A man is born today, Tomorrow he is dead.
A man lives in a mansion today, Tomorrow he lives
A man drives a car today, Tomorrow an ambulance
A man reads biology today, Tomorrow a biography
is been read of him.
A man eats whatever he wants today, Tomorrow he
becomes food for insects.
A man is always early for work today, Tomorrow he
is termed late Mr/Mrs.
A man is seen resting in his house today, Tomorrow he is resting in a coffin. And they say “Rest In Peace”!
A man eats all kinds of fruits in his house today,
Tomorrow he becomes manure to those trees.
A man is known today as the richest man ever,
Tomorrow he doesn’t even know where or what will
happen to his riches.
What is life after all?
Plan your life because you may not see tomorrow.
But when your life is well planned you won’t Be
afraid of any thing.
I had to share this..
“Our generation is so obsessed with the idea of perfection
Society has consumed us with the thought of how we are meant to be
At first it was skinny
Now it is thick
We are influenced by terms that are not even real words
We look up to celebrities who are addicted to fame, drugs and money
They taught us quotes such as “Yolo” and “Turn down for what”
Lyrics have become angrier, raunchier, and discriminating
Is this really role model criteria?
All I see in college and high school is a bunch of people who hate each other pretending to be friends
It is no longer a place to learn
Instead it’s all about
And who you surround yourself with
College is hell
A girl cries
She thought she could trust him
Now the whole school has seen her naked
A guy lets a girl know how beautiful she is to him
All social media
100 Favorites and likes
All because he sounded “Thirsty”
People aren’t even dating anymore
You only find “Things” “Hook ups” and “Friends with benefits”
We meet on social media,Twitter, Instagram, Facebook by “Sliding into dm’s”
Which leads to talking
And ending as strangers
This generation has lost the meaning of romance
We toss around “‘I love you’s” like they’re “‘Hello’s”
We give our bodies to people who don’t care
And we are judged by the amount of people we have let in
Our generation relies on alcohol, drugs, and parties
We drink to get drunk
Drunk hook ups
Drugs are easy to find
Parties are no longer about celebrations
Our generation tried to grow up too fast
People of this generation do not talk
Only exchange links
We are masked by computer and phone screens
Confrontation has turned into
And if we are lucky, a phone call
Doorbells are not rung
Instead a “Here” text is sent
Rather than being ignored physically
It is now just a “Read” text
Yet, it still hurts just the same
Because getting no message is also a message
Technology has ruined adventuring
We do not go out in the rain because our iPhones will be ruined
We do not camp because service is unavailable
We do not venture beyond places without outlets
Too many adolescents have addictions to superficial things
iPads, iPhones, tablets have substituted outdoor activities for Apps you can download freely
Parents complain all the time about this messed up generation
About how we are the wasted youth
But let’s not let them forget
They raised us
Times have changed
Parents have no idea what it’s like to be a teenager in this generation
We are constantly compared
Surrounded by peer pressure
And mislead by people who we thought cared
And even through all the bad, our generation still has hope”
Zoe Tempesta and Lorna Stephenson
For now, she’d rather be single. There are so many positive things that comes with being single that she’s learned to appreciate.
If she’s single, she won’t be cheated on.
If she’s single, she won’t be be disappointed.
If she’s single, she won’t be taken for granted.
If she’s single, she won’t be lied to.
If she’s single, she won’t have expectations.
If she’s single, she won’t be jealous.
If she’s single, she won’t be made to look like a fool.
If she’s single, she won’t be all up in her feelings.
If she’s single, she won’t be vulnerable.
If she’s single, she won’t lose herself.
If she’s single, she won’t feel like she isn’t good enough.
If she’s single, she won’t be dependent on someone else to make her happy.
If she’s single, she won’t be needing anybody to be there for her.
If she’s single, she won’t have to deal with stupid arguments.
If she’s single, she won’t have to be a part of pointless fighting.
If she’s single, she can’t have her trust damaged.
If she’s single, she can’t have her heart broken.
There are times where it gets lonely, but then she remembers why she prefers staying single in the first place and that’s because she loves herself enough to know what her worth is and she is never settling for anything less than that ever again. So for now, she isn’t in a rush to fall in love. When it’s time, it’s time.
Stop calling people who don’t call you. Stop visiting people who don’t know where you live. Stop making time for people who don’t have time for you. Stop spending on people who don’t spend on you. Stop thinking about people who don’t think about you. You will make yourself emotionally bankrupt.
You can love someone from a distance and wish them well.. and I’m not just talking about romantic relationships but all relationships; friends, family, boyfriends. Take how people treat you as a cue and stop exerting yourself and giving love where it’s neither returned or appreciated. Life is difficult enough without having to beg people for their love and attention. The least you can do for yourself is to surround yourself with people who genuinely love and care about you. And most importantly, surround yourself with people that don’t see you as an option. There’s nothing worse than people who treat you like you’re replaceable. Life can be short or long depending on how you live it.
They went on a movie date and then he drove them back to her apartment. He walked her to the door and geve her a gentle kiss goodnight.
With no words spoken, they both somehow knew what would happen next. She unlocked the door and took his hand, leading him inside. He kicked the door shut behind him and they sat down on the couch.
They simultaneously rushed to embrace each other and they began to kiss. She ran all of her fingers through his hair just the way she knew he loved.
He knew just how to make her horny. While they kissed, he placed one hand on her hip, slowly stroking up and down her side, just barely allowing his thumb to graze the side of her breast each time. He put his other hand on the back of her neck and gently massaged the small indentations behind her earlobes.
This made her start to breathe heavier and moan a little. He noticed this and started to feel her up just a tiny bit faster.
“Oh,” she thought, “Oh, he is soooo goooood at this.” She felt her cunt begin to moisten and continued to kiss him. He let his tounge explore every inch of her mouth, using an amazing rhythm.
She couln’t contain her feelings any longer. She stopped kissing his lips and leaned her head back. She put her hands on his shoulders.
He didn’t break his rhythm and started to kiss her neck. He let both of his hands run up and down her sides as he started to suck on her neck. They knew it would leave a hicky but neither one of them cared.
He took her face in his hands and started kissing her on the lips again. He let one hand touch her cheek and placed the other on her knee. He slowly ran his hand up her thigh until he finally felt himself lifting up her skirt.
She wished he would just rip off his pants and fuck her right there, but he went slow just to torture her. He slowly pushed her so she was on her back on the couch and he got on top of her and continued to kiss her.
Then he changed the pace and started kissing her really slowly. He wanted to hear her moan in desire for him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he let one of his hands run up under her shirt, slowly and softly touching her wonderful skin.
She finally decided to move it along because she was getting extremely horny, so she reached down and pulled off his shirt. She ran her hands up and down his smooth, muscular chest and abs, turning him on a lot. He kept kissing slowly though, knowing that she would soon be begging him for more.
He continued to kiss her, and he lifted off her blouse and tossed it to the side. He stadled her and used both hands to massage her breasts in tune with the timing of his kisses.
He did this for a while, enjoying listening to her moan with desire and pleasure. Then he started to kiss her neck, and then slowly mived down to her chest. He stopped to take off her bra, then he gently kissed the very tip of each nipple as she gasped for air. He kissed her stomach lightly as he pulled off her skirt and panties. He undid his jeans and kicked them off.
At this point she was so horny she thought she would burst with anticipation. Everything he did to her was so slow, but so perfect. She was soaking wet, and she could see that he had an erection through his boxers. She wanted to tell him to go faster, but just at that moment he started to lick her clit right on the top of it.
She threw her head back and moaned with joy. He knew exactly what to do to make her consumed by pleasure. He let his tounge devour her clit and she burst into orgasm and started to writhe underneath him. He moved up and started to make out with her again; he didn’t want her to catch her breath.
While she was still recovering from her first orgasm, he took off his boxers and she saw his 10-inch-long, rock-hard, super-thick cock. She got the idea to give him a blowjob to return the favor of his oral sex, but before she could even move he had penetrated her vagina.
He didn’t even think about wanting a bj, he just wanted to pleasure her. He knew that if he could give her another orgasm, she’d pleasure him all he wanted later.
He started to move in and out, back and forth, but very slowly all the while. He was so big, she couldn’t even think straight. He picked up one of her legs and put it over his shoulder, as he stood next to the couch and penetrated her.
His huge cock went really deep into her pussy, and it felt amazing. She finally was unable to take how slow he was going, and she begged him for more.
“Oh, baby. Oooohhh, go faster! Aaaahhh! Oh, yes! Aaawww right there, baby, OOOHHH!” she yelled as he picked up the speed. “Ooohhhh! Harder! Aaaahhh! Yes, yes, yes! Oooohhhh! Oh baby fuck me more! OOOHH! AAAHHHH! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! AAAAHHH!” she continued to scream as he complied with her demands and she felt pleasure build inside her.
He was going faster and harder and deeper than he’d ever thought possible, and she was loving every second of it. She let out a loud, high pitched scream as she hit her second orgasm. Her vagina pulsed around his huge cock but he pulled out so he wouldn’t come just yet. He wanted to stay hard so he could pound her some more.
He put her leg down and got on top of her again. He re-entered her and started to move very slow. He went in and out so gently and slowly, she wanted to scream for more, but she held back. She started to learn to appreciate each and every penetration, tensing up with pleasure each time he slowly pushed all the way in.
He smiled to himself as he watched her light up with pleasure each time he gently penetrated.
His slow movements found her g-spot. He let his dick gently touch it with each entrance into her. He used his thumb and gently rubbed around her clit once during each soft penetration. He started to suck on her nipple in rhythm with all of his other movements.
She thought she was going to explode with pleasure at any second. At that moment he simultaneously hit her g-spot and her clit with his dick and his thumb and she boomed into her third orgasm with the most force yet.
She writhed underneath him during her 2-minute orgasm, and her pussy pulsed around his monster cock until his pleasure burst and he came into her.
He exited her, and kissed her once on the lips. They fell asleep on that couch and stayed there until morning.
I hear you guys missed me? Shut up LIES. Back again
Today being the first day of this month I woke up feeling thirsty then the thought of drinking hit me. Just discovered, from my own research, being thirsty widens your thinking capacity by 0.00058cc’mm molecular. I have no idea what that shit means (sitaki maswali)
Back to drinking..
I’m sure none of you has ever given a thought of this. Now sit your lazy ass down, be humble and lemme help you.
Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.
It yanks you out of your body and your mind and throws you against the wall.
It’s like a time travel machine, taking you to different timeliness at the same time.
You know that feeling u feel when ‘tipsy’. Having a new soul.
I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day.
It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now. I have tried to be normal once, worst two minutes of my life!
I know we all drink. Don’t get it twisted, i didn’t specify which drink. And those who have preaching that size doesn’t matter you should go for a mental checkup. Of course size matters, NO ONE, i repeat, NO ONE wants a small glass of beer!
A good friend of mine once said “we are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine” i really don’t know what she meant. I think we should have a quorum and meet for a drink as we try to figure out what she meant.
Of all the emotions a person can feel,
Love is scariest and hardest to heal,
Excitement and mystery impossible to resist,
Promises of magic perpetually persist.
We long for a connection that is as strong as it is true,
But love always does as love wants to do,
So to the emotion of love, she just want to say,
She’s much better off with out you, She’s glad you went away,
‘Cause she’d much rather live with a heart that can sing,
A smile that struggles to be more than a grin.
She might not be happy, but at least she is not sad
Holding onto happiness that she never had,
Love’s an imposter, a thief in the night,
Reduces flames to embers that no longer burn bright
Love captains your emotions and steers your fate,
Love is the only emotion that she truly hate.
When I die,
People will pick up their phones, And begin asking how I died, And yet they never picked up their phones,To call me and know how I lived.
When I die,
there will be those who will look for memories,
Of the last time we met and spoke, And begin narrating those stories and encounters, But never spoke of them about me when I lived.
When I die,
There are those friends’ who will want to know my home, The name of my village so they can bury me, And yet they never bothered to know, When I still lived and danced on this earth.
When I die,
there will be those who will talk about me, Posting on Facebook, Twitter, WhatsApp, To confirm that they truly knew me, And yet they
never stayed close they supported me not when I still breathed.
When I die,
There are those who will want to know my kids, And question whether I had a wife or not, Whether I had a family at all, And yet when I lived, they were
unconcerned about me.
When I die,
Let me rest restfully,
Say less if you said nothing, Let me be but just a memory, A passing cloud in the wind, That life and God made me to be.
Before I die,
You better be real and true, And honest and frank, Say what must be said to me and of me now, Sing my praises and dance to my good words, Even criticize my vices and wrongs, So I can die knowing you were true, support my initiatives, etc
Because in my death and grave, I am deaf to the praises, Blind to the ridicule and rumour,
And ye shall speak not and claim nothing,
When I am gone and breath no longer.
Because I am dead and rested… don’t wait to say this. Be there for each other.
Let’s nickname her “Princess “. She is beautiful (though beautiful sounds like a understatement). Ok pretty, gorgeous, fabulous..all those are her’s. You love her. Really love her indeed. The kinda of love that they say it can’t be explained nor imagined (seriously how does this happen ). She means everything to you. The only special lady in your life (mum and sisters kept aside). You do everything possible to make her happy. Her smile….ooh lord…that pretty face with those sexie eyes..(they say beauty lies on the eyes of the……..?)
Ok, both of you are schooling. You ain’t working but a week can’t pass without seeing your Princess. You sacrifice the 50bob lunch for five days just to save fare enough to go see your Princess who fate kept her on the other side of the town. Mostly likely Rongai, Juja, Kinoo or even deep in Kiambu(i hear tarmac roads hazijafika). Far as it is, you still have to go. Now this looks like love. Or is this love.
“Princess Princess” princess” that the only thing that keeps running in your mind. Your Instagram account its just her pics( a random person can’t tell whether the account is yours or Princess ) your whatsapp profile picture always her. Facebook, Twitter, kik, Google, Gmail, snapchat, wallpapers…name them, its just Princess. (ako kila mahali…you even think of putting her photo in your national ID. Ooh lord?!! )
All this because of love. LOVE. A four lettered word but complicated and hard to explain.
In your world of romance you end up forgetting to ask her if she loves you back. You end up doing a stupid mistake of filling the gap with a YES. (poor soul). What if she doesn’t? What if she feels nothing about you? What if you don’t exist? What if……….? (is this what they refer as love been blind? ) or what is this??
Let’s say you wake up one day and she says its over. Let’s say she………
Wait first, is this what they refer as love or my mind is just clouded with this fantastic tales.
Before i continue someone please explain to me what love means. Either in Kiswahil, English, French, Kikuyu, Maasai or Kikamba.. I’ll try to digest
Is this Love..??