Month: December 2016

2016: Year of The Clown

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To all those who made me laugh this year…

Lets do it all again in 2017



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It’s no secret, I love curves , I love how they rise and fall
How they swerve and slide, how they seamlessly meet
To give character to your perfectly sculpted frame
I love your wide swinging hips and cascading thighs as you walk
I see how you have every guy effortlessly twirled around your waist
It’s quite obvious why but I constantly wonder if there’s more to these curves
Or are they a mere thing of beauty?
Let’s indulge our minds so I can see you bare
Help me unravel the nakedness of your thoughts
Let me see for myself what lies beyond those curves
Yes your body is grace and poetry incarnate but is your tongue beautiful?
Can you express your mind as well as you do your body when you wriggle of your waist?
Don’t be fooled by my words, I’m a man, I love your undulating contours
And the pleasure I draw from them, I confess that I’ve lusted them sometimes
But can you stimulate me sensually with your thoughts, imagination, creativity?
Can I touch your winding edges with my words?
Flaunt your thought provoking intellect and lure me with your wit
Let’s engage in hours of wild verbal intercourse and reach a thunderous climax
I pray your mind is deeper than your sweet navel and your heart as wide as your hips
Your arching hips themselves brackets that express the importance of what lies between them

Advice To My Younger Self

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Dear younger self,

Hope you’ll find this information useful in the years to come.

When it comes to matters of the heart, I’ll tell you that it’s a gamble that can go in any one of a million ways. You can rush into it or put it off for later but it will catch up with you either way. So when you do surrender to it, go for someone who makes you happy but more importantly someone who loves you for who you are. Looks don’t exactly fade with time, you just begin to see past his/her skin as you look closer. Think of it this way,anyone can admire a super bright full moon on a starry blue night from down here but only an astronaut will go to the moon,  endure its extreme temperatures, listen to its deafening silence, look at its gaping craters, witness its dark side and still call it beautiful.Be each other’s astronauts.

On friends well it’s so simple how people will say bad company corrupts good morals; when you’re my age you’ll realize it’s not so straight forward. Bad guys don’t go around with tags on their backs nor do they have the word ‘bad’ written across their foreheads, those are dumb guys. Mind the people you hang with and what you talk about and share coz mediocre company and poor CHOICES corrupt good morals too.Note the stress on the word ‘choices’; nothing ever happens without your consent. And remember that the older you get the more responsible you have to be for your choices as they come with consequences.

Hold forgiveness and patience close to your heart. These are common currencies of platonic and romantic relationships alike. Things change so quick when you’re much older, you might be hogging or dishing out forgiveness and patience today and be desperately in need of them the next day. Exercise caution and compassion.Don’t harbour hate or hurt in your heart, it only makes your heart cold and breeds bigger and uglier monsters that will eat you alive. It’s like that saying goes holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die. Choose life.

To Pee, Or Not To Pee…

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And there I was, python around my neck, smiling, frightened, silently doing a rendition of Hamlet’s famous soliloquy ‘to pee, or not to pee, that is the question.’ How did I find myself here? Rewind a few hours back…

Its 37 °C on a Sunday, my girlfriend Annie and I decide to go cool down at a reptile park 20 kilometers north east of the sweltering city center. As we ride there she mentions several times how she at least wants to touch a snake and how it would be so cool if we did that together. Of course I nod and agree knowing very well she’d be frightened when that time comes. I’m there thinking about how different the place might look having last visited in 2001.

After hours of watching reptiles and birds and a scrumptious meal, two litres of water and a million pics later we decide to start heading back home. As we turn into the reception, we walk past a guide with a snake around his being neck keenly by trailed a throng of enthusiastic Europeans about to do exactly what Annie had been hoping for.


As soon as they’re done taking pics with the snake Annie walks towards the guide to face her fears and I’m thinking to myself what possible explanation I’ll offer if this ends in strangulation.  She manages to compose herself with the guide’s help she has the python around her neck, grabs it by the head and tail and looks towards me with this steely eye look. Several camera flashes later she comes back smiling, excitedly saying, “fusa it’s your turn.”

Hanging a big snake around your neck while having a full bladder is a bad idea but it’s also the only way I was gonna walk out of Kalimba Reptile Park. Going against all the voices in my head, I drag my feet as hard as I can and tell the nonchalant guide I won’t touch the snake’s head, let alone look at it. Following my signal, he puts the python over my not-so-broad shoulders it immediately starts slithering, almost slipping outta my hands.

I can feel my urethral sphincters almost giving way as I’m overcome by fear and a rush of blood. Right before Annie takes the first pic I give the best smile I can manage  and I’m thinking to myself whether to pee or, not to pee, maybe the scent will put the snake off. I smile another 20 seconds for what seems like the longest minute of my life and as soon as  the snake  is back in the hands of the guide, my pee evaporates and I whisk Annie out of there before she gets any other daring ideas.