Of My African Mindset

Good morning! Good evening(it's 5pm somewhere on earth, the drunk man said). Been a wonderful ride so far cruising this thing called life. And in my journey, have learnt a few things or two. (Is that good English?). Anyway, no regrets...well, maybe one. But still, life hasn't been unfair. I believe everything that happens is out of our own making, our own volition, our own judgement that brings about the culture in our lives. There's never a course that is perceived as being "written". I think that's crap, some invented bull that gives us comforts us and tells us it's ok, that consequence we just got, well, that was G(g)od's doing. Every little tid bit, every consequence is as a result of our poor/wise judgement. Case study 1, the jobless woman who gets pregnant without a laid out plan(pun). She brings forth kids in this world with the sole belief that children are a blessing. Maybe in the process of bearing forth kids (and filling the earth) she...

Its been a while since I wrote. A while since I took my pen and write notes and words about anything and everything. My mind and the perspective I got about life. Maybe someday I will write about people's experiences, the ups and downs of cruising this life. Maybe write of that guy who I have seen indulge in alcohol till he's too frail to recognize his own face. Maybe write of that woman who's always too bitter to live, bitter about the consequences of her actions. Maybe that child who's now just a menace to society, who found it too hard to follow instruction.  Maybe I will write my own journey in life. Heck, maybe I should stop wishing and just write already, haa? Anyway, since I have nothing major to type, and am just writing anything and everything that's passing through my head, maybe, just maybe my mind will slowly drift towards a story. Am sitted caring about my own business. Been busy online pursuing a course I believe is worth it. I have clicked and c...

Those little random thoughts, Little random thoughts that stay far too long within, A great idea to initiate that thought, To finally put it down into action,  I read a piece,  Of a wish that a man said,  "A time like this next year, you'll wish you had started today" , And that made me think, got me thinking... Those little random thoughts I always had, It's time to put them down in paper, So I did, Yet they never seemed sensible,  Time passed... And it's years later now, Maybe two, three or ten later, So I decided,  Am gonna rise from this great ass of mine.... And finally make my random thoughts count! Signed Carol Gatonye

Dear world, Black people cannot be racist. Take this to the bank,.. As time and years have proved, black people have more problems than just sitting and comparing colors. A black man can be compared to a faithful dog. Submissive to his master and very much ready to do any job, anything for food, a piece of meat in a land full of greens. A black man is the only creature who starves in a country of fertile lands, waits the whole day for fish at the shores of the ocean. Rows his boat months an end to fend for a family of twelve. A black man has many problems. He creates many gods to satisfy his longing to belong, to be loved. To feel important in his own land. He makes a god to lead him into his own promised land. Through religion, he is comfortable in being blind folded into the belief of a god of others. He is contented. He is a descendant of the Father of the land of far. A black man has power problems. He loves oppression. And at the mention of power, he will sell ...

Some time back,  I was stuck in a situation I didn't like. I was in a group discussion where the group leader made jokes(or so he thought he did) whereby we were expected to laugh. Well, if you are a comedy fun, you may have realized that there’s intelligent comedy and just plain comedy. To me, not everything is funny. “Your mama is so fat-kinda joke…” is really not funny to me. I wouldn't dare break a muscle over such high school jokes. Knock-Knock jokes, well, let me rewind to my kindergarten days. Well, in this discussion, I was literally being tortured, not because of the jokes, but mostly because I couldn’t stand and walk out. You see, this was a  sane enough guy  who had helped me secure a good job..(well, aint that life?) Anyway, things went well till he realized I wasn’t single as I claimed to be. Seriously, even if I got paid for it, this is a guy I would never have time for coffee with. So suddenly, as soon as he realized my chitty chats bec...

If death were like sleep It, I would make, my sole destiny of choice Then, I would love to die Forget all worries of the world Close my eyes..just shut Build castles of mast Have wings and hug men Men of good faces Men of all phases Or just give a kiss to my neighbor Is death like sleep? Maybe, or difference be the weep? Will I walk in mazes of chaff? Run wild and kiss Jack? Till my body vibrates in wet foams? Well, I do hope so I would then love to die With no stress of my bosses Or the pricks of life's losses Walk and smile to no one Just me and and my fun fancies But I highly doubt That death is like sleep Because all my body would be, Is just a still rock that no one wants to look twice Poet:  carolyn gatonye

Life is not a rehearsal. Life is not high school either; life, is a concept of making something of oneself; whereby you take a route, (just once) never to return. so that you can have the opportunity of looking back and claim to have lived!  Life,  is the only route we take once. To never return. The only route we take to places we believe are better, more exciting...defined by decisions of hurt, pain, belief and faith in things unknown. making new friends, new enemies, taking pieces beneficial in the journey. Yet somewhat we tend to stagnate; have this weird notion that we can live again. A syndrome of some sort. The Muga Syndrome I call it. Once I shared a class with a Muga guy. A clingy little boy who believed life revolved around the four walls of our high school classroom. While at that young age, for most of us,  everything was all about competition, from the books, to who would be the teacher's pet. So in this, Muga found a high place to settle. Muga was ho...