Get love or die trying

Get rich or die trying....

These are not my words but by the words of a famous rapper 50 cent. How many of you are ready to die for love?....Count me out. Its unrealistic to think of such unless forced my circumstances. This is not what I directly mean.
        I am comparing love to richness. In so many ways is love similar to richness in the same many ways the two are different.
        I cannot call myself rich, neither can I call me poor since I lack much money. This is the case with love. If you dont have it, it doesn't necessarily mean your  heart is poor and if you do have it it doesn't make you the richest guy in the world. Similarly, the rich are the most restless and the most people who lack peace,  ask someone in a relationship and he/she if sincere enough will tell you its not always a walk in the park.
         Many are the times the rich when in company of friends will pretend to be the happiest of them all when they are more miserable than a church mouse. The same will happen to happiest of couples when they are having problems.
           I aint an Anti-love kind of guy. No.  But truth be said, finding love is not always finding happiness, so is finding money. Both of the two depends on how you take them. But I also acknowledge that reaching there is where most of us find difficult.
         Most of us are not born millionaires, we have to work our way up. And its not always a success. Most of us barely learn to walk leave alone learn to fly if you know what I mean.  We give up very early or life gives up on us.  Most will say the most difficult thing to find in this world and the most important thing is money. Others will find love both equally hard to find and equally important.
      Most people understand that money is important and hard to find but expect love to come  around easily. FYI... "Good things don't come around easily".  They give up even before they start to learn to love. Just like in business, afraid of taking risks, in relationships they are afraid of hurting.
         If we are ready to loose everything, kill and even die for money... Why not love? And am not asking you to be murderers but think about it. WHY NOT LOVE??

Pull Down That Miniskirt

         If I was this powerful ganglord that you wanted to get rid of, send a beautiful woman in a very short skirt, let her be blessed from top to bottom. In short, give me something I can look at.  I assure you I will be so mesmerized I would probably not hear even the loudest of bullets go through my heart. I would die smiling.
        That is besides my point. I have had this thing for skirts since as long as I can remember my sexual side being alive. So as I walk on the streets and notice a guy starring at a lady's behind in a short skirt, that he doesn't notice a pole in front of him. I don't blame him. We are now heading and living in a miniskirt Generation. Every man has a thing for skirts. If you don't, ask yourself how many times you go out, also remember to knock your right hand man down there and tell him to wake up.
       "My dress my choice" I think that is where everything went wrong. Whoever said leave something little to the imagination wasn't nuts. I know we men want something to remind us that when God created us He gave us some extra package down there. I call it "man reaction". But at least give our brains some work, lets us at least try n undress you with our minds, we like to work hard and don't always like it easy for gods sakes,  but before we are even half way there, let us wake up to the pain of hitting a pole, a wall, tripping and falling, or something that leaves our dirty minds embarrassed.
             I know you are probably asking how all these is related to love.  So here is the catch for you. Am walking on the streets of Nairobi. And I notice this couple  walking towards me and suddenly they stop to a sermon by a friend I assume.  You can tell the guy to the couple is very confident of himself. Of course he has all the reasons to think he ought to be confident. He has the most beautiful woman besides him. At least that is what he thinks. I don't blame him. I think my girlfriend is the most beautiful woman av ever met. As he introduces her to his friend I can't help it but slow down and stare at her well formed behind. I give credit where it's due.  She surely does have some nice.... But maybe that skirt is too short. It kinda spoilt everything. Gave her a whole different representation.
          I don't mean to be rude but if I met her at a later hour of the day if you know what I mean, I would have mistaken her for a 'lady of the night'.
         I wouldn't have been surprised if the guy had coaxed her into wearing the damn thing.
         " Switheart I want you to wear that short skirt I bought you"
         "But darling I thought I told you that the skirt is too short"
          "What do you mean its too short.... That is fashion.... Dont u want me to show them I also have a beautiful woman..."
          "But darling...."
          " If you want to go with me you will wear that skirt...."
             That is how I imagined the conversation to be. It happens.  But that shouldn't be the case. Men, you call her your woman, exactly, she is yours.  I don't see why you have to make her show off to other people. What you have is yours and yours to see... In the bedroom.  There is no excuse of that you want to belong. Dont dress her like a prostitute to impress your friends. They wont respect her. Let there be a difference between what you see and what they see. If you show them what is supposed to be private to your eyes.  What difference does it make between them and you?.
        When a man notices a lady dressed allittle over provokertively,  yes he will be mesmerized his eyes out. He will be licking his lips dry. After all this is bound to happen by nature.  But deep down, after his lustful desires have elapsed he will think to himself and deep down he still knows he will never take such a Woman to his mother. She is good to have fun but never good enough to settle down.
          Yes,  we love those short skirts,  personally, I am in love,  addicted, affiliated, obsessed, call it whatever. But ladies next time before you wear that miniskirt. Look yourself in the mirror with the eyes of a hundred men.

A Man with Two Penises Falls in Love with a Woman with Two Vaginas

His pants fit him like a glove...

Blanche Dumas was born in the 1800s withthree legs, four breasts, and two vaginas. You would think that this would be a hinderance to her love life, but no. In fact, it was just the opposite, as she was known as the Three-Legged Courtesan.

One day she heard about Juan Baptista do Santos, who also had three legs, but, more importantly, TWO penises. Thinking of all the possibilities, she insisted on meeting him, and the rest... well, we'll just leave that up to your imagination.

They suffered from Tripedalism, having been born with three legs, Diphallia, and penile duplication, which affects 1 in 5.5 million people. She may have uterous didelphys, which is less rare (1 in 3000), as well as Nymphomania, an insatiable sexual arousa

Relationships and clothes

       So am sitted down on one lazy afternoon. Am waiting for Bae to visit, and am thinking. Of how many other have come before her(and am not calling me a player). And this crazy Idea of how much relationships can be compared to clothes. Confused, right?
        Let me shine the light on you. So, think of the last time you went shopping. And now that we've created that picture in your memory, let's answer this question. Was it because you ran out of clothes? Was it because all your clothes  were completely worn out? Probably the answer will be no.
       This is exactly how relationships are. You don't always move from one relationship to another because your love is so torn apart. You at times feel you deserve better.
       Then, let's go on with our fantasy. After you are done shopping there will be that clothe that becomes your favourite. You just want to wear it any and every day. That is when you first fall for that person and you can't think of how you would do without your 'favourite clothing'
         But unfortunately, this love doesn't always last. Wait until you walk by the streets and see a better and more "trendy" clothe. And you are like 'I really need to get myself that clad'. Then slowly you start to forget about that previous one that you had to go through hell to get. You only wear it once a week. And that is mostly when you've got no choice.
       And after you've gotten the new one its more probable it will be replaced the next time you go shopping.
       Enough of the negative side. Now let's talk of how you maintain and take care of that special clothing. How much you give. More attention when washing so no stain is left unclean. When Ironing so you don't burn it. Coz you are not sure once you spoil it you will get another like it. That is the same care we should accord to that special someone. He or she should be your special clothing. You should want to wear them each and every day. Just like that favourite clothe they should make you feel special.
       
Dedicated to L.W you are my favorite clothing, I don't need to go shopping coz for you there is no replacement. I want to wear you every day of my life

I hope you find another like me

       I rem when we first fell in love. We stuck together like hand and glove.  Back then when you laughed through all my conversations . Back then I could  still  see the smile on your face reflect the happiness in your heart.
       Back then you never knew my name, to me I was just 'love'.  You told me you couldn't see your life with anyone else but me. Without me you wouldn't know how you would survive. I was the very air you used to breath and your heart bet to my name.  You made it look like paradise on earth. You filled my heart with fantasies.  You gave me false hopes.
     You were the girl of my wildest dreams.  You were my perfect example of how lovers are ment to be.  Yes, I loved you. To you I was committed.
     But, look how everything turned out. I wonder what I did wrong. I wonder what I would have done different. I thought I treated you right. I remember you used to say "Bby you make me feel like a princess" What changed?
         Now all I have are memories. And fantasies of what could have been.  You shattered me to pieces when you finally left. Like you before, I  didn't think I would make it. But thank God I realized you were not worth it.  All the tears and sorrow. All the worries and effort.
      Now that I finally realized how good I treated you.  I feel sorry.  And all I can say is "I hope you find another like me"  I hope he kisses you like I did, makes love to you like I did. I hope he understands you like I. I hope he realizes how much you love chocolates and how much you hate lies.  I hope he understands you better than I did Coz darln,  YOU WILL REMEMBER ME.

Its not all that mattters

IT’S NOT ALL WHAT MATTERS
“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, what I consider beautiful is not what you consider beautiful.” Most people would argue. Then if that is the case I believe we shouldn’t generally use the word beautiful. I believe those who came up with word should go back to the drawing board and come up wish loads of other names to describe each kind of beauty if beauty is so diverse.
But that is besides my point, its only fair am also allowed to clear the myth that beauty is only defined by what is viewed on the outside. It’s for this reason I agree with the definition that beauty is the quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind. So to me beauty is not the color of your skin, it’s not how irresistible your eyes are, or how much cleavage you show, it’s not how big your ass-ets are. No. real beauty is rarely seen or appreciated ordinarily. It’s found mostly on the inside.
I admit that a man’s weakness is a beautiful woman, on the outside, he is fascinated by the size of her behind or how big her chest is. If you know what I mean. We are as guilty as charged. I know these things matter. They are important but not necessary. I believe we men should not be intimidated by the appearance of a woman. I am not being a hater but, the truth be told. Just because she has the behind of Kim Kardashian or the face of Lupita Nyon’go or the boobs of Christina Hendrics. You feel inferior. The heart is what is most important.
So please, men when you want to choose that special person. Though it might be hard to convince you, don’t always focus on the outer beauty. If you are only after a one stand then go ahead and grab the biggest ass you can and the prettiest face. I won’t point a finger or blame you. True love only combines with people with good hearts and extra ordinary personalities.
And you girls, outer beauty isn’t the only thing that matters, ask Bruno mars(just the way you are),John Legend(you&I) OR EVEN Colbie Caillat(Try) . (By:joseph muriuki For; Love Issues)

My First love

Today I am writing this letter to my first love.... Honestly I dont know who that is.... After all am too young to understand love or maybe I do. But here is the thing

I know its been months or years maybe(after all I dont know who am talking to) since our love Issues came to an end, our so called love affair. I know you loved me. But I thought i loved you too. I know I made you promises. I laugh at myself just thinking about them. I even thought I would marry you.
       I curse the first day i called you baby.... Thats what we were "babies" maybe we were not aware of what we were saying and doing.
        I thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Now am sure if I was to see you again I wouldn't look twice.
        I am sorry I have to be this honest to you. But it kills me with shame to think I was ever that naive. They say you never foget your first love. But, you  i wont forget for all the wrong reasons.
      My love, I used to call you, I love you, I used to tell you, forever I used to think. In love I thought I was. A fool I know I was.
          But all that said, I am grateful you taught me things. You taught me how to make her smile, thanks to you I knew how to love, thanks to you am no longer so shy, thanks to you I know when she is sad.  And thanks to you I know what beauty is and thanks to you I know what love is and is not.
      Am glad that you.... Were... MY FIRST LOVE