I enjoy giving it to them. I do it with such passion
Sometimes I do it fast, sometimes I do it slow
Depending on how they want it
They seem to like it because they always come back
As a result my massage parlour is almost always fully booked.

© wamathai warugongo 2009

The day has dawned again, the day of reckoning in lover’s realm, where what you do or don’t do for that matter, weighs heavily on the scale of love. Having analyzed this “legend” – Cupid, (whose history has nothing to do with the murdered Valentine, after whom the day was named), I’ve found his rather lofty credentials wanting and accordingly lowered him significantly in my list of the highly esteemed. The arrow toting mad man who’s been set lose on the human population is shooting with reckless abandon, leaving in his wake a sequel of tragedies…Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony, Tristan and Isolde…but to mention a few. Whoever heard of him being licensed for the sport of marksmanship? Or ever heard of his eyesight examined?  Other than his hopelessly crooked bow that’s not only unfit but also an insult to any self respecting arrow, he is also alarmingly short on sight.

On this day, you are affronted by red from all sides, chocolates and all other sorts of so called ‘romantic gifts’ being shoved under your nose in blatant disregard for your ‘space’ and the fact that your now fat wallet will be dreadfully thinner at the end of it all. Whatever happened to the morale in the hit song ‘love don’t cost a thing’ and the phrase ‘It’s the thought that counts’.

Chocolate and candy are everywhere, easier on the eyes but not quite as easy on the hips. Flowers are a standard, their week long lifespan notwithstanding.

This year however, I’m feeling rather generous to the fellow and I’m quite convinced that after a decade of devastating missed marks, his practice has eventually paid off. He’s got it right this time. In keeping with this gracious turn of events, my regard for him has sufficiently improved all previous callous mannerisms toward him replaced by a reverent fondness.

Cupid! Cupid! Had you only stringed your bow sooner, I’d have been happier longer. Valentine’s Day needn’t have been about love’s tragedies but a celebration of love. I’d have looked past the overpriced flowers, the cavity attracting candy and the over-stuffed bears and at the heart behind the tradition, the sacrifice of Saint Valentine,  at the at the joy of giving,  the gift that is love and the smile that makes it all worthwhile.

My heart is content, for this day of all days I’m ecstatic, I have a valentine!

Happy Valentines

© angela ndegi 2010

The day has dawned again, the day of reckoning in lover’s realm, where what you do or don’t do for that matter, weighs heavily on the scale of love. Having analyzed this “legend” – Cupid, (whose history has nothing to do with the murdered Valentine, after whom the day was named), I’ve found his rather lofty credentials wanting and accordingly lowered him significantly in my list of the highly esteemed. The arrow toting mad man who’s been set lose on the human population is shooting with reckless abandon, leaving in his wake a sequel of tragedies…Romeo and Juliet, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony, Tristan and Isolde…but to mention a few. Whoever heard of him being licensed for the sport of marksmanship? Or ever heard of his eyesight examined?  Other than his hopelessly crooked bow that’s not only unfit but also an insult to any self respecting arrow, he is also alarmingly short on sight.

On this day, you are affronted by red from all sides, chocolates and all other sorts of so called ‘romantic gifts’ being shoved under your nose in blatant disregard for your ‘space’ and the fact that your now fat wallet will be dreadfully thinner at the end of it all. Whatever happened to the morale in the hit song ‘love don’t cost a thing’ and the phrase ‘It’s the thought that counts’.

Chocolate and candy are everywhere, easier on the eyes but not quite as easy on the hips. Flowers are a standard, their week long lifespan notwithstanding.

This year however, I’m feeling rather generous to the fellow and I’m quite convinced that after a decade of devastating missed marks, his practice has eventually paid off. He’s got it right this time. In keeping with this gracious turn of events, my regard for him has sufficiently improved all previous callous mannerisms toward him replaced by a reverent fondness.

Cupid! Cupid! Had you only stringed your bow sooner, I’d have been happier longer. Valentine’s Day needn’t have been about love’s tragedies but a celebration of love. I’d have looked past the overpriced flowers, the cavity attracting candy and the over-stuffed bears and at the heart behind the tradition, the sacrifice of Saint Valentine,  at the at the joy of giving,  the gift that is love and the smile that makes it all worthwhile.

My heart is content, for this day of all days I’m ecstatic, I have a valentine!

Happy Valentines

© angela ndegi 2010

She is one of the most interesting people I’ve ever talked to
And we get along so well
I feel incomplete if we don’t chat
I daydream about my online friend and
I wonder how she is like, in person
I wonder what my twitter friend would do
If she discovered that I have huge secret crush on her?

© james wamathai

He is her number one and she treats him as such
She loves him very much and she is always there for him
He on the other hand treats her like she is a bother
Like she is not worth his time
He causes her heartache and pain
He never shows gratitude for the things she does for him
I wish she were mine, i wish it were me she loved like that
I would reciprocate and also treat her like a queen
© wamathai warugongo 2009

It’s my very first time
I don’t want to seem anxious
And dampen the mood
I don’t want to rush it
And spoil the moment
I plan to enjoy myself
And savour the moment
When i get on that stage
I shall sing like no one has before.

© wamathai warugongo 2009

Today, I don’t feel like working
I don’t feel like talking to or seeing anyone
I don’t feel like doing much of anything
Even the things that normally relax me
Are getting on my nerves

It is you that I want
You that am thinking about
You that I wish was here
You that I want to talk to
You that I want to hold
What I would give to be where you are

© wamathai warugongo 2009

When I get drunk my tongue loosens
And I say what’s on my mind

When I get drunk I lose my inhibitions
And I’m up for anything

When I get drunk I sometimes pass out
And my friends play silly pranks on me

When I get drunk
I dance like there is no tomorrow

After I get drunk
I sometimes wake up in a stranger’s bed

© wamathai warugongo 2010