...of all these things, the greatest is love

Yo Yo!

What's crackkkking?
I found this while I as aimlessly surfing last week. Okay. I wasn't aimlessly surfing. I was surfing for materials for my radio show. It's an Omnibus-esque show. 6 hours. WORK. phewww. Need I say that this last weekend, I slept for close to 9 hours straight. Did not stir, consciously or semi-consciously. Prolly stirred unconsciousy...Drat. I digress. I stumbled upon this text and I thought I'd share.
Seems like a great read to start le week on so, here goes:


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Look at yourself.
You are human.
You are beautiful.
You can be anything.
You can be everything.
Do not think no one loved you, or you were made to feel fat, thin, stupid...worthless.
Do not feel sad about things beyond your control.
Don't hang on to painful memories.
Don't be afraid to let go.
Don't waste your life on those that are not worth your time.
Forgive those that hurt you.
Stop taking things for granted.
Live for yourself.
Fall in love.
Fall out of love.
Always ask questions.
Don't be afraid to show how you really feel.
Create. Imagine. Inspire. 
Make something beautiful.
Make someone's day.
Follow your dreams.
Follow the stars.
Live your life to its full potential.
Live your life with passion and vigour.
Just live.
Don't look back with regrets.

Trust me, If you don't love yourself or have respect for yourself, all this will mean diddlysquat to ya. Right. That said, I'm done. I don't remember if there was a title now....I'll find out and post a title...and the link.


Y'all have a blessed week.



Cos X say so :D




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xx

(Un)Finished Business

(In totally unrelated akuko) I just realized I never really did finish "The Untitllable" series...Now going through them again made me realize how much those days....taught me (I think I said somewhere that the stories were faction :P) most of it, fact, others embellished :-)


Don't hate. Celebrate :P


....and now back to our regular scheduled programme. 


I've been introspectin'....seem to be doing that a lot these days. Yah. I'm getting old...Okaaay. Like I was saying, I've been thinking....and i've come to the conclusion that there is always that one person you love in your lifetime who becomes the definition of love for you. This is the person who will always be the benchmark for what you expect from or require of a mate. The person whose character will always and forever be the set mark that informs your selection of the "significant other" for the rest of your natural life (consciously or unconsciously),

The person may not be different from anyone else...or like in my case (Kyrie Eleison...) this person could be the most extraordinary humanoid you've met in thy entire life and for a very long time (in my case, even now...to some extent), may define how you feel about every bloke/girl you meet.

Honestly, This Person was my idea of what everybody should be. Male and female alike.

{Clarification: He wasn't my first love. Second actually - the one Dolly P wrote "I will always love You" for. My first love was a...never mind. He was "all that" at some point so... :|}

Anyways, It finally hit me that I (Unconsciously) made comparisions with subsequent love interests and when this potential object of my affection didn't pass the "examination", I suddenly found myself balking. It happened more times than I care to remember and it was their fault at the time. I can see clearly now.

Chai. My life.


"First cut is the deepest" na ogbonge lie. Sometimes you dont even need a cut. It's really the most complex thing. Love. Complexity.

I realized that I've came to love many things that he symbolized...Unconsciously...Some unforgotten conversations...movies...memories...Books read together...Places visited...memories...That One Special Kiss....memories...memories....It was real honest love and when it required letting go, I'm glad I let go...kai, but mehn, love is the ultimate pupeteer yo.


Sigh


I gats let go of 'em unreasonable "parameters" and embrace a different kind of love...abi what's the moral of this story??



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 P.S.
This is just one of those mushy posts I started eons ago that suddenly became relevant...for different reasons...It didn't quite end like I thought it would last year when I started writing it. In fact, me this year is pointing and laughing at me last year...sigh...this is an entire pile of incomprehensible bunkum...sigh...Hopefully one of these days, Mutabaruka will come out of hibernation and write something fraught with creativity.

Fraught. Hmmmmm. There is hope.



P.P.S
Biko, love isn't overrated. That's baldderdash.
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