landscape,location,everywhere from design to the physical attributes.Please wait for me ‘tujenge na wewe’ i know you want to be independent,stable and settled before we get married,but honey there are banks where you can put the money for the house and wait and we can build it together right after our honeymoon.I’d be glad to top it up.Yaahh we both know i love colors but i don’t want my house to have green seats,red carpet,yellow curtains and blue walls…colors achia rainbow[no offense naturally guys are color blind]

3.My nature;I know am stubborn…not annoyingly stubborn but lovingly stubborn[don’t blame me i take after both my parents],so please be ready for some drama like pretending am dead asleep on the coach so that you can carry me to bed,and when we get to bed i laugh at you for being so sweet,or hiding the keys to the wardrobe when i don’t want you to goimagesimages to job…I can do that and many more so please be ready for me.You have to have a big heart to stand all my faded jokes.[don’t say you were not told]

4.Pregnant;Champ,honestly i love kids and i really want to be pregnant,to feel my dozen kids kicking in my belly and to get an opportunity to disturb you a little[it gives me joy]…i have it all well planned,how ill call your  office mobile when i miss you and whine like the kid is coming the next second,and no doubt you’ll come home hurriedly only to find me at the door holding a teddy bear on my hands and tell you ‘honey we just got a baby teddy,what do we call her?’i hope you wont get angry its not my fault that i missed you?is it? and as a matter of fact, dint i just ensure you got a free day off?ooh and let me tell you,ill be having lots of weird cravings in the night and wake you up to tell you how bad am craving for ‘mutura’ and how much i should eat it immediately…hehe…this is gonna be so fun.

5.Kids;Prince charimagesming,I’d like to stay home and raise my kids myself to take videos of how they cry or laugh,to hear them pronounce their first words,to take pictures of their toes and nails,to comb their hair and dress them up,to sew clothes for them and teach them how to pray,to blog all day long of how adorable my kids are..I want to be there every minute of their lives,so please honey lets work hard before we have kids because i plan to quit my job as soon as my first kid is born and resume only when  they join school,please please do not deny me this satisfaction

6.Hobbies;I just pray that you don’t watch football because am not ready to share you with a game and as a matter of fact i hope we will not have a T.V in our house for the sake of ensuring our kids have better hobbies than watching football or the so called soap operas, id rather they have hobbies like reading,drawing and playing violinimages.No offense to footballers but i have a comprehensive definition of football [twenty two idle men chasing dead skin] but considering the footballers earn millions from the game i changed my definition to talk about the fans [a bunch of idle people watching people make money while they get broke]..that’s just my opinion whats up with that facial expression?

7.The little things;Cherry ill show interest to all that you do no matter how boring it will be,if you enjoy playing PS ill even cheer you on so please do the same,show intrest in things i do,read mimagesy blog,watch me play guitar,be there to celebrate my achievements and offer a shoulder to cry on when i fail.Pray with me when i pray,surprise me with breakfast in bed,flowers in my office[not only on valentines],open the door for me and NEVER EVER forget my birthday or our anniversary.Honestly i don’t value the big things as much as the little small things,be sure I’ll do much more for you.

 

PS;i hope you consider these before asking whether I’ll marry you ,and if i already said yes i hope you stopped when i asked you to,and if not please consider point number 7

 

 
 

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YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

i found this poem and thought of YOU…Hope you read it

Yimagesou make me happy
You fill my world with hope
You’ve changed my life
In ways you’ll never know

You have a special way
Of making me feel
More valuable than I believe I am
Your soft and gentle smile
Speaks to my heart
As if you truly understand

When something is on my mind
Or weighs heavy on my heart
You always seem to know
What I want to sayimages
Before I ever start

When I just need to talk
To sort through my emotions
Or to clarify my thoughts
You listen with ease and devotion
And I no longer feel distraught

I’m so lucky to have you in my lifeimages
Every day that you’re with me
Is another day that I’m thankful
And so incredibly happy.

i mean every letter there

 

 
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Posted by on June 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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RAIN!!!RAIN!!! GO AWAY!!!

The sun is setting
The leaves fall-fall is setting in
There’s a slight breeze outside It’s getting cold
I look outside and feel the breeze against my faceimagesimages
I close my eyes and listen…ooh its the RAIN

I gaze at the sky when it rains,i let out a sigh as i wave the sun goodbye.The day is getting cold,dark and dreary.The rains orchestra of wind blows through lush green trees.Someone is taking pictures of me,i think as i turn only to find out its the lightningimages,Thunder drums quietly, then BOOM!and i cant help but be afraid.We all love the rain,wherever we are sad it hides our tears and it soothes us with fresh air.Watching it as it drops on the ground,dressed up we cannot get a cold but spare a thought for those on the streets, with no where to go and nothing to eat.No comfort as they are freezing cold.Rummaging through bins for there dinner yet we have excess food to even feed the chicken.Dirty clothing, no shoes on their blistered feet.We look at them in disgust and some even dare to say yack!!! But have you thought about why they live on the streets??Don’t you think they long for a  warm,clean bed,warm food.Don’t you think they would want you to laugh with them not at them??

images  Don’t you think in other circumstances they would dreams of greatness and unrelenting joy??And so i want the rain to stop and only rain during the day,that way it will be fair to us and to them…To this boys and girls who survive on begging,waving motorists into parking areas and when times get to tough they rob your bag just to get money for food.They need to survive,don’t they?To this kids who once upon a time had their own names,but now they share the same name….The Street Kids….lets love and take care of them.Until then lets enjoy looking at the sun..

 

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 6, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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THE CRAZY ONE!!!!

 

Yesterday was a special day,one of those days i felt like doing something crazy,not the crazy am used to,some other crazy,the type of crazy that is outside my routine.I hate routine but i follow mine to the letter for lack of a better alternative.May be because it is the right thing to do or perhaps because am afraid of failure more than am afraid of a poisonous snake.And so me and my friend headed to the court,not the high court….the Supreme Courtimagesto say hi to the Chief Justice Mr.Willy Mutunga, have a picture with his phone of course considering my Kenyan S5 takes black and white pictures and on noticing the Chief Justice it may as well say error 78576323516764…but our greatest task that had taken us to the supreme court was to ask Mutunga about his source of ancestral inspiration [the earring on one of his ears] …this story still puzzles me.imagesSo we first went round the supreme court studying it and Goggled a court proceeding that was to take place there,just in case questions where bombarded our way.Having full confidence we walked in like learned Kenyans looking curious as journalists and handed our ID’s.then slowly we walked in from one court room to another admiring the authentic furniture’s.’How about we go this way’ i suggested….’sure sure’ my friend suggested…we walked to some chamber and saw a court room that was so pretty…I would have been a lawyer if only lawyers could argue cases without having to read so many histories,but being a math students i had no chance of doing theory and that’s how i landed doing statistics.I had this chance of being a judge and i could not let it pass,i acted as a judge reading what i think is Mutunga’s penal code and sentenced my friend to life imprisonment for killing an unborn baby according to chapter 36[how do you put roman numbers using a comp?] section 2A.This place was ideal for hide and seek and so i tried hiding and my friend looked for me….after around one hour of venturing the supreme court we tweeted Willy Mutunga and asked him to come and have a picture with us…but Mutunga did not come…he missed a lot,quite a lot i must say,’having a picture with us is not easy,we are not sure next time we will give you the opportunity of having a picture with us’ we tweeted.It was now time to go home and so we got out of the chambers we were in ,only to see a poster written ‘STAFF ONLY’images Oops we had been playing all through in the area were non employes were not supposed to enter…teren teren…i hope the CCTV guy had a fun day checking us out and we will not find anything on you tube like ‘FRIENDS PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK IN THE SUPREME COURT’ please Mr. this was not us,twas the crazy one in us.

 
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Posted by on June 5, 2014 in Stories

 

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I WANT

I want to run,run and run…till am so far from the world,where I can scream and cry as much as I want with no question or comment directed my way,where I can laugh at myself for all my foolishness,clap for myself for all my successes.some place ill not have you, someplace I can write on my diaryimages till there no more pages and throw the diary in the water fall hoping that no human being will find it, perhaps hoping God will take and read it through and grant me the one thing I’ve been praying for day and night if not everything I’ve written there…I want to cry my tears out without my mum comforting me,I want to watch the river flow and make a song with its tune,I want to look at the sun rise and see it set with its voluminous flaming orangeimagesimages,I want to take selfies and update on my own social site where I have no followers or stalkers.i want to sleep on the hay watching the stars and fantasizing as the moon reflects its romance on my face.I want to be rained on till my tears don’t make no sense…I want to make fire with stones and sticks and eat squirrels for supper,I want to be scared by the lions till I fall asleep ,I want to eat wild fruits for my breakfast and take a shower in the river.i want to be away from this cars that hoot in unison spoiling my eardrums, away from this polluted area,I want to breath in fresh air not from air wick but from nature itself.i want to be alone,to sing with the birds and run after butterflies.i want to admire ladybirds and ask the grasshoppers who is the fairest of them all,I want to pray till Jesus talks to me personally and not using angel Gabriel.i want to walk barefoot till my feet can take it no more. I want to throw stones in the oceanimages,I want to ride horses till i can ride no more ,i want to be alone,please leave me alone.i want to disappear where there no mirrors on the streets that make me so nervous when I notice my hair is untidy,I want to release my hair to speak the language of the wind,to move left and right with no pattern. I want to be intertwined with nature itself…i want a break from everyone from everything…I want to forget am a students and use my books to make kites,I want …I want…I want.. I want to be loved…imagesI WANT,I NEED A VACATION.

 
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Posted by on June 3, 2014 in Stories, Uncategorized, wishes

 

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