JOURNEY TO UNKNOWN DESTINY: Part one

Call it obsession. Infatuation. Lust. Crave. But not love! Love is not a feeling for feelings can be satisfied. Love is never blind for even the blind can love. God instilled us with love as an unconditional gift for He loves us as always. Love is that which that brings peace and tranquillity despite of the enmity that can be among us. It is the strings that can still keep you holding onto a relationship; it can be a family, friendship relationship.

On contrary, most belief love is the satisfaction tour lusts and forget compatibility. This is a newer. Where social media is our best friend more than our face to face friends. Our social life being best based on our physicality and not personality. Individuality has become less important thus dependence on public opinion on our private issues.

'Love' between two has become public.
The societal norms being the last option or rather not even counted as important to help us in decision making. Social media such as Facebook has become our grounds for meeting dashing partners; with a well grown ass, busty chest, slim waist and superb complexion.

We inbox masquerade of words complimenting their looks though half naked we opt to think they are the best to love for they will give you satisfaction-that's what you call love. Love is not physical attraction mainly. The beauty of a person lies within her/his deeds and the mind. I tend to oppose the proverb; "Beauty lies in the hands of the beholder." This is because in our generation beauty lies in the hands of the public opinions!
Okay, it may sound awesome and worth of being proud posting photos of your lovers in public instagram and Facebook-dressed in sexy clothing showing off some of their body parts. Followers will compliment you with worthwhile comments. You feel good. You feel a winner. You feel the best player in the relationship game. Am sorry to say, you are the cheapest and worst player!
Have you given it a thought? What if you are advertising her for the "Team Mafisi, kidnappers or rapists?" Later you start abusing her/him on the same same social media on how cheap/a player she/he is after lavishing her with intimate words to make her/him most important. I call it bull hotbed shit!

Always look before you leap. If she has not bored a kid for you; you have no full right to her. If you the friends and family have not approved her; she is not yours yet. If your love is based on living the present without thinking the future; you two are never to be.

Love is a principle. Principles are meant to make us worth people. People who can make their own decisions and not depend on public oriented decisions considering private issues. The same amount you make love relationships public you will use the same public to share your troubles. You are the only problem to your problems and the only solution to your problems.

Love is not hormone oriented. For hormones trigger feelings. Feelings are not based on compatibility for they fade. Love does not hurt for feelings do. Love never fails even the end of times for it is instilled in us always. Love does not boast for it sustains in peace and harmony.

Well, youngsters, it is time we base our love to be a private issue. If it is a must for it to be public let it be once you two have wrinkles. Have withstood the shackles and pains of marriage but still kept the spirit of togetherness.
Been watching closely these two youngsters in love through instagram and facebook.  Always posting photos of them dressed in their swag style, exchanging intimate words to each other adding flavour with the love emoji, kissing (public sex act) and showing off the best of each other.

Am neither jealous nor surprised but; will that swag pay you rent in future? Keep up a family? Make you the best couple as you spend time travelling from town to town having fun; drinking the most expensive alcohols, dining in most expensive hotels, attending all kinds of parties while you take photos of you smoking shisha? Then you believe all this fun you have you two you will make a good couple. Never! She/he loves you because of your physical beauty and your money that ‘gonna’ make you two be known for money speaks louder than simplicity in our generation.

I can’t judge you. I can only give pieces of advice. A good name is better than riches. Manners maketh a man. A good wife is what Proverbs 30:10-31 describes. Love is what 1John 3:18 says. Love does wonders if given a chance to value it responsibly not imparting hormonal reactions to be love.

Love does not hate.
It cares
Love never fails.
It is unending
Love does not assume
It appreciates
Love is not blind
It is the actions in truth
Love does not give up
It embraces the pains.

The parents you are evading to guide you on Love Matters and running for public opinion are the best counsellors. You may think they know less but you know nothing! A best relationship is one led privately and seeks guidance in a way worth to emulate. Love between two isn’t a PUBLICOPINION!!

The 'Bents' and the 'Straits': What Does it Matter?

Disclaimer: I, Faraj, believe in heterosexual relations between human beings. For purposes of these sermons or other; I am not going to necessarily defend LGBT groups and related. I am rather going to speak my mind. I am a strait narrow in this regard and whoever doubts it must ask my male and female significant others. I am too old to do experiments that will make my fathers' guts churn in their graves. But I am going to speak my mind about heterosexuals vis-a-vis LGBT groups. Like the Equator, my moral line is arbitrary; but clear.
Strait is good. It is popular. It is normal. It is fashionable. It is a natural expectation. It is any other fallacy that would make it sinless. Blemishless.

The moral questions. What makes adultery less awful as compared to lesbianism? What makes the East peculiarly tolerate homosexuality and bisexuality as viewed against the eternal sin of, say, bestiality or incest?

Morals come from one: religion. God (in most religions) says bad things about homosexuality. He defines how we are supposed to have sex and with whom. In this way; piety is proscriptive against the self-will and the quintessence of curiosity that God allegedly gave man. So we become dichotomous regarding right and wrong. In the religious politics of right and wrong; religion becomes, essentially, an efficient regulator of being.

Two. Our innate human nature enables us to define what is right and wrong. Gut sense. The angel in us. Something tells a (presumably) sound human that defilement is wrong. Albeit the innate human sense reflects of some uniformity across cultures and generations. It is irredeemably subjective. Human soundness is subjective. A 'bent' person will, in his innate human sense, argue that he was born gay; or that he has become used to it till in his head and manners has achieved a threshold of moral normalcy. Same for a strait whose argument would, more often than not, be bounded by the tyranny of democracy. And history.

Three is socialization. Traditional and modern. Very few societies separate religion from formal education. I suspect that it is for the common assumption that secularizing education sucks all ethic from it. That is living the lie. Postmodern societies are persuaded that religion has no place in their tadpoles' early socialization. Culture is the host that carries education. Values. Norms. Artifacts. Tools. Trades. Et cetera.
From generation to generation. LGBT is not a value in many societies. Though it is as old as pederasty practiced in many old societies. We will almost naturally therefore detest what our fathers never taught us. Formal education especially in Africa; having been heavily fused in religion makes our appetite for liberty low; and our tolerance to the 'bents' lower.

Four. Neoculture, through the speed and rate of consumption of information. New and completely convergent cultures have emerged. Cross-cultural contact. Acculturation. Enculturation. Resocialization. Traditional and emerging media have all sexualized our lives suppressing what was thought as taboo. The lines that demarcate right and wrong in our heads are therefore getting more blurred at the speed at which we access new information. We are exposed. We are therefore gradually accepting 'alternative sexuality' in most cases, subconsciously. In which case LGBT is becoming a new level of normalcy.

In a thousand words. Religion taught me to love my neighbor. Science taught me to test God and He will understand. I cannot love that whom I haven't seen (my neighbor).

Eventually our conservative beliefs are soon overrun by time. Religion and the concept of God and hope become stunted and suffocated by our liberties to research. Mainstream religious order gradually accepts LGBT. When religious order is affright with new challenges, doomsday gets blurred, the promise of a heaven with milk and honey sublimes unto an unchecked level of moral liberty.
Having been persuaded that what I have said above is true to my nerve; I would not make a fuss about the morality of LGBT, or lack of it. Morals are agreeably necessary for survival of humanity, as well as for regulation of behaviour. But they are subjective as well.

Doomsday comes the day you die. Let these people live (or die) up to their milk and honey.

©2016 Faraj Nyanchoga

Poetic Trumpets: I WANT

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Would love to see you
Lying on my hairy chest
Letting me caress your body gently
Feeling the smell of your soft skin affectionately
Whisper into your ears sweet melodies
Plant countless kisses on your forehead
Feel the two spongy calabashes upfront
Scrub you softly and hold you tightly on my chest
Make those touches tender
Till sweat starts dropping down your pants
I want to kiss those drenched lips
And make your pot moist
I want to hold those long legs
And gently squeeze them with lust
I want to look directly into your sleepy eyes
And express my deep affection
I want to feel that scent
Yes, that scent that weakens my bones
That scent that makes butterflies bow to your command
I want to smell that fragrance
The fragrance that I can feel from a distance
The one that announces your presence miles away
I want to touch that beauty with my own eyes
The beauty which makes men with stiff necks turn
The beauty drawn from the stars
I want to set those legs apart
And move them the way you want
Follow your command
And oblige to your demands
Make you weak to the core
And get your body soaked
I want to dance to your tunes
Listen to your heartbeat
Listen to those soft beats that sooth my heart
Get to the ballroom and dance the tango
Or should we dance the salsa?
With your earphones on, and the music slow
I want you to set the right ambience for this

@Phoenix ~Poet

SEX WONT MAKE US BETTER YOUNGSTERS

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We meet those specific angels who throb our hearts
Who warm up our body temperatures and sweat trickles
That leaves our eyes having a hip hop dance as they stare
"I want you! Even just for a hug! Just for a night!"
Hormones take over as desires so tempting to touch
Though, we not physical touch, we touch with our eyes
We look into the future and fantasize that bed of roses
Playing hide-and-seek, a game without a referee.
Playing "cha mama na baba" and cook the meals we never fit to

Young, beautiful, breathtaking physique to let go off eyes
We find these intriguing personnel
Driven by beauty
Desires for a duty
"You look hot, stunning, beautiful, I love your lips,..."
All the social media crap!
She falls for it
Her body warming as the hormones awaken
Making her face lit with glee and glamour
Imaginations takes control
Desires build fantasies
The craves rise
The words make meaning
She listens, she entertains him
The conversation burns up
Bam! Then, 'l love you sets in!'
HELL NO! ~ THAT WAS FAST AND CHEAP!

A day is scheduled
They meet in town
She, dressed to kill ~and evoke the emotions
He, dressed in his latest swag
Looks a 'yoyo'
She thinks, 'damn he got swag!'
Up to date~yes!
But wonder, is the upstair updated?
Which kind of chip is installed?
Durable, perishable, updated?

He takes her by the hand
Walks besides her along the streets
Acts like a Vikings' actor masculine to protect what is his
She feels great
She brushes off smiles as passers-by steal a glance at them
'This is my man! Bitches please, 'choke yourselves'!
Team mafisi, 'kuleni kwa macho!'
That could be read once a sight on them.

In this five star hotel
Can be Serena, Ole Sereni, Hilton
They walk like a couple in their honeymoon
Sit opposite each other
Maybe, for a better view of the cleavage with popping yellow yellow fresh pawpaws ready for blending
He bites his lips,
She shies off
"Queen, what are we to be served"
Her heart skips a bit
In her mind she's like
'Damn! I'm lucky'
Fish, baby spinach, wine, and all delicacy ordered served
Conversations become intimate
He wipes her lips
Blushing, her eyes falls
All full and set
They walk out as he held her by the hand
She leans on his shoulder
Comfortable!

'Can we have a rest while we talk?'
She nods up and down
He giggles
Leads her to a bed and breakfast restaurant
Books a room
They set in for a rest.

But do they talk?
Yes, they speak in tongues
They utter words worth a travel to the moon
Huh! Don't forget they have no knowledge to do with rocket science
But to the moon they journey
They eat honey on their way
They marry each other
They bore 'babies'
*Babe, l love you!*
*I love you too!*
They enjoy.

The rocket lands on earth
After a successful study of the moon
They dress up
Walk out
Pay for the services
Head to the bus stop
Girl boards, with sh.100 transport
There's no 'babe' again
Just a weird wave
Goodbye!

You hate yourself than you had valued yourself earlier
You hate your actions
Your thighs pain
Your virginity gone!

Did sex make you a better person?
Did sex give you a reason to be proud of yourself?
What is your real face?
Yes
You broke your principle
You made 'fake love'
He just wanted fun
He is gone!
He can now brag
He can now say you nothing but cheap

You cry
You hate
You upgrade to a mother
Hardships set in
You drop out of school
You are now a parent
Or infected with a disease

Young sex won't make you mature
It won't make you a genius
It destroys
Do not commit adultery
Stay safe
Stay in God's light
Stay principled
And save the best for your wife
Be the best for your husband.

THERE'S SUCCESS IN EVERY PAIN

You are a young person, a parent, a teacher, a priest, a president and others who are reading this today; I know life has not given you all time pleasant moments of happiness without sadness. Without the hurt of the heart and the tear of the heart with bitter tears and ripped off personality. Well, if you have never encountered that moment then you have to prepare. 

Prepare to face it like an eagle. Prepare to mount and be a mountain even if you whether slowly, you can withstand and hold the position right. Without pain, you can never understand struggle. Without struggle you will never see the reasons to push on, keep abreast and always believe that the doors to success will open. 

They may not open all at once and your life become so smooth and swift the way you can imagine. No. Success comes in bits. It comes with the efforts you put into your actions and not your words. For you can talk all day but never change a thing. But if you act, if you fit the key into the keyhole and turn it to open, if you hold the knob and unlock the door to get in and set for the work that you have to do to prove your pains and determination that you have to undergo to reach the path with fruits, then you are doomed. 

I like it when life is referred to us as a bed of roses. Roses have thorns. Roses are beautiful. Beauty comes with a price. A well-kept homestead with a beautiful flower garden and cut grass comes to existence as efforts of the dwellers. Today, purpose to be stronger because you are strong already. Look forward to hurt keeping in mind that you are a winner even though pain may try to pin you down and drag you to a corner. 

You are exemplary. That's why you are never completely the exact copy of the other. Use what you have for the better of you and the society at large. Share your pain. Share your success. I know, a number of people will mute when they succeed. But for anyone who knows the real pain without the use of corruption, nepotism, tribalism and the rest will never forget his or her ways to the top hence will always look up to the best. 

It is your time. Make it happen. It is never too hard to make it a reality. If our forefathers did it, then we can endure it and be the best among the best; be the wisest among the wise. The ball is in your coat friend. What do you choose? Pain? Success? Both?

Pain in Success Vol. 1 By Machuka Janet

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A LETTER TO MY WIFE

  

If l make it not from this war-zone

Let this letter reach my beloved

Wife, let her break its seal

With her bare hands 

Let her read it with love and care

Let her read it not with teary

Eyes, tell her to be brave for

My dog chain still rests on my chest 

Let her read it this way...

Sweetheart l wish l was there with

You this valentines, to give you

A Rose flower and wet your lips 

With red wine... 

But the path l chose allows me not

I am made to lie on a thirsty

Ground to defend our cause

Surrounded by a garden laden

With skulls that emptily stare up

Space as a menace of terror 

Grip our camp

Sweaty faces faced with long

Lost humane

Dear wife l don't want to scare

You off, l am fine to die with

Cause instead of dying in the course

Of suppression... 

Give my people the wine up the

Cabinet, let them quench their

Thirst fill their stomachs with

Bread, let their bodies sway and

Dance to the rhythm and sound

Of the drums... 

Let their torn souls

Find purpose to sing the song

Of Lawino as their feet stamp hard

As they shout chants of revolution

Dear wife, if l be M . I. A, let my

Son Malcom know that dad died

With a cause in the course of

Seeking a better nation 

He died trying to instill revolution

In the hearts of our people

If he understands not let him

Know that his dad was a poet

Who aspired not to be famous 

But one who wrote to unveil

Change to break loose and free

From the chains of oppression

If i make it not from this war-zone

Let me be buried in my

Motherland

By Marco-the-poet

4 Ways to Tell Love is Blind

There comes a time and an age in life that we need some special individuals to share our feelings, love, craziness and all the fun we have ever dreamnt of. Someone to feel. Someone to love. Someone to hold, kiss, touch, share the words that drive us to the worlds unknown; just like a dream come true. 

These are the times we become more noticeable. We look beautiful, pretty, handsome, curvy, and friendly, name it all towards the opposite sex. Men look masculine with broadened shoulders that girls could hardly doubt protection; he can even fight a lion and kill it just to protect her. 

Well, some feel too secure and totally in a world of their own. Love blinds them to the extent that they feel the most powerful in the world. The world becomes a better place to exist and share every bit of love games they can indulge. Nevertheless forget the true meaning of love. They stay in the darkness of the blind love; and take no heed to any piece of advice because they believe to be the masters of love.

For instance, when love is blind:

      1. There’s immense infatuation

Infatuation at first sight can happen, but not love. Love is a spiritual and emotional connection between two people. A number of youths have fallen into relationships that I can term as fantasies. 

They easily get carried away by the unreasoned passion and believe it is love when they are just passing and wasting time for each other. The couple loses interest in everything that pertains to the normality of a relationship. In a number of cases, some will neglect the duties of life as if they were matters of little concern. 

Love is infatuated when it is described as the warm glow of impulse, the fascination of one young person for another. True love has an intellectual basis; deep thorough knowledge of the object loved. 

2.There’s too much ignorance

Love is blind when the reason to falling in love is blinded and judgment overthrown. Youths tend to hate corrections from their elder because they trust their judgement more. The involved in such a relationship will not submit to any advice or control but rather insist on having their own way, regardless of the consequences. 

Most of us believe we know it all than even our parents who have passed through the same route to get where they are. The best advisors must be our parents.

Ignorance is realized either after a heartbreak or when the relationship is unstable. 

3.There’s more use of words than actions

Relationships that involve much of words and less of actions are blinded in a pool of succumbing. Love is actions in truth. Actions does not necessarily mean making love or acting married when no member from your family or friends have approved it. 

Actions such as patience, trust and tolerance must be instilled. Some involves themselves in too much of words and forget to act in line with their future. Words that do not actualize in actions will never change anything rather waste the special time for building a firm foundation for the relationship.

 

       4. Rules and principles are broken

Take an example of campus relationships, a number of times those that fantasize to be in love break rules and principles they have set to guide them. Some might end up indulging themselves in alcohol intake, immorality among other vices that can corrupt their being and mind just to fit the circle of ‘blind love’. 

This mainly happens to make the other partner happy or fit into his or her world of fun. Once one breaks the rules towards the negative side alluding it as following where the heart wants to be is blind love. Blind love sets in vices and scraps off virtues.

Though blind love may not be as bad as illustrated, sometimes it may give room to knowing the right and the wrong after a bitter experience. 

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