Aesthetic(s)

This is my left arm on any given day, for the last hmmm 10yrs. Yes all 110 of them. I wear them all the time. I started off with 20 and they have gained substance over the years.

I get the weirdest attention from them. Yesterday on my way to work this random dude PLEADED with me to give him just one. Please mistress, he called after me, I’ll pay you. Those are from The Mother landed, he informed me, and proceeded to pull out his wallet as I walked steadily on. I’ve been offered loads of $....you have so many, they rant on, plus I’ll pay you $XXX. Yaaaaaani they best be lucky money doesn’t move me. Then I get KENYANS asking me to give them one. OR even worse…where did you get those? This oft times insults me to the very core…wuusaaaaaaaaah. And theeeeeeeeeen if I ever go missing and or suddenly face east and keel over, check my friends wrists…some of them are questionable and have called dibs on my bracelets.

I get really weird questions and or comments about my bracelets. This lady asked me if it bothers me to have them on. I really had to control my being on this one. Does it bother me? Yeah, sure that’s why I wear them EVERYDAY!!! Maybe I misunderstood her Q or twas a case of communication break-down.

I told another that bracelets are to me what hair was to Samson or I’d have an Achilles moment without the source of my power…go figure!

People also always want to know the significance. So here’s a list of ten of the reasons I’ve used and gotten PRICELESS conversations/laughter from:

• My conquests
• The number of orgasms I’ve had in my lifetime…jaw dropper. Catches most unawares
• The number of (insert animal of choice here depending on my analysis of asker) that my suitor will HAVE to pay my parents before asking for my hand in marriage. This one is a great conversation keeper
• The number of women I can share my husband with
• The number of whips/beatings my husband/father/brother can give me if I fall out of line
• My worth…i.e. land and or money that I’ve to my name BACK HOME
• My ancestors. I add and or remove one with every birth/death of a family member
• The number of hairs (that doesn’t sound like correct English, but I’ll go with it) that have to plucked from my head when a male member of my family passes on
• I add one every time I fart in public and cause a commotion
• When I still had 20, I’d say the number of dates I have to go on before letting dude go to first base

I'm running out of stunners and open to suggestions...

3 time's a charm...

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• I start my day with music…LOUD as can be as I shower and dance myself to running late
• I cannot stand to see chipped nail polish on anyone. As a vow to self, I do my finger nails every other day (unless I’ve clear nail polish on) and toe nails every weekend
• I’m extremely ticklish….my hairdresser and manicurist can attest to that
• I change my hair as often as I feel like. I can't stand long hair, hence keep it short in the summer. My first weave was four months ago and I’m HOOKED.
• I value my family to death. I would do anything and everything to protect and embrace them. In the same token my honesty and transparency allows for healthy and whole relationships with each member.
• I don’t like to wear knickers and especially in the summer
• I’m almost always sipping on a coke. If one is not available then water it is!
• I don’t want to be tagged on this topic again…I’m reaching man!

I can’t shake this off man...

Arrrrrrrrrrgh I hate to be sick. I hate, even more, being fussed over when I’m sick.
Hmmm maybe it’s the gods of my previous blog entry getting back at me for picking on my friend or making you lot read jibberish (HA HA that was fun).

This thing has grabbed me by the tits man. It’s been going on nearly 3wks now. It’s like a cross between a sinus infection, allergies, a cold and flu from bloody hell. Have I been to see a doc? No…I’ve been overdosing on Nyquil and this oh so nyamie concoction (hot water, fresh lemon juice, a dash (read - shot) of dark rum, honey and hot sauce (Surgeon Generals warning: PLEASE do not consume if pregnant, nursing, operate heavy machinery, drive etc. Also, seek physicians’ advice before consuming the aforementioned).

I’ve a regimen to curb colds and it’s normally full-proof but apparently not working this time around…BECAUSE they keep the bloody AC at full blast in the office, and since we moved offices, my head is literally screwed under the vent. And then it’s been raining much this summer and it’s muggy so when I get home I turn my AC and then my leasing office is so lax about maintenance and changing filters….Ok okaaaaaay enough excuses, I’m going to see a doctor tomorrow. He’ll probably slap me to oblivion. First off, who gets a cold or whatever this in the thick of summer? And then who goes to see a doctor over it...there’s all these over the counter meds that eradicates one having to make the trip and then sit in waiting room, never mind that you had an appointment for 2p but they have to ask all these questions (DISCLAIMER: TMI, shut your eyes and skip contents in the brackets if you don’t care to hurl - including your last period – this one always baffles me man. I HAVE A COLD WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH MY LAST BLOODY PERIOD…tee hee pun intended). No seriously I’m going to see a doc tomorrow, I sound and feel like ten thousand monkeys, forced on a treadmill BUT who forgot to mention to the researcher that they’ve been smoking for a gazillion years…wheezing, coughing, and booooooooooooy the phlegm…yak!

Are you still reading? Well, while I’m on the whining track…What gives man? I don’t get the need for one being to feel an urge/need to do such and such so that so and so can think/believe this and yes, that about one i.e. keeping up appearances. I believe in everyone being themselves and striving to whatever means to self improve and advance, and this surely, not so that others may give them accolades or so that they may meet any other persons expectations and or caliber to be accepted in a clique. If that much energy is needed from you to please others, then really you need to retire your identity and become a mirror/clone of/to another. What happened to aspiring for self to be the best self that you can be? I get really ticked off when individuals neglect the mundane or rather basic needs just so that they can get say a car or house like so and so and YET they ignore to be themselves…ok I’m done judging and imposing my convictions on others…People PLEASE be yourselves, it makes life so much easier not only for you, but for the me’s in the world!!!

I'm bored can you tell....

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At the "Disco"...

I had an overly fantastic weekend…my neck hurts like crazy though, thanx to DJs Nyandat and Adrian…MADNESS!!!

I could not have missed this if I was on my death bed, I.V. drip and all…someone somewhere would’ve sneaked me out of hospital and planted the gurney in the corner over there of the dance floor. Man I danced like there was no tomorrow and had a blast at it. But tomorrow there was and in pain I am…resting yesterday didn’t do much for recovery but I’m not one to complain especially after a fun wknd.

OMG a friend of mine totally SHOCKED the heck out of me. You know how you know that you are friends with someone but you don’t know that they are so in-tune with you and then they say something that totally throws you off because you don’t think that they know you that well especially coz you are trying ever so hard to mask all emotions and they call you out…HAHAHA…I was called out dragged front and center and almost given a beat down to talk about whatever is on my mind that’s causing me to have seemingly lost weight and seem so disconnected. I don’t know if there’s anything there but lucky for me I didn’t feel like talking and feigned ”It’s too loud in here, let’s talk later.” HAHAHA ok not funny coz I know that I won’t be able to ignore him any much longer and at some point before the end of the week we will be talking. I don’t wannnnnnnnnnnnnnna!!!

What I wanna be...

I will always be a
child of God, along with many others
daughter to more than one
sister to four
child of my parents and the universe
confidante to many
trusting of a few
kind and gentle to the world
lover of many past
casual affair to two
friend to loads

BUT IF our stars are in reckoning
I will only always be your wife
And you my one true love
The only state of oneness that I can fathom

As a woman I feel that I‘ve always been defined as
Daughter/child of
Sister to
Ex of
Girlfriend of

I one day will be
Fiancée to
Wife of
Mother to

I would simply love to be known as Me
Unattached, unspoken for, not the property of, not forthcoming from
Just me…