Thursday, July 30, 2009

It just don’t feel right afterall


Holy God, I hope I’m able to put my thoughts together right now cuz I don’t feel right..I don’t feel good after reading all these sad tales from motherland..it just feels so wrong—so unjust and so unjustified killing people all in the name of whatever..name it..religion or whatever..call it whatever name you deem fit and I don’t care…Why in the name of God is there so much disregard for lives and properties in Nigeria..why is there so much killings, why so much tears and blood..It’s just so disheartening each time you pick up the papers and what you read everyday is sad tales about a country that has refused to get it right despite being blessed with both human and natural resources you can possibly imagine..My heart is just heavy..Hundreds of lives are lying motionless, some charred in Maiduguri as I speak, waiting to be heaped into the grave. Hundreds of innocent lives whose only demand from life was to live each day blessed with basic necessities. Hundreds of lives who waited to see tomorrow, who had dreams and aspirations that have been snuffed out in daylight..and these terror continues..These terror continues everyday as the Nigerian govt continues to take lives in very despicable manner in different parts of the country. Is this the dividends of democracy that was promised? Is this what the masses voted for? These people, the young, the old, women and their children all thrown into turmoil, displaced from their settlements and waiting at the mercy of the same govt to lodge them in camps—what travesty of Justice..It really hurts to think what hell a people have to go through. ..Is this govt thinking at all? Is this how you achieve development ? --and while the land wails, the so called president “do nothing” is out in Brazil ..doin what in God’s name? when her people die and are traumatized? Is this what leadership is all about???.....My heart weeps as I write and only God truly knows that I weep for Nigeria.


Wednesday, July 22, 2009

JOB APPLICATION--LAUGH YA RIBS OFF!!!


I am apply to my job of security guard to you boss in you company of Shoprite. I complete to Grade 8 examination certificate in 1997. I am 27 ears to be Born of age and no mallied and no childish. My father is dead long time ago and my mother mary in Zaire country there 10 years now, no see she so nobody known to help me. My certificate is just sitting home for itself, but passes in Mathematics, Geography, Science and all subjects but fail in English because of Nyanja teacher, Mr Phiri, teaching me is jelos of myself. Me wear expenses cloth than Ngoni teacher.I here people you want security guards to you company and I tell you I Am one of that job experience for 2 years. I shot 7 thief dead. I want to Join the company of you and chase criminal out with me AK47.Please consider my aplication careful and call me any time because me Have celphone. I am red for interview with you. I am very hornest and can speakEnglish free.Please also greet your wife. And rememba that English is not our mother land!!Yours in faith Pasopa Mampara My picture frame I look beautiful

Monday, July 20, 2009

CRACK YA RIBS!!!!!

A man was looking for a job overseas. He noticed there was an opening at the local zoo. Upon inquiry, he discovered the zoo had a very unusual position that they wanted to fill. Apparently their gorilla had died, and until they could get a new one, they needed someone to dress up in a gorilla suit and act like a gorilla for a few days. He was to just sit, eat, and sleep. Of course, his identity would be kept a secret, and no one would be the wiser, thanks to a very fine gorilla suit. The zoo offered good pay for this job, so the man decided to do it. He tried on the suit andsure enough, he looked just like a gorilla. They led him to the cage where he took a position at the back of the cage and pretended to sleep. But after a while, he got tired of sitting so he walked around a little bit, jumped up and down and tried a few gorilla noises. The people watching him seemed to really like that. When he would move or jump around, they would clap and cheer and throw him peanuts. And the man loved peanuts. So he jumped around some more and tried climbing a tree. That seemed to really get the crowd excited. They threw more peanuts. Playing to the crowd, he grabbed a vine and swung from one side of the cage to the other. The people loved it and threw more peanuts. "Wow! This is great," he thought. He swung higher and the crowd grew bigger. He continued to swing on the vine, getting higher and higher and then all of a sudden, the vine broke! He swung up and out of the cage, landing in the lion's cage that was next door. He panicked. There was a huge lion not twenty feet away, and it looked very hungry. So the man in the gorilla suit started jumping up and down, screaming and yelling, "Help, help! Get me out of here! I'm not really a gorilla! I'm a man in a gorilla suit! HELP!" The lion quickly pounced on the man, held him down and said, "NNAMDI, NO FEAR NA ME CHIJIOKE be quiet! You're going to make both of us lose our jobs" Be cheerful and let’s face this job squarely!!!!!!!

Friday, July 17, 2009

Brouhaha--

Hmm..How time flie so fast..so fast that it passes by like a whiff in a moment..About this time last month,things were all so rosy, full of bloom, looking promising like it never were ever going to come to an end. I feared for my life, feared for my heart. I feared for everything I held dear..tellin you bit by bit everythin I went through in my past and hopin that you weren’t comin on to add more to my long list of heartaches.You promised you weren’t ..but you did..It’s no use sulking over spilt milk..so they say but once again..,my heart has been used by someone I so much invested all of my emotions into while it lasted..How time flies..In a moment..like a flower planted by the riverside, in due season..blossoming beautifully and in winter, withering away causing gloom to its vicinity. We live and we learn and once again, I have learnt never to surrender my heart again. I wasn’t na├»ve, neither was I stupid..all I wanted was to fulfill that part of me that gives to get but I met with a grid in your person. Even though it seems like everything is right…or so it seems cause you walked away without looking back..not even giving a chance to the good times we shared..how I thought all my words and actions meant a thing to you..How I thought you really were for real and not about the mundane which only last for a time ..how I thought in my wildest imagination I’d met that half of me to rock my world..Rather than be my rock, you took the rock outta my feeble legs and rode me rough shod without the slightest empathy..Good luck to you..No hard feelings…I just needed to pour out my heart…BYE.



P.S--This is just some gibberish rantings of an idle mind not to be taken any seriously--your warned..LOL

Thursday, July 16, 2009

IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

--Rudyard Kipling

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Our Greatest Fear

It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant
gorgeous,talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that otherpeople won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory ofGod that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear
Our presence automatically liberates others.

—Marianne Williamson


[Often said to have been quoted in a speech by Nelson Mandela. The source is Return to Love by Marianne Williamson, Harper Collins, 1992. —Peter McLaughlin]

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Unforgiven..

you pulled the rug under my feet
and stripped the only garb
which protected me from harm

you threw caution to the ill wind
when you knew that it blew no good

You had in the open
for all to see my mockery

why should i forgive you
when i hear people scorn
every step i walk past them

you know the taste of bile
know how much it sucks
yet you chose to feed it to me
and now you go mad
when my own pound of flesh
threatens to tear you apart.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Stolen..

Where is the spark
Where is the affection
Where is the love
All you promised
The day you stole my heart

My heart is still in a quandary
My thoughts still in bits and pieces
My head still pounding
And my heart beating constantly
Day and night
From thoughts of you

My world
You turned around
The day you told me
How much you loved me

I was a happy man
Did all I could
But guess I couldn’t cut it
Even with all I did

Baby, I’m hurting
Come undo this pain
My stolen voice
So I can be whole again.