It has been way long, not necessarily too long, .. i got an urge tonight to type something. Boy, wordpress has changed, like the look … nice!!! I suspect that it will be offering way more now than it did then (based on the new icons i see) so there is no doubt it is new and i love that …. the only problem is it is same ole me. Gonna need to change that but we will see… we will see.
When i heard this Luther Vandross, i was like … i know most of my blog peeps don’t know it. Why cause y’all were just learning how to talk properly and piss straight when these songs were released 1986 and 1988.
Believe me, these songs can soothe any ‘love soul’ …. and help to set the right mood. YEP!!!!! love is definitely in the air …
The first one, done in collobaration with another, may God bless his soul, Artist: Gregory Hines… kinda suspect these two, anyway …. it is a really good song.
The Other one is actually remake of an hit done by Major Harris in 1975, of course when done over by Luther it is all brand new again just check it. You all know that oldies and goodies rock.
This is a song that, …just, …greeted me this morning in bed and i …. just wanted to share it…. it was just so relevant after last nite.
As usual when i get a seemingly good one i will share it….. so go ahead and smile your face off
When I went to lunch today, I noticed an old lady sitting on a park bench sobbing her eyes out. I stopped and asked her what was wrong. She said, “I have a 22 year old husband at home. He makes love to me every morning and then gets up and makes me pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and freshly ground coffee.”
I said, “Well, then why are you crying?”
She said, “He makes me homemade soup for lunch and my favorite brownies and then makes love to me for half the afternoon”.
I said, “Well, why are you crying?”
She said, “For dinner he makes me a gourmet meal with wine and my favorite dessert and then makes love to me until 2:00 a.m.
I said, “Well, why in the world would you be crying?”
She said, “I can’t remember where I live!”
I was tagged awhile back by GC and i promised i would do it …..some rules were involved somewhere but … dem get lef’. So here we go ….if any of you are inclined to, then just do a thing zeen … in other words if you read it you have been tagged.
- I have a piece of my ass attached to the inside of my right heel.
- I owned as much as 3000 comics onced. Gave them to a former classmate, who still has them to this very day plus he got two other collection, … plus his, all totallying 8000 comics, with 80% of them in mint condition. NOW!!! i hate him 😦
- At age 15 i was capable of doing about 10.9sec on the 100m. Plus i played minor league soccer. Damn it football !!! cho ’bout mi a call it soccer.
- Stood up to my mother at around age 14 when she was in the mood to administer some serious “corporal punishment” with a broom stick. I told her to go ahead, “hit me because i promise you, i will not cry, i will not attempt to block or dodge them, nor will i move, at all. So, hit me until you feel satisfied and then see what you would have achieved.” She started, i kept my word …. trust me it did hot nuh rass…. she then looked at me and exclaimed, “i was a mad man!!” and never ever tried to hit me again.
- I have never cried at a funeral, ever, and i have lost ten very close family members, inclusive of my younger brother and my father who i lost in recent years.
- In my entire life, i have been in a fight only seven times, lost six, one was to a female student who was in grade six while i was in grade five.
- During my high school years i was never bullied, never not even once. I was about three quarters the height of every one else in the entire first form …well not literally but it sure looked and felt that way.
For a likkle bit more 7s about me then just click MORE
I just had to share this post with my faithful readers …. i truly loved it. The authour of the post is one of my blog peeps Modoathii he is an African blogger and i have adopted him as my little brother.. so what i have done … is, i have copied the entire post into my blog, most of you don’t click on links, so not gonna link it …. giving it to you straight as an arrow. So here goes ——>
The ATTACK! October 19, 2007
Posted by modoathii in BT, my love life, the good times.
I was seated there at the bar as usual sipping my vodo politely, as usual. When suddenly there was all this commotion. What was going on? Up to now the ride had been smooth.
As I sat there wondering what was going on, this arrow-riddled Muthii bursts in to the bar.
He looks at me.
I look at him.
It is evident he’s been hit. But looking into his eyes, you can see this determination not to let go. He doesn’t say a thing. He doesn’t need to. As he continues down the corridor he is struck by another arrow. How is he surviving? Si ashuke aende apate usaidizi?
By now curiosity has peaked, and am about to kill something. Spiders’ livelihoods. I have been sitting here on this ride for two years plus and my unmoving body had proved to be prime housing location for generations of spiders. As I stood up, many web condos were demolished. The spiders that protested were squished.
Anybody else? No? I thought so.
As I am rounding the corner this mad one passes me once, twice, thrice. She/they look at me and repetitively mumble “Falling! Falling!” and she/they are off. I notice an arrow in her back.
Whoever this attacker is he is really wrecking havoc.
I hear happy laughter.
I look back and see this “pwetty pwety kitty” laughing her head off. Well, at least someone’s happy. Lodged in her chest is an arrow. Similar to the ones that have almost flattened the confused and unwilling muthii and the one that had lodged in the mad one(s). Strangely, this one is happy. Clearly she’s not jaded.
WHAT IS GOING ON?
I hear sinister laughter now.
What now? I wonder, as I look in the direction from whence the puddy cat and the laugh came from. I’m shocked. Well actually not really.
YOU? You’re the attacker? You’re the one causing such drama on this ride?
The attacker (not him) is none other than this little boy. Barely…jeez, how old would you say he is? In his hand is this glistening bow and on his back this fine leather quiver loaded with lots and lots of arrows.
I remember him. Just recently he had raided us again. His victim was this guy who after a nyc unique experience was forced to jump off the ride at some station miles back.
He looks at me.
He LOOKS at me.
He lifts his hand and points at me.
He removes an arrow.
I look behind me. I don’t see the muthii. Neither do I see the mad one(s). The kitten has also scampered off.
He has now loaded his bow.
He lifts it.
He lets fly.
As the arrow cuts smoothly throw the tense air…
…my mind is racing. Why me? What did I do? All I did was look at her. I didn’t do anything.
It hits the spot.
Hey, it’s a nice feeling. Hit me ag__
Ok. But easy dude.
HEY! EASY! EASY! JEEZ! What you wanna do kill m___
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
Clearly there’s no escaping these arrows. These ones are heart-seeking missiles.
And all because I looked at her.
Well, I saw her through the window. She was seated on the platform of the train station and I almost wasted good vodo by spitting it out. So I instead swallowed hard and succeeded in choking myself. I coughed so hard, the bar tender gave me a free shot. (Hmm, I’ve been trying to cough like that ever since but no free shot has been forthcoming)
Anyway, where was I? Yeah, she was seated there on the bench. She was looking like oh so pretty. Man, that was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen and it helped the stinging vodo go down smoothly. My heart skipped that proverbial beat. I was feeling things I’d never thought I’d feel again.
There she was. (heart SKIP) Dayumm! She had crossed her legs. How I wanted to be that bench. Next to her was lots of luggage. And she looked weary. She definitely needed a rest.
Oh, she could rest on the couch. Anytime.
I took a quick sip of my vodo only to discover the train was pulling away, without her.
Why wasn’t she getting on board? She kept looking back like she was waiting for someone. But that someone wasn’t coming.
It was as I was thinking what to do about this miraculous situation, that this arrow-laden young bandit attacked the train.
And after all these arrows, there is no way I am staying on board with this maniac.
So a few metres from the station where I had seen this damsel in the dress, I pull the emergency brakes. The train screeches to a stop and I jump out. Muthii is thrown out too, but he is clinging on the door. Dude let go. The kitten has been tossed out too and she’s walking aimlessly smiling to herself into the forest. The mad one(s) is still ‘falling’. One after the other.
Too bad for them. I run back to the station. My stumble on the platform makes her look my way. Our eyes meet.
Something near the heart snaps.
Another arrow lodges itself near the heart.
DUDE! I GET THE MESSAGE. JEEZ! KWANI NI OFFER?
I look back and wave.
The baby-faced bandit waves back and continues unleashing his ammo on the hapless muthii.
The BT pulls away and a brand spanking new pimped up train rolling on 18-inch rims complete with spinners pulls up at the station…
“Shall we?” I ask the broad.
To new adventures!
Not from the train, but from me.
PS, I know I have gotten excess (sex) education and poems fulani fulani but I still need prayers. Bana, I’ve been on the BT for the longest. I’ve rusted.
To good times!
I strolled through the fence riding on the wave feeling the cool spray of liquid salt on my face, the metal leviathans glared their fangs daring me. I held my stance. I crossed over the vast ocean feeling the fire, it burned my feet, the heat glimmered and bites at my face these annoying fire flys. Try as they may i am intent on meeting her, the tormentor of my soul. Her fiery screech burns deep inside and i have only crossed half way. The hive loomed above filled with lazy ants …busy they seem. I merged through a door she sat there glaring, daring me using her proboscis to threaten my life energy.
I sat in a chair …carefully, knowing that the lounge was a death trap. I needed to be tormented, it is a magnetic pull that i cannot resist. The teacher in white continues to threaten with each heave of her chest. I sigh she knows my desire and vomits, scaring me with her outburst and closes my senses, the goal is my only aim i kick hard to score. The banshee materialise before my very eyes summoned. Angelic, but it is just a farce, the throng of soldiers forces us apart trampling on my apples. I reached out to touch her fingers amazingly elongated i am surprised the skills i have. She smiles.