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sentences had labelled me
bitter, a further three sentences on after mentioning
that I blogged, he
said that I had a puffed out ego adding that I was an
attention whore who felt the need for people to agree with her.
His friend then added that it made me seem
insecure; as I seemed to need
validation form other people.
Understand that blogging is
vanity publishing, and the majority of people who do
it want to be heard.
Although, I hardly think they want to agreed with, at
least not all the time . What this fine gentleman- who after a couple of
more sentences I labelled a
neurotic pervert with borderline misogynistic
tendencies who felt the need
to put people down in order to hide his own
insecurities- failed to ask was why I blogged.
Sure, I like people to agree with me but at the core
of it all, I genuinely
love writing; lists, diary entries, doodles on paper and
stuff on this blog. Granted I do not always have time
but I really enjoy writing. The interplay between fiction and non-fiction,
inspiration, seeing it all unfold. There is no bigger a
fan out there than
I. You would be correct in your assumption that I
blog more for me than anyone else.
I may not be as good as Dickens, but this is what I
Here's an excerpt from our conversation.
"Don't you have anything you like doing?" I asked.
X turned his gaze on me, smirked took a drag from
the cigarette that was
dangling precariously from his fingers, smacked his
lips and retorted
"I love sex," he paused for effect, "and I love
Dear reader I should tell you that such brashness
makes me uncomfortable. I
also think it is inappropriate to discuss sex in such a
manner to one you
have just met. So I gulped looked away and then
turned my gaze slowly back on him, whilst he and his pal hi-fived each other and
smirked some more.
Which, for a split second made me think of small sized apes pounding
their chests to validate their maleness.
I regarded him for a while,
"Different strokes for different folk," I said sagely.
I wanted so badly to change the subject.
"What can I say, I am a thirsty guy,"
Moments later after noticing how I had interrupted N
as she went on about
her Shona heritage, I noticed him exchanging looks
with said pal,
"You have bi-sexual tendencies," he guffawed and
exchanged another hi-five
with his pal.
Thoroughly annoyed, I turned my back on him
and spent the rest of the
evening talking to a politician who had been sitting
quietly at our table.
I became oh so interested in why he had not yet built
a dam in his constituency, as had been promised almost a decade ago.
"A couple of years ago you moved people out of that
area claiming that the
government planned on building a dam."
"The dam that resulted in the displacement of
hundreds of families from the
He continued staring at me blankly.
X's friend who had been eyeing N for a while, took
this opportunity to grab
my arm and point to a video of two people having
sex on his phone. "That's what your friend should do," and then he let
out a loud bark and
pleased as punch he hi-fived X.
Disgusted, I left with N in tow. It dawned on me that a man that
constantly went on
about sex was just using
the talk to compensate for a lot of things, which
happen to be none of a my a
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A shadow painted whereyes, a shadow must fall.
the cow's breath not forgotten...
life is painted noly red, green, but also in grey and dard.
Let us welcome life with smiles whatever it is.
Green Dreams, gift of the gods, and in this achievement effort. both
inward and outward. must play a great part
Think me not unkind and rude, that I walk done in grove and glen; I go
to the god of the wood.
Best wishes for my Best friends and welcome To our little happy world.
When you have problem, Remember me.please.
Cool Dogs Welcome to Cool Dog's Happy little world BEST WISHES FOR YOU
I now dend you infinite blessing at every each other for youth and
joy! Drip such acrid fragrance.
Miffy 45th Anniversary in 2000 Skipper's Schedule Fishing the seas for
a fishy story for the fishmonger.
Child Wonder The only excercise I get is when I take the studs out of
one shirt and put them in another New Taste Many reason have been put
forward for napolean fame, apart from those put forward by napolean
Dear my friend, Bob. Hi! Bob, How are you? I'm in the pink of health
Do you know that plastic model car race is now very popular in our
school? My car is "BOB Special No. 2" which you gave me some time ago.
It's really the best one which has been never failed to keep first
place at all races.
Snoopy for PRESLDENT Weber for Lunch * Editor's note: The drawing on
this pencil box showed Snoopy and Woodstock. King of Line Wisdom is
better than Strength
This is me talking now... none of this was made up. The Chinese said it.
11 Jan 2012
I do not know how I ended up doing this, but I know every time I thought about it I was filled with that type of dread that comes from knowing a lot is expected from you but you have absolutely nothing, zilch, nada to deliver.
Simply because the last time I composed anything I was proud to show to anyone was 8 years ago in English class – and boy, did I used to compose some mean pieces, if I say so myself.
[This was new ground for me because we always got topics to write about in High School, “What I did during the Holidays”, “A Day I will never forget” e.t.c.] …but I digress too much!
“All that glitters is not gold”,
“Never judge a book by its cover”... etc.
And let us be frank, if you do not know these sayings and what they mean, then either you must have been one of the few that skipped aforementioned English class, never owned a Student's Companion or perhaps you are just a “girl X” as blogged by Tariro not too long ago.
Yes, again I digress.
Luckily for me, it was not as random as this – I promise I do not spend my days adding each and every recommended friend on my Facebook or Twitter profile, my friend lists are testament to this!
And from the get-go we got on like a house on fire – it was like we had known each other all our lives, bar the fact that we knew more about each other than the average two people that strike up a friendship.
We chatted about everything from politics, religion, the arts, the future, the past and everything in between – and very soon Philippa and I were on that WhatsApp swag, daily, hourly! And don't you dare think I have forgotten to wax lyrical about how good looking Philippa was.
In her Facebook photos she looked simply divine, always fashionable in the right clothes, hair always looking right and by the looks of it always in the ‘bestest’ looking sunglasses money could buy. You can see where this is going can't you, that is, she was not someone you’d be embarrassed with in public...
One weekend, we all descended on Birmingham for a close friend's Birthday party... and my best friend had brought Philippa along by surprise.
I just could not believe my eyes – there she was in person, looking tight as ever, in her latest Prada sunglasses, adding mystique... This party weekend had taken a different turn and I knew there and then that a man was about to enjoy himself ten-fold.
I will never forget the moment I lifted my head to give the warm, boy-like smile I had on my face. My friend and Philippa were in clear view, about to walk into the kitchen.... only that it was Philippa, without her big designer sunglasses. Philippa as life had left her after a seriously disfiguring disease had left her with a drooping eye-lid and another that could not open at all.
It is amazing how much racing the mind can do in shock!! My heart went South and when it reached South, it went south of South... and the noticeable effects of this were the wide-open eyes and awry smile that now occupied my face. To avoid an awkward situation I quickly remembered to put my smile back on and reminded myself to say
“Good Morning.” in the most jovial way possible.... and so I did as they walked in.
How many people have you disregarded based on their looks alone? How did you know if said persons wouldn’t have been the most compatible in any form of relationship if you did not look beyond their looks? We all want the best looking partners yes, the one that looks good on the arm but are we sacrificing the true traits that I believe make a good and sound relationship? What should really be important to us? And is this achievable in this visual world?
10 Jan 2012
- Thank the award-giver and link back to them in your post
- Share 7 things about yourself
- Pass this award along to 15 recently discovered blogs you enjoy reading
- Contact your chosen bloggers to let them know about the award
- I am obsessed with yoghurt, of all type colour, flavour, I do not discriminate
- I would rather wear a dress then jeans, makes me feel so pretty.
- I will read anything as long as it has letters, no matter how boring I stick it out to the very end.
- I see things in the dark, a result of my overactive imagination, I do believe I once saw a ghost, no don't judge, strue.
- I am very shy, which is nothing to be proud of, instead of twiddling my thumbs around new people however, I come out swinging like Tiger Woods.
- I loathe people that talk a lot, especially since I never shut up... there can only be ONE.
- I am a total softy and will cry at the drop of a hat.
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