life

I think of a flower, beautiful, bright and blossomed
and a butterfly flirting around its petals
but I hate that flower
for flowers wilt, wither and die
and butterflies move like radiance never existed
such is life
and moments are our flowers
here today gone tomorrow
and the butterflies move on to the next
and life fades with music and enters another scene
seeds are sown
leaves sprout

Last time out, I gave pointers on how to win the SONU election, and true to form, part 2 is here. I’m sorry it actually took this long to post, and it’s probably stale news by now but we faced a little technical hitch. This is a darker side, to be used with extreme caution. […]

If there’s one thing that confuses me or I just seem not to understand is where to draw the line between independence and dependence. So  that you can understand where I am coming from, let me give you my mini-story. I have the most amazing parents, let’s just start there. My baby sister can be the witness. We’ve never lacked what we need. We’re not rich per se, we’re wealthy but not materially. What am trying to say is we have been able to get what we need, not necessarily what we want.

Yesterday as I was walking home I had one of those moments of deep thought. I was thinking about fear, doubt, indecision and all those things that come to you when you’re supposed to do something that is to some extent out of your comfort zone. It’s like we have as part of our factory settings that function called “FEAR”. This leads you to lack belief in whatever you’re engaging in, doubt that you’ll be able to go through it or even do it, and indecision, you can’t seem to know which direction to take, what to do.

We’ve just been through another tribal census disguised as a General Election with its peculiar lingo like “tyranny of numbers”, “50%+1”, “move on”, and “petition”, which again spawned a whole deal of bad “amicus (insert word of choice)-ae” jokes. Damn right, this is a political post, despite my erstwhile efforts not to venture into anything […]

It’s #PoetryWednesday @Blunts254 is our usual source. Here’s “This is a Country for Old Men” In my village there is an old man, He has a humble unsuspicious mien, But he watches over his house with a gun, And he keeps his wealth in tattered Japanese yen. See, he served in Burma and he claims […]