ONE STARRY NIGHT

One starry night,
I looked to the sky
I felt so lonely and hurt deep inside

There was this star,
Twinkling at me
I said hey Star,
I need a friend right now

Then I felt
A hand on my shoulder
There stood my daddy
With a pen in His hand

He said hey child,
Sometimes it hurts
But you’ve got the best friend
In this world right now

You’ve got Jesus
To smile upon you
You’ve got Jesus
To tuck you in
You’ve got Jesus
To kiss you good nite
You’ve got Jesus, everyday

I stared at him,
I didn’t understand
I said no daddy don’t make fun of me
Will He be there, Will He never say goodbye
Will He love me, just the way I am

Daddy just smiled
And looked to the sky,
He said Hey Jesus
Take this child of mine
Show her you care
Show her you love her
Give her the care, at this time of need

I heard angels
Sing from afar
I saw Jesus smile at me
I felt His love inside my heart
I had Jesus, Everyday…..


Even when at times you feel that you ain’t got no friend, nobody is checking on you, there is somebody who will never forget you.

KIWANIS

Wow, the world is becoming interesting as we get to discover new things. We are now being accused of trying to forge our looks. Aha, the women. That everything from top to bottom is a fake (Kiwani). Check this out………..

• That the hair is on most occasions synthetic, a fibre that tries to cheat the brothers the size of our hair is longer and thicker than what is beneath.
• That the face is covered with a foundation (liquid powder) as we try to conceal the pimples and the rough skin.
• That we wear fake eye lashes and mascara so that they can look dark and longer, for those of us who have not been blessed with thick ones.
• That we have even gone ahead to wear contact lenses so that we can dictate the colour of eyes we so wish to have, depending on the occasion and the mood.
• That we want to have a perfect nose so we go for a nose job to reduce the width of the nose and elongate it, they call it beauty.
• That we want to have full lips like for Angelina Jolie so we have to do a cosmetic surgery to have fats added on to it to make them whole and more african.
• That we want to have a perfect smile and white sparkling like for Halle Berry so we visit a dentist and do away with our old set of embarrassing teeth.
• That we are so fed up of our nails that we need to have new type of claws added to our finger nails which give a ……… touch.
• That we want to have D cup size of breasts (Full) so we do a boob job to be like Janet Jackson and to attract brothers.
• That our hips must not lie, just like Shakira’s so we are compelled to wear some type of jeans that enhance them, for the ones that are not blessed and do a liposuction to remove extra fats for the ones that have been given abundantly.
• And last but not least, we need to have a different, stylish accent to curve out our “niche”, to be unique.
• Ooh, I forgot, I promise this will be the last one. Even the walking style has got to change if you have a perfect body! We gotta walk like Naomi Campell!
  

Next time I will let you know why women do this!

BEAUTIFUL LIARS………. HA HA HA

Tell me how you tolerate the things that you just found out about? You never know….. You have just learnt that she lied to you about her age and she is as old as your elder sister who is 4 years older than you!

Who said if you tell people your real age you will die? Eeh, women, you, you and you, yes don’t you shy away, am talking about you. Women are so fast to conceal their real ages. If am wrong why are you guilty? Imagine if this world would be a place where almost everything is open, including our ages! I am meant to understand that this habit has also caught up with guys. That they also want to be seen as young as who knows how old. I thought they preferred to be treated as old guys since they are believed to be more experienced, reliable, mature and sensible. But the women want to remain in their 20’s. And these days they proudly refer to it as mid- 20’s not just 20’s. I often ask myself so many questions when I read any article on Beyonce and Ashante and somewhere between the lines they are always 25 years of age! Now that applies to like the last seven years when they came into the limelight. But woe unto us African women who can hardly afford to have a plastic surgery so that we can remain as young looking as the gorgeous Halle Berry. It is expensive and the maintenance costs are too high.

So for that matter we better accept and comfortably say the true age. I mean, I assume that 99% of the times we are lying about our age is when we want to impress a dude huh? I propose that from today onwards we must confess the real age so that we can remain with the ones who will truly love us. At the back of our minds we know that we are three, four, six years older than our “age”, the one we have just awarded ourselves. As I write this, I promise to tell whoever risks to ask me my real age the one and only truth.

I have decided to…………………

Listen to this, what is wrong with some guys? They expect too much from us! Sorry if am attacking you but I have been through it. Of course I won’t mention names but I can confess! Ati this guy expects me to humble myself by being submissive, nope. It is not what you are thinking. He says that he has been raised in a family of eight boys and one girl, so women have nothing to say and are expected to be quiet in all circumstances! That where he comes from, it is an abomination for a woman to give orders to a man even if he works under her. That he finds me excessively rude and rigid to “men” as I am assertive. That he hardly understands anything explained to him by a woman even if it tends to make sense. That there are things he cannot do if there is a woman around because they are meant for them (women).

I could go on and on but it has just hit me, “why was I listening to whatever he had to say?” But the answer is simple; I like to understand rare species before I take action. Si I also have my side of story to tell, he must know that I was raised in a family of five girls and one bull! What if we could reverse the whole scenario? And what a coincidence that we had to meet! Since both of us come from families where there is an imbalance in the gender…………….

So at the end of the day, what are you supposed to tell your boss when nothing has been done? Will you be brave enough to tell him that I did my all and this guy refused to take my orders? For some reason or other it got me thinking, “Kwani this guy thinks that all women are his sister?” I just have a weakness, I loathe creatures that like to take advantage of the weak, and if I come across such species, I unleash my true self. Now you see this guy has made us think that all men are like him! You see, he is not the only one who has shown this kind of attitude. Can we style up and start accepting the fact that we are all human beings? An Amen to that!

WHEN WILL WE STYLE UP?

Like they say, you had better measure ten times and cut once than cutting once then measure ten times! Of what use will it be when you have already spoilt the fabric? Why go ahead and air an advert without testing it to the public? At least get some opinions and have four versions of the same so that the public can react! Now there are some adverts that leave you with many questions. Like, what kind of person is being targeted, what the message is, how it affects you and why you should use the product. Am not an advert guru, but men, I got to speak out!

So please do not take me wrongly. In a society, and as human beings, we have the mandate to observe what is happening around us and change for the better. Just to give an example of one of the most annoying adverts, Paramount Cheese! I love cheese but when I watch this advert, am not convinced that I should use it. The whole scene is dull, message portrayed is that the cheese is good only for children who look like they have been forced to act!

Aah, I have remembered this one, Samona. Where children shout in front of their parents, “We love Samona, we love samona.” You try to understand why they love ‘samona’ but it does not sound convincing. The concept was not brought out well. And just five minutes after that I have forgotten what was advertised. The way they scratch their hands, you can think it is a body cream that is being advertised. You know the most annoying thing is that there are people out there who can scrutinize these adverts and come up with a better version. We seem to have an issue when it comes to giving the right people these jobs. Yap, we try to be cost effective by getting our own people whom we imagine can do an advert! But they spoil them. I think we do not like seeking opinions from other parties.

At the end of an advert, I always ask myself if am convinced to use that product. I try to be objective so I have to ask other people what message they got from the advert. It is not hard to come up with a good advert as long as you know and understand your target audience, have it tested and have different opinions and angles to it. It has got to touch someone if not all people. So, am so keen, waiting to see a new advert and if it does not move me, I will see to it that I meet the people behind it and something has got to be done! Otherwise it is a high time we stopped living like we are in the 18th century!!!!!!!!

Good PR...........................

PR? Does that ring a bell? And why should I have it anyway! We need it whether it is personal or public. Having interacted with people of all walks of life, I have come to prove that without good PR, you ain’t going anywhere!

Like when you wake up and meet this person who is not in a mood to talk to you, no, to see you, smell you….. Whatever that leads to. Now it makes sense, a colleague of mine once said that there are days when she smells people and does not feel like talking to them! Hey has someone ever been rude to you on phone yet you have never seen them? Are we on the same page now? Yes, it has just happened! But the solution is to smile…. It works. Mmmhhhh, not only smiling but remain silent and composed…. At the end of the day that person will recollect themselves and realize that you were more sensible than them.

Now where was I? You see, I should have sat, no more standing. This one was polite so I had to be nicer to them. Think about it, if it was you being treated like that, I mean, someone is yelling at you, does not want to listen to whatever you might have to say. Like they care, they hardly….. Yap, to them they are exercising their rights. As if you are an animal with no rights, but even animals have rights, did you know that? Yes it is, now you know….. Can’t think now, why don’t I leave it at that? Catch you laters!

Finally.......!

Yes! Finally my own little world where I can only be me! Whether tis gonna be a journal...will I report the office dudes always hitting on me... or the smelly armpits of taxi conductors...will it be about work, or my little games with friends? I know not. But all the same, welcome to my little world!!