Friday 29 November 2013

UNAPOLOGETICALLY ME


UNAPOLOGETICALLY ME
Yesterday, I officially started my BlogSpot account. After my first article or rather story, I received overwhelming support. Thanks to all who read and to all who are reading this now. I will remember to put you in my acknowledgements after I publish my book. Everyone has their own goals in life, some want to be some professional, some want to buy some car, though mine might seem weird, I want to publish a book. I am not sure yet what it will be about, but be assured you will love it and my face will be on the back of it. #JustSaying
Despite the fact that I am at times a couch-potato, I believe books bear more knowledge than watching T.V. There are loads of series and shows that are interesting and worth the watch; however, watching should not define our lives. I’m sure no one intends to look back at their lives and realize that they watched T.V practically half of their lives. Breaking bad though is an awesome T.V show, if you have not watched it… please do. A true renaicannce student of our generation is one who can articulate thought not only through speaking but on paper (assume a computer page is paper). I strive to be such a student.
Anyway, today I thought I’d just write about me. My readers should be aware of what like or otherwise. So, where do I start, I am a good story teller. I love anything that has a story to it. No thought or idea is easily and convincingly passed across than through a story. I apologize today I don’t have any stories but bear with me. I love fiction and appreciate great writers like Dan Brown, Paulo Coelho among others. I also appreciate the classics the Gone with the wind. When pursuing true art, commercial value should be totally off the table. Great artists like Van Gogh and Leonardo died before they could make a cent from their work. Writing a single book or drawing Monalisa for more than 20 years is a fete to reckon with.
I am not so much a party freak. Actually, in comparison to most of my pals, I am NOT a party freak. Don’t get me wrong, I occasionally enjoy a drink but I have nothing but mad respect for the guys that can go out drinking and dancing practically the whole night. I value my slumber too much. Come to think of it, my girlfriend will have a hard time sitting down and reading my work. I might even propose through an article. Getting down on one knee and popping a ring isn’t my forte. All in all there is much about me that just cannot be put into words. In short I like writing, reading, watching and thinking. Writing has a way that makes you think critically about life. So go ahead and share a thought in words.
That’s the prolific writer to you in a page. Cheers.

Wednesday 27 November 2013

MY ILLUSION

So I recently struggled to set up a blog account and finally I have it. I am so excited since I really cannot shut up so I'll just write about. The other day i was bored as I headed home on a train and I had a silly silly illusion. take a look.

Standing in the middle of the road, hands on my slim hips. Today I feel skinny, no, I am already skinny, I feel super-skinny. I smile to myself knowing that the skinny ones beat the paradox of 'bigger is better' and are better off in society.

Oh, yes! Still standing in the middle of the road, cars pass by and I feel a layer of dust forming on my already dark skin.

A lady in a BMW X-6 is on her phone while driving. She is in a hurry probably to the spa and she has just the car. Come to think of it, I am also in a hurry. However, I have to hope for a Good Samaritan to Stop and let me cross this road. Actually, not even stop but slow down and give me the illusion of a safe passage.

The lady puts the pedal to the medal and speeds up. In six seconds she would have covered a mile, in three seconds I would have covered one and a half feet. The math does not add up.

I glance to my left and get the long awaited illusion. I decide to cross the road. My right foot touches the asphalt and I get that chill. The chill that I am an immigrant in foreign territory. Creatures moving here are much faster than humans. Then, as if a weird twist of fate, we meet somewhere in the middle. Not me and the lady, but me and the creature. The beautifil creature pouncing on my stymie body.

I'm quite sure  am dead but remember all along it has been my illusion.