DORAMP

One of the most difficult people to live with are those whom you cannot tell who they really are or what they really want. Double standard people. People of many shades. You cannot tell their real intentions or what they really feel about you. I believe it will be much easier to live or co-exist with someone if you knew who they are or what their intentions are. That way, you are well able to move around them freely and easily. People of many shades or double standard people are difficult to please. The difficulty in pleasing those lies in the fact that you cannot tell who or what they are; in order to make provision for that ‘who’ or ‘what’. You can only try to do something and hope that it meets their expectation. Most often than not, expectations are never met. And if you are the kind that worries a lot when someone is not happy or pleased with you, you end up in a state of constant worry. This could leave you depressed. People of many shades or double standard people are ...

A magnitude of fun burst out among numerous young boys and girls all over. Some chasing each other and others teasing and pulling the clothes of the other. These young boys are probably driver’s mates. The ones who have a touch of romance are seen trying to talk to the young girls who are selling one thing or the other in a pan on their hands. Some try to position the items in the pan properly for the young girls; all to score some romantic points...lol One thing you cannot fathom is what these young boys and girls are happy about. It’s an early morning at the lorry station with a lot of activities all over. Everybody is engaged in one thing or the other; calling out the names of the towns/ cities the vehicles are going to, pulling the clothes and hands of prospective passengers to climb on a particular vehicle, selling items your mind could imagine; from pepper to phones, preaching the word of God, selling songs on pen drives, etc. Despite all of these, the young boys and girl...

My heart is bleeding, terribly and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it from bleeding. I have been stabbed deeply in my heart. By the very person who was to protect this heart. I know the face of the one who stabbed me. I just did not see the stabbing happening. It was very subtle. Clouded in sweet promises. Promises that were too sweet to be thought that they were fake. Promises that appeared that nothing, no matter what it was made of could break them. Promises that held some form of power and put all things together and at ease. My heart is bleeding, terribly and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop it from bleeding. I have been stabbed deeply in my heart. By the very person who was to protect this heart. I know the face of the one who stabbed me. I just did not see the stabbing happening. It was very quick. Clouded in sweet smiles.  Smiles that were too beautiful to be thought that they were fake. Smiles that appeared everlasting...

There was some sort of a stern look on your face; probably, because you were not sure of the company around you. And so being at your best composure was probably your priority at that time and you were not concerned about anything else. On the other hand, I was concerned with something. I was concerned with why you were there too. I did not understand why you should be there. You were not part of the crew; I queried so hard within. You could not be bothered. After all, you did not know what I was thinking. You had so much light and brightness around you. And a great and pure eye that blinks and signals to your lips to give an infectious smile. Oh yes!   I was watching all that...LoL Not that I gave a damn about you at that time though, but I wanted to find a fault and use it against you. Surprisingly, there was none to find! You came on a peaceful mission. A mission to give rest to a dying heart. A heart that had been used over and over and over and final...

‘Madam Most Liked’ had some flair around her that made people get stuck to her. She was liked, adored and always ‘worshipped’ because of her likeness. People will go heaven and earth just to get her attention. Many described her as the mother of many because many desired her attention. Many loved to be around her. Many broke all protocol just to get her attention. It appeared that she was born or probably grew up developing a unique ability. An ability that warm and stole the hearts of many. An ability that could put your heart at ease. An ability that could assemble various hearts all over and put at the same place and time. An ability that could make you do things for her which otherwise you would not have done. An ability that could make you spend even your last penny just to make her comfortable and happy. An ability that could make you put her interest first and even above yours. An ability that could deceive you and even though you know you are being deceived you s...

Sparkling and shining…beautiful and bright…wonderful and resourceful… It’s amazing how nature ‘gifts’. There are times we hope and pray for some things and expect all parts of creation to give up and present them to us but they don’t. In its own time and way, nature gives us what we desired, hoped and prayed for.  They usually do not come directly or plainly to us as we prayed for; and so if care is not taken, we will end up missing them. I remember the very day nature ‘gifted’ me. And it’s so funny now as I look back and recall the events surrounding your delivery. I was dead angry that you were around and on my table that day. How could you have been part of the gathering? I fumed as I thought to myself. I rebuked the deliverer and orchestrator of your coming. How could you have allowed this unwelcomed visitor to be part of us? I quizzed in my mind. In order not to be seen as rude, I had to act nice which I did…to my displeasure anyway. You can imagin...