A Lesson You Must Learn From The Chinese Bamboo Tree

March 7, 2014 Leave a comment

Odhiambo:

Lessons of patience, persistence… from a tree; the Chinese Tree…

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the chinese bamboo tree

the chinese bamboo tree

I have been working on a project for a while now – and just very recently I thought about giving up. I had considered the epileptic electricity in Nigeria, funding, the culture of “come today come tomorrow” and a couple of other countless reasons I had concluded wouldn’t help me achieve my goal. I would later take a pair of Panadol extra to reduce my headache. I had made up my mind to quit and continue later. (a ‘later’ that may never come)

I was really struggling with that decision. I was confused, tired, and fed up. The only excitement I had left was that from a National Interactive Youth conference I attended last saturday in the south eastern city of owerri put together by Nigerian Greatness coach, Jephter Akaehie. I had my mind properly refreshed by that experience. I had an awesome time coupled with…

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The Sun Slept

November 9, 2012 Leave a comment
Sunset

Sunset

The dews so refreshing

Morning odor so alluring

The awaiting adventure so inviting

In a day a lot happens

Clocks turn to experiences

As seconds rebirth to eons

Adventure; life’s creation.

 

Gentle are the sun’s rays

Brisk are the zephyr

Smiles turn to lasting friendships

“Hellos”, to “I dos”

Flowers to ladies

Frogs to princes

Turmoil to comfort

White lies to broken trust

Before the sun snoozes

A lot and a few happen.

 

A cake I bake

For the fun of it

A walk I take

From Kidiwa to Bindura

A stroll turns to an expedition

A bribe am about to take

But honesty prevails.

 

A day

To the lazy it’s a curse

To the bold it’s a challenge

To the pessimist; a half empty

To the optimist; a good quality glass

To the realist; a high-quality wine

To the dead; naught

To the calendar; a date

To me; a blessing

To you?

Dreams turn to veracity.

 

An apple a day

Keeps doctors away

A mango a day

Leaves “ninety nine” on the tree

A scripture a day

Keeps the devil away

A smile a day

Saves facial surgery fuss

A minute a day

Ticks the year away

Words turn to inspirations.

 

Beginnings turn to ends

Adventures to memories

Days to nights

Suns to moons

Singles to married

Web logs to websites

Expectant clouds to thunderstorms

Friends to foes

Children to adults

Oh, the quests we enjoy!

Until the sun sleeps.

 
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Categories: Shortstories:- Poetry

Why Avoid Porn?

November 1, 2012 Leave a comment

This post needs no introduction, or conclusion for that matter, so I’ll just delve and spit my mind like I just swallowed an insect. This Nephilim of an issue in the room has and will always be a tag-o-war, having opinions in approval and rejection sides pulling each other. Well, be as it may, here is the insect from my pharynx… porn;-

  • Distorts one’s view of the opposite sex.

Envision this: most times you land your eyes on the person or animal (bestiality, duh!) of the opposite gender you see a sex object and your mind’s eyes think of the good time you can have with that person (or animal *yuck, I know*). Will that be a cool thing? I don’t think so! This could even lead to an anti-social behavior.

  • Turn’s a person to a life of servitude; a slave to sexual urges.

We all love freedom and would kill for such. Now imagine being a slave in a freedom filled world; slave to sexual urges that may be resulting to a self-service tension relieving, wanking or in layman’s tongue, masturbating.

Did you know that masturbating makes one’s sex organs be stiff that they may not enjoy copulation with their marriage mate when one decides to settle’s down? How awful, since sexual dissatisfaction is one of the causes of promiscuity thus infidelity and the next thing you know, someone is paying alimony. Talk about digging your own tomb and burying yourself too! I haven’t said that the condition will remain permanent though, have I?

  • Cheapens, demeans, belittles or denigrates marriage bond.

Well, I’m just a twenty-two year young unmarried lad what do I really know about marriage? You may be surprised if I knew one or two things but let me not brag and appear a wannabe braggadocio seeking attention… Anyway, copulation was, rather, is intended for the married and I can bet a penny and two cents that those acting sex scenes aren’t married, are they? So in other words they are cheapening the marriage bond, right? I told you I know a thing or two, and I’m bragging ‘bout naught…

  • Weakens an individual’s conscience and resolve to do what’s good.

The Good Book stresses the admonition to “flee from fornication”. That’s a good thing, but does viewing or reading of pornographic materials make it a smooth sail to flee from fornication? Hardly! On the contrary, porn will be like the cheese on a rat trap, tempting situation arises and twarp!  the trap snaps at you. The next thing in line is we hear or see in the news that someone defiled an infant, a young boy was sodomized or someone committed suicide after realizing she was expectant and didn’t want to disappoint anyone or an abortion attempt led to death…

  • Imprints sordid images in the porn viewer’s mind that may prove hard to erase.

Pornography, like any other drug, is addictive but, unlike those other drugs, it is hard to remove it out of one’s system as the pictures, videos and/or the lit-erotica are impressed in the mind. Tell me of a detoxifying therapy, drug or whatever that’s going to achieve the removal of the sordid memory ingrained in the memory vault called brain, any in mind or Google or Wikipedia? Anyway, hard doesn’t mean impossible, right? So, for those hooked and wishing to quite can do so if they put in the needed effort and sacrifice and discipline.

  • Damages a person’s precious relationship with the Creator.

Whoever doesn’t want to be God’s friend raise your hand? No one! Who wants God to look down from the heavens, point at them and say, ‘That’s my friend, faithful friend, an integrity keeper.’? Okay, all of you put your paws down. So avoid porn to be God’s friend, period…

I didn’t know this until I was told a couple of years back. Did you know it? If not, now you know.

What I used to know is that porn actors and actresses were willing participants. Well, some are. Some, though, are victims of slavery, human trafficking, women and children being the majorly targeted. Picture your sister, wife, child, grand-mamma, that beautiful neighbor that alters your body’s mechanism when you see her or any other close person to you being coerced to do abomination! I don’t have to ask but I know you’ll be anguished, especially since they and you are helpless; they won’t be able to escape the situation and you won’t really be able to help them no matter how many coins you threw in the wishing well.

That’s my spitted bug. What about you, if you are against pornography, what are your reasons? Care to share?

So, what if one is already hooked to this drug? How can they be helped? Maybe that can be one of the future posts (I’m not promising anything, though), but if you can help a brother here, your help will be highly appreciated.

That’s it… or almost. What do you think, should porn be avoided or not and why? Is it harmful or harmless, why?

Of Facebook and Twitter; Let’s Socialize!

October 25, 2012 2 comments
Social Networking

Social Networking

“Why have you taken eons to have this social networking sites integrated with your blog?” my me asked my other me. This got me thinking why not create a Facebook page and have you and you and you over there get to know the other side of me; the social me?

Before I continue, lemme apologize sincerely for the long unintended hiatus. Well, I was in plenty in the social media and that’s why I’m inviting you, dear reader, to join me so that when the unplanned hiatuses occur in the future you aren’t left on the lurch. And *clears throat* I missed you too, really I did! I hope the apology is accepted. Wish I could bake a peace offering care for all of you; but if wishes were…

Well, as you already know, I’m a taciturn bloke so you may be wondering whatever you are wondering or maybe wondering if I have anything to offer in these social networks; if you’ll get something from following me on Twitter or liking my Facebook page. All I can say at this juncture is, surprises come in silent packages and gift wraps. That means i don’t know what you’ll gain because I have naught much to offer :-p

If you enjoy clean humor, general knowledge stuff, quotes (inspirational, funny, silly e.t.c), other wholesome and decent stuff, you’re welcome. Also, the FB page can be a sharing platform where YOU can share whatever wholesome and of benefit to others. Stuff like tips or sites that can help others make money online, lose weight , news, amazing facts, photos, tips on saving and using properly the little money pocketed from the online money making thing, relationship tips and suggestions and others that you find pleasurable and decent to share to all and sundry.

Virtually, it is a platform for sharing non-obscene, non-vulgar material but the refreshing kind for the benefit of everybody even though I don’t promise popularity and many ‘likes’. Any hue, the more of you, the fun it will be!

The purpose of this post is just to invite you to my Facebook page and to follow mwa on Twitter. There is room for everyone.

Click to “like” and “follow”…

>>Facebook Page<<                                >>Twitter<<

… welcome one, welcome all :-)

[Photo Credit: mizwhiz.com]

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Does God Exist?

September 20, 2012 Leave a comment

‘That will be thirty shillings, mkubwa.’ Shoebbler replied after being asked the cost of shoe shining service by his first customer Mr. Mtanashati a long time ago.

Mtanashati had been tarmacking for eighteen months or so, surviving only on freelancing. As a freelancer, he made good dough, enough to see him through to the next new moon. But with his education, people, including his close relatives, thought he was just wasting his time right after having put the parents through thistles and thickets to pay for his higher education. Everybody urged him to get a real job and that’s how he sometimes found himself at Shoebbler’s to have his shoes taste some shoe polish when heading for an interview when invited.

Shoebbler was the local shoe shiner and cobbler, a verbose and loyal worker. Actually, most of the grapevine news Mtanashati gets from him.

This morning, Mtanashati was to head to yet another interview and so he had to look his best, as usual. This day Shoebbler wasn’t himself. He then started telling Mtanashati how God doesn’t exist, how his inexistence is a proof of all the lawlessness.

‘Just look around and see how people are suffering. If God existed, couldn’t he do something? Isn’t he the almighty, the one vigorous in power and with abundance of dynamic energy? ’ he said, to no one in particular.

He went on, sounding spiteful this time, ‘If God existed, why tolerate the misery that we the hapless suffer? Why do bad things happen to good people? Why do children die…?  Look at Mpole; he was a staunch Christian, every Sunday with his bible going to the place of worship, now he owns nothing. His house razed to the ground, his wife leaving him thereafter for someone with more money. Why didn’t God do anything? Why is it that those doing bad always seem to thrive, the immoral, the ones doing phony business flourishing but the sincere ones languishing in poverty and dying emaciated like the wick of the candle they used all nights, all in doing what, goodness? ’

This astounded Mtanashati as a fortnight earlier, Shoebbler himself said he was relying to God for his very existence; that without Jehovah his life would be a behemoth of misery. All in all he quietly listened to him thinking how he can reason with his acquaintance.

Shoebbler was done, Mtanashati then stood up from the stool to take out his wallet and pay. When leaving, he caught sight of a very dirty person, with shoes having fish lips, another one with very dirty shoes resembling the Sahara desert, still another with shoes that could have been mistaken to have once belonged to Methuselah.

He turned back to Shoebbler and said, ‘Cobblers and shoe shiners don’t exist.’

Taken aback, Shoebbler replied, ‘How could you say that, are you insulting me? I’ve just polished your shoes right now; see how they are shiny that you can see your reflection on them!’

‘Well, look around Shoebbler, those people’s shoes are eye sores. Look at how dirty they are, not even miracles can salvage them.’

‘You are looking at the wrong way. Those people’s shoes are that way because they haven’t taken care of their shoes by taking them to cobblers and shoe shiners.’

‘So also we can’t blame God for just anything bad that happens to us and yet we haven’t sought him for guidance on how to live but look to ourselves and all the technology that makes us grander in our own eyes… By the way, did you know that God promises a better future for us? These tragic things happening to are temporary and God promises to undo them and reclaim the earth to its original state…’

The conversation went on for two minutes or so and the two promised to talk about the subject that evening at Mtanashati’s place.

That’s it… or almost.

How Do You View Your Parents?

August 31, 2012 2 comments

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.
There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me.I was so embarrassed. How could she do this tome? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has oneeye!’ I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear.
I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’ My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.
I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.
Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts.
One day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren. When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘Howdare you come to my house and scare my children!’ GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’ And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,’ and she disappeared out of sight.
One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip.
After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity. My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have. ‘My dearest son, I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children. I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up. You see… when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. With all my love to you, Your mother.’
No matter what, always appreciate your mother (and father as well.)
That’s it… Always keep in that they love you…

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When Young…

August 2, 2012 6 comments

A bed of rose petals

All thorny stalks cut

And thrown

That’s how we see life

When still reeking innocence

In form of being young.

 

The world is always kind

And scenting concern

Everybody in a mask

Of trust

But parents always there

As landing cushions

When the cruel world

Snatches our lollipop

And we so helpless

But clinging to our tears.

 

Kingly and queenly dreams

We happy to entertain

Only to wake up tired

And sailing on pauper train

Daydreams of swimming in money

Oh, the more we drown

In the zilch end

Oh, how we wish

Everything were free

Like in the pirate bay

Pity!

 

Green is the hue of riches

This we think

Green is the epitome of envy

This we see

Green is the dye of life

This we experience

Neither the easy way

Nor the harder path

But, the life’s way.

 

Ignorance is bliss

When we’re young

And so is love

The heartache and heartbreaks

This seem science fiction

Or some urban legend

Till as a reality show

Veracity sets in

Spooky-wise nah comedy.

 

When young

Copulation is tabia mbaya§

Period!

Unless the two are married

Period!

What of canoodling?

 

When young life is

Oh, how beautiful!

Till you hit puberty

Oh, how wonderful!

Till you join adulthood

Oh, how magical!

Till you get married.

 

Life is rambunctious

Let’s live it

Like a live band

Let’s dance to its melody

Like a holy book

Let’s revere it

Like a sci-fi

Let us be awed by it

Like a …

Let’s … it.

 

When young

Act like one

When grown

Act your age…

 

All in all life is good

Live it with a tot’s innocence

Dance to it like in Bollywood movies

Savor it as if an exotic dish

Follow it like a snake’s tail

Befriend it in symbiosis

Love it, yes love it

With all affection

Not infatuation

Give life your front

Not your rear

For it to cuddle you,

Give you a huge

Warm bear hug

And not a thorough

Lashing

Or a painful kick

On your posterior sitting muscle.

That’s it… or almost.

By,


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