green illusion

In the space of 120 seconds and a margin of 8 goals, Manchester United, my favored football club relinquished the title of English champions to their most sworn of enemies and noisiest of neighbors,Manchester city football club. I will be honest with you, as a devout supporter of the club, that drop of saliva that i swallowed when it finally dawned to me that it was gone hurt. It hurt me that we had lost the title and most of all, we lost it to City... But that was all there was to it, my feelings are enshrined in much more than just the falling of a season, am shielded in the belief that United just it has done so many tim,es in the past when faced with pretenders to its crown will once again forge itself into greatness. like Sir Matt Busby once said, United is a team that seeks after excellence, and when it fails, it just has to settle for perfection. So I write today in honor of the hard work that the team put out through the season, and in comfort of the promise of the future.

It crawls up to the darkness and sits up coiled against the dying wall, shreds of paint fall at its touch.. I stretch out my hand towards it but will not come to me, my movement only seems to push it further into the wall. Whatever got this creature to such a deplorable state, it sees no hope of rescue from its troubles! It extends further as if begging the walls to somehow devour it. So i stand there, absent of thought, absent of speech, resigned to my fate, there is nothing more I could possibly say to change it. This is not a job of a mere mortal like me, I could not change a thing even with all the wisdom of the world on my back. So as I draw away from the scene of my defeat, my feet discover a piece of paper on the dusty floor beneath them, the fable light piercing through the wooden windows allow me to read, this is what I see... the lamp of the LORD searches the spirit of a man, it searches out his inmost being ... I have found my answer so I shall not look back to this day as...

Uganda, my beloved country has been ‘trending’ on twitter for the best bit of this and last month. Now for a country like us to trend let alone keep trending for so long a while is just strange. If am right this could just be the first time we actually do. It is all down to the recent campaign by a certain fellow called Jason and his ‘Invisible Children’ campaign to “get Joseph Kony famous” to get him “arrested” to “stop Kony”. So I decided to check out people’s comments on the subject, I specifically searched “#Uganda”. Oh dear me it is just unbelievable the amount of RAW ignorance and stupidity that is floating out there. One particular tweet ticked me off, “for every re-tweet, 0.35 dollars will be donated to Uganda and the ‘Invisible Children Inc’. What are we now? Peasants, paupers? This Jason fella has managed to twist minds into thinking that without him and his organization we are nothing and Joseph Kony will run all over Uganda bringing more plight and misery over an alr...

Pretty soon I shall be two and a half decades old, am a fully grown man and consider myself an adult and therefore know what it is I want in life, what I want for myself and from those that encircle me. That said, you too my dear are an adult and expect you to be certain of the things that drive you to wake at dawn.So if you expect me to crawl on hot coals, run through brick walls and cross the Atlantic just to proove to you how deep my eagerness to have you stretches, then you got it a little twisted. I do not see past curved lines and surely am not going to disrupt my cycle for you.

In between the moments of near bliss, affection and the spells of almost poetic living, love is not always love and roses are sometimes just black pungent little things. In a relationship, stars are not always perfectly aligned, there are no “soul mates” and fights are perfectly normal. There is no in between, no hot and cold, instead you are eternally stuck in either extremes of joy happiness or depression sorrow . There is always a fluctuation of emotion and the smallest of things often offset the balance. Points are easily lost just as they are earned and nobody forgets mistakes “wrongs” done, instead they are added to your tab. When you are single though, and are out looking in; chances are that all you see are red roses, strawberries, scented candles, nights under a full moon and endless bliss. You will in fact want and desire with every string of muscle of your “heart” to get in and have a piece of the pie. Alas, when you get in; the truth rubs your face like the very w...

It has been a couple of years now that I have been in this place and I can now quite confidently say that I know it well. I know it it just as well as the place I spent my infant years. I know it well because I have been coming here at the hatching of every dawn ever since I heard of it those many years back. It has been five years now but nothing has changed. Apart from the extra layers of dust on the floor and the now more intricate cobweb on the cracking walls, everything seems to have kept its place just like it was those many years ago. It is a lot more silent now though especially with the parting of its inhabitants who seemed to have got wary of the unbearable heat that that defines this place. So am left here alone, alone with the cracks on the walls, alone with the silence, alone with the heat. and even with the solitude that seems to be etching closer and closer to a life of its own, I still return here each and every day. I come back hoping, that it has chan...

"you have enslaved me, enslaved me to thoughts of you, debilitating thoughts. I cannot live with my mind this awake to you, it is infected, utterly intoxicated" " I cannot put a leash on these feelings, like a wild animal, I could only get myself hurt trying to. I have got to let it live, let it be" "the stains of my tears and the cracks on my heart will always remind me of her, keep the memories of her alive. There is no such thing as invincibility with love ....you get hurt whether in it or out of it...but they tell me that is life, it is complicated they say"