who am i?

"I write for the unlearned about things in which I am unlearned myself." - CS Lewis, Reflections on the Psalms

Thursday, June 25, 2009

One mans meat......

For every man who i've ignored and written off as not good enough for me, for every man i've labeled as the ragged edge of my universe is a woman waiting to find him, dying to have him look at her, to pour her love on and longing for him to be the warm center of her world.
Thus its easy for me to accept that the man i finally choose to love, to make that warm cosy center of my being would have at one point been the ragged edge of anothers universe.
But who cares, as long as we love that person and are loved back in return, then thats all that matters Right?
Love transcends weight and height, it goes beyond dark or fair skin, it does not see the funny walk or hear the funny talk, nor does it mind the weight nor lack of weight of your wallet. If you're with one who stays with you despite the "lack of's" then you're truly blessed.
No ones perfect, we have a whole bunch of imperfect people plundering the earth, and for every imperfect person is someone gifted with the ability to love him perfectly.
A acquaintance of mine got shot some years ago, he wasn't killed thank God, but it got him blind.
Some would have found it repulsing and locked themselves up in shells of self pity, but he took charge of life, became a better person(i hope) still remained popular and so independent sometimes you wondered if he was really blind. Hes not the finest of brothers(many wouldnt use fine to describe him)and added to his blindness you definitely wouldn't call him 'fine' (God forgive me....) but that wasn't a hindrance to him and the girl who fell in love with him, as he recently walked down the aisle with his beautiful bride.
And many girls and mothers(including me) whispered about the young couple and how brave and crazy the new Mrs was to actually wed him and how we couldn't do what she did, marry a blind man.
But then, thinking about it, i see her as really special, cos rather than see him as a ragged edge, a hindrance and such a burden to her future, she looked on to him as her warm center and celebrated her future of perfection with him. She would love him perfectly in his imperfection(for maybe shes that person with the perfect love). He's her man, blind to the world but with the brightest of eyes to her. Her perfect love transcends his blindness.And they'll live happily ever after(Amen)
Afterall, they say one mans meat is another mans kpomo(and trust me kpomo can be all juicy when cooked the right way) so its really not a one man world.
Thats life folks....

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Tuesday, June 9, 2009

love is not a gadget

I've noticed guys love to see chics as gadgets,(well some ladies see guys as gadgets too) you know one of em new toys they're so curious about that they just have to open it up, unscrew every single knot, exposing every hidden wire so they can explore the inside, see how it works, then they dont bother putting it together when they're done or some of them actually try putting it back together, but they just dont get it, they screw it back all wrong, in the process moving a wire or too....its all muddled up, thus it doesnt work properly anymore,and so they walk away, looking for some new, more blinging gadget to play with....its totally mean. thats why we have many broken spirits ploring the earth.

so dont snort at that bitter girl, you dont know what shes been through, shes been explored and exploited and then left alone by some sort of evil spirit in the disguise of a sweet hunky, handsome looking man.

or dont blame that guy that's cute as hell but aviods ladys so much you call him gay. you dont know what some pretty damsels done to him, how shes exploited and left him all bitter.

we've all got to realize that love is not a gadget, love is definately not a toy. becareful how you fiddle with it, cos it might end up in a junk yard when its too broken to be fixed.
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