Uncontrollable bleeding. Acidosis. Cold. We all know what the combination means. We call it the triad of death. The point of no return. It’s the moment in the OR where you turn to damage control. You stop. You step back. You let the body rest and see if you find a solution to the chaos that’s happening inside. Once the chaos subsides, we have to go back. Take another look. We have to ask ourselves: can this body be put back together? If we’ve done our jobs right, it can. We stop the bleeding. We sew up the damage. We make the body whole again. But no matter how hard we try, we have to realize some things just can’t be fixed.
preparation to life
October 2, 2020
you work, you study, you prepare, for months and years, leading to one day.
the day you will step up.
on that day, you have to be ready for anything.
but there is one thing you cannot quite prepare for.
a day wen you will step down.
sometimes it happens in an instant.
we step up we become a leader.
we see a path forward.
we see a path and we take it.
even wen we have no idea where we are going.
this the kind that makes life.
compensation
October 2, 2020
the human body is designed to compensate for loss.
it adapts so it no longer needs the thing it cannot have.
but sometimes, the loss is so great and the body cannot compensate on its own, and that’s when modern medicine and surgeons get involved.
we are so hopeful at the beginning of things. there seems a whole to be gained not lost.
they say the inability to accept lose is a form of insanity. its probably true but sometimes its the only way to stay alive.
i guess tht’s wat gals do!
August 11, 2014
It kills me 2 know we can never be,
I thought it would only be you and mi,
I wanted to grow old wit you,
How can we love but yet be so cold,?
Do you even think of us.?
…Broken love and shattered trust,
Why must we always fight ?
What happen to braking night.?
wish we could make things right,
Its goes to show how friends can fuck up peoples lives,
Cause only you knew how I felt inside,
I gave you my all,
Remember back in fall,
In the city when we use to have a ball,
You don’t even call,
Or bother to know how I’ve been,
Just know you’ll always have a place within,
Never would of thought it had to be like this,
So I write this,
to assure you I’m no longer upset,
I’m just filled with regret,
Full Version.
I gave you…
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behold, there met him a woman.
June 16, 2014
behold, there met him a woman.
We put it all out there
I’ll remind us again that Proverbs 7:10 says, “behold, there met him a woman [with] the attire of a harlot, and subtle of heart.” This tells me that before the lines were blurred, there was such a thing as clothing that belonged only to prostitutes.
Upset? Well… like it or not, we identify people by their clothing. Let’s imagine you walk into a hospital and are told to have a seat and wait for the doctor. Two men walk into the waiting room. One has a red helmet, red overalls, gloves, and is holding a fire extinguisher. The other has a white coat and a stethoscope over his neck. Who is the doctor? If you walk into a convenience store holding a gun, with a black stocking mask over your face and your eyes peeking out of two holes, you can’t blame the guy at the counter for jumping out of his skin or calling the cops. So if you dress like a prostitute, who are you going to attract, and why are you angry that he’s hitting on you?
Why should a man give you his jacket and get frostbite on your account if you decided to throw a hanky over your chest and another one barely covering your behind, knowing full well it would be a cold evening, that you’d be at the movies and that cinemas are cold? Does chivalry mean someone always has to suffer for your inconsiderate behavior? Some parts of your body belong to one pair of eyes only, and it’s very bad manners to subject strangers to certain aspects of your anatomy whether it’s perfect or full of cellulite-dimples and stretch marks. I don’t care what photographer suggests what pose, what your job demands, or what century you think I’m living in. If you’re not a whore, stop putting it all out there. You can be decent and beautiful. Don’t you know your price?
As I said, Maina is a quiet man
June 28, 2013
I have been humbled. I have gone back to being the silent guy I once was. I have resigned to the fact that people will forever think of you as they want to. And carry you cheaply if you let them. And you have to stand firmly wit what you believe in, while the questions you choose not to answer tell more about who you are.
So today I choose to tell you a very interesting story. I will not use their real names. You might learn a thing or two from it or at least use it to look like a smart ass among your friends. After all, this is a true story.
Maina is the typical Kikuyu to the core. At the age of 65, fresh from retirement, he had just bought a townhouse for his newly gotten second wife of 31 years. He’s never stepped in a kitchen unless there was a ‘spider’ situation that his new found wife could not handle. Old Maina believes that women should always be treated to the finest thinks of the world; while the young men should be left to fight and fend for themselves. After all, they have all their lives to fend. He believes that girls belong to the kitchen and boys belong to the fields to watch goats and hopefully get a chance to fight off hyenas while they are at it. Maina says that a man should Glow long beard while a woman should shave everything clean. Maina doesn’t believe in daughters inheriting anything from their fathers and dowry should be set before a guy impregnates any of his daughters. He hates light skinned petite women. He also believes that men should be at the top of the food chain. The world should have order and it would be stupid to fix something that’s not broken. To summarize everything, he doesn’t give a belch what you think.
One time he decided to have a drink at a popular joint in Kinoo fondly known as ‘Kikopei’. With him were his accomplices; three young men of ages between 28-34 years, his errand boys. Drinking with them has and had never bothered him; As long as they’re not childish, a man is as good as the next man regardless of their age. That is Maina’s policy. Anyway on this particular night just as the four men were about to finish their beers, two light-petite women staggered into the bar looking dolled up and supple. Their restless but confident eyes were a sure sign that they were in the bar on ‘business’. Seeing that everyone’s stare was on these wobbly-bottomed-sex-hungry looking bad girls, Maina did not waste the opening. He invited them to his table. Maina has always been a winner and since he looked like a wealthy old man, the other patrons at the bar gave up trying to signal the stunner girls to their tables. We all know you can’t get a young chic off from an old man’s money.
He ordered wine for them and suddenly, they night seemed to liven up for the men. Now in every situation such as this, the man that buys the drink has to get the most beautiful chics while the rest of the men are left to fight for the leftovers. In this case, the ‘young boys’ were left over the other chic.
Being a seasoned pick up artist, Maina was quick to lay down his terms and condition of engagement with this hot take home chic. He made sure that she knew the rules. All of them. That he would buy her alcohal and any other refreshment she needed for the night in return for a ‘wild sex’ thereafter. She agreed whore-heartedly.
After a few hours of heavy drinking and dirty dancing with the young chics, Maina popped his happy pill and declared it was time to go and sort the ‘other issue’. The young men bade him goodnight and said they would stay on with the ‘leftovers’ for a little longer as they pondered over who among them was going to take her home.
Once outside, Maina went on his cellphone to try find a cab to his favorite lodging or ‘kichinjio’ as it is known among his friends. His ‘chips funga’ however, had other better ideas. She reasoned with him it was not good to waste money on cabs and lodgings when it could be used in better ways like paying for her campus fee. Clearly, Maina had never experienced such a smart hooker. He gave in and was eager to go coz his happy pill was kicking in. Things were getting conveniently hard. You see for Maina an erection is a blessing coz of his age, his habits, his drinking, his pills, and his one pack among other things. It’s hard to come by nowadays and it is equally hard to know if it will happen tomorrow. They got into his retirement package, a new second hand Audi car and drove for 20 minutes before going off road into Kangemi. A hard knock neighborhood located in the valley behind the Mountain View. Maina remembered he had been here before in the early eighties to buy some plots. He has even forgotten where his plot was. It was still out here somewhere, but that will be a story for another day.
They drove through the slum occasionally shining their headlights on random hoodlums here and there. The stench of burst sewerage was overwhelming. After a maze of turns and twist, they reached the ‘chips funga’s’ house. Oh her name is Ciku if you are wondering. I hadn’t mentioned her name before, I hav my reasons. So Ciku lived in the middle of the slum in a one roomed. Her house was right smack in the middle of one of the most unknown and feared neighborhoods in Nairobi like a queen bee’s pod.
By this time, Maina was so hard it hurt. He gripped Ciku’s ass as she fumbled with the padlock. This caused her to drop the padlock in surprise. Maina believes in himself and coz of that, it has made him a go-getter and goes straight to the point without going round is circles. It was rumored that he had the strength of a ram when it came to women. That once he worked on a girl she’d beg for her life from the opposite side of his room wailing loudly in bewilderment. Maybe that’s how he came to be known as the ‘carpenter’. Ciku tried to fetch for the padlock in the dark but had to give up as Maina pushed her into the house in his uncontrollable heat. He kissed her but she kept pushing him away. He couldn’t understand why she kept on pushing him away. After all he had made it clear how it was going to go down. She slithered out of his grasp as he tried to tear off her top. They went on like this until Ciku spoke up in a rather terrified tone. She blurted that he was scaring her and that she was fearful he’d strangle her. This stopped Maina in his tracks. He had never been accused of been rough with a woman let alone a prostitute. He was known of his romans and smooth lines in every way. He fought himself down. With his erection now humbled, Maina started comforting Ciku in a low soothing tone telling her that he wasn’t a bad man and that he’d wait till she was ready. And as if to test him, Ciku dared him to hold her and spoon her till she fell asleep. This way they’d wake up in the morning to make love when she was ready.Maina gave in and spent the last few hours to dawn caressing Ciku and running his mouth all over her neck and back until he fell asleep.
Maina woke up in a start. Ciku wasn’t there. He quickly ran to the window and sighed. At least his car was still there, intact. He hurriedly prepared to exit and sighed again. There she was, coming from the kiosk a few feet from the house. She had a funny scare look about him. He could feel the anger flare within him and he wasn’t about to let her give another excuse. He had bought her drinks and she had to pay back. He beckoned her to come back to the house and do due diligence but she had other plans. Without warning, Ciku started screaming at the top of her lungs. She shouted that he wanted to rape her and strangle her. This being a slum, a crowd formed in seconds and was in no time baying for some blood. They were carrying, machetes and stones, ready to lynch him and his car. The tension between ‘the haves’ and ‘have nots’ is usually a deep rooted one. Maina had not option than to beg for his life and a chance to explain himself. He narrated how he had met Ciku the previous night and how they ended up in this standoff. Now in the hood the people’s court is usually very very fair. For after hearing both Maina’s and Ciku’s side of the story, Jewry ruled in Maina’s favor.
Now the crowd turned on her and demanded that she pay her dues to the ‘poor man’ who had even volunteered to drive her home in his expensive Audi. They forcefully pushed her into the house and vowed that they would only let her out if the old man had satisfied himself on having her.
Inside the house, Ciku desperately tried every trick in the book to get off but Maina would hear nothing of it. She said she was on her periods but Maina brushed it off saying he liked his sex bloody and messy. She tried the STD card but he countered it by saying it still didn’t scare him as he had only a few years to live too. The HIV/Aids card was the last kick of a dying horse. Then finally, she told him that she wasn’t a woman but a man, to which he laughed until he fell down in an epileptic laugh.
Maina dared Ciku, “Why don’t you remove your pants and if it is true, I will go!” “If you are a man, I will fire up my car and go home in peace!” but he still continued laughing like a mad man.
Then slowly, Ciku unclasped her skirt from behind and let it down. As the skirt went down, there it was, cello-taped to her sorry his right thigh. The biggest and longest Maina has and had ever seen of a man’s fire arm.
Maina is a quiet man these days. As I said. He hates light petite human beings, both male and female…whatever.…
The Jehovah Names of God
April 29, 2013
this is super marvelous..
Your view of God either is going to strengthen your faith or cause you uncertainty.
As a worship leader it has become more and more evident to me that you cannot worship The Lord if you do not know Him. Knowing Him is and should be the life long pursuit of every believer and the best way to get to know Him is to read and study what He has said about Himself.
Here’s a list I’ve compiled over the years of “Jehovah Names.” As you read and meditate on each one stop and allow His Spirit to show you how He has revealed each one to you personally.
- Jehovah – The Lord
Exodus 6:2,3
- Adonai Jehovah – The Lord God
Genesis 15:2
- Jehovah Adon Kal Ha’arets – The Lord, the Lord of All the Earth
Joshua 3:11
- Jehovah Bara – The Lord Creator
Isaiah 40:28
- Jehovah Chezeq – The Lord…
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keep somethings private
April 15, 2013
Everyone knows how important a word can be wen you’re dating. Not just wat you say but the way tht you say it.
In fact, everything bout a lover’s voice is important remember how exciting it was the first time your partner whispered in your ear? Most couples go on to gradually develop their own private lover’s language, which bonds them together and excludes everyone else.
But everyone’s taste are different, which means tht wat arouses one lover leaves another completely cold. So watch how a new partner responds as you whisper your latest sweet nothing. No reaction? Don’t use it again.
But don’t give up either! Try out all sorts of words to enhance the intimacy between you. You have plenty to choose from – every language has loads of words for wat lovers do together. For parts of their bodies, for example, sweet talk and pet names. Which goes to show tht our ancestors were not only good at inventing intimate words, but realized how important they are.
After all, almost every time we make luv everything starts wit a word. But forget wat a difference they can make. And tht’s a shame, because even the most successful couples seem to hav less sex as years go by.
There’s no ‘right’ amount, of course, though two or three times a week is the statistical average. More often for new couples, less for older ones.
Some couples stick to a pretty regular routine, while others go bananas over the occasional weekend. You shouldn’t be trying to stick to a timetable in any case though one enterprising couples published a book bout their project to make luv every single day for 100 days. They succeeded by the way – though they admitted tht they took a long rest afterwards!
So don’t panic bout the numbers. There are bound to be times wen you don’t feel like it, and also times wen you’ll surprise yourself! If it’s not happening, think first bout stress and fatigue, then check out emotional issues like resentment or anger. After tht, think bout your priorities! Because wen we start a relationship, everything takes second place to sex. later on, it’s the other way round. And there’s no doubt tht urban men and women are getting less than they used to because nowadays they hav so little free time.
But intimacy is a necessity in any successful relationship. So get your diary out and see if you can’t cross out a few things. Schedule yourselves one hour a day alone together – and time spent sleeping or watching TV doesn’t count! Add one evening to yourselves a week and the occasional weekend, even if you hav children.
It’s easier than you think. Enforce early bedtimes, buy a baby alarm, tell older children wen they can and can’t interrupt you, send them round to their grandparents as often as you can and fit a lock to the bedroom door! And don’t feel even slightly guilty. Being intimate together makes you better parents, not worse.
Don’t feel you hav to make luv every time you’re alone together. Just talk, enjoy each other’s company, but also practice being seductive! Be attentive, affectionate, and let your partner know your intentions. And in a long-standing relationship, at least try to respond to every approach.
It won’t always work, but a few moments kissing and cuddling to see if your bodies will get the hint are never wasted. They usually do, even wen you least expect them to.
Work too on understanding the subtleties of each other’s language – after all ‘stop!’ can just as often mean ‘Go!’ I fact, successful couples use words so skillfully tht there always seems to be a whiff of intimacy in the air around them, always a little teasing and the hint of possibilities later.
And yet no one who overheard them would ever quite figure out wat was going on. So don’t forget those words of luv, no matter how long you’ve been together.
Use your lover’s language to appreciate and encourage each other. And to improve your timing. Because it’s teasing, hints and allusions like tht which bring your partner’s mood into line with yours. So work on your lover’s vocabulary, and passion will last forever!
couples cherish real luv in old age.
April 15, 2013
Modern life’s very youth oriented – or at least it looks that way. Especially if you believe everything you see or read. Youngsters seem to have all the excitement. The sport, music and fashion industries are all aimed at them. They have relationships – and a sex life! Most young people can’t imagine “wrinkles! Being intimate at all. It’s not really like that of course. “Wrinkles” may not be as physically perfect as they were at twenty, but they often get lots more enjoyment from their love lives than they did as youngsters. So there’s plenty to look forward to!
It’s not easy though. Any Gal who’s hanging around with an older man will tell you bout the pitying looks from her friends. Who all imagine that her fella can’t keep up with her? But it’s not true. Older guys can be far more energetic – and better endowed – than younger men. Men in their fifties are not only often having the best sex of their lives, but are far more adventurous. Try asking them – surprisingly they tend to tell the truth. Older men are generally far more satisfied with their sex lives than they were earlier – despite the physical problems that are supposed to destroy their desire.
In fact, middle aged men have a lot going for them – and are far nicer to their partners. They’re much less bothered by physical self esteem, so they don’t get hang ups over their ageing bodies – or the imperfections of their partners. And the emphasis in a man’s sex life changes. From quality to quality – and the enjoyment of real intimacy. It all comes from an emotional transformation that most men go through in their forties. Which leads to a more romantic frame of mind – and less of a need to put notches in their belt.
Not at all like men in their twenties. Whose lives are dominated by their drive to conquer the world – and to chase everything in skirts! Or men in their thirties who’re exhausted by their growing families and their latest sales or production targets. In their forties, men start to question all their earlier goals. Are they leading the life they intended to? With the right partner? Was this really wat they dreamed of?
This period can be uncomfortable. Making them discontented with life and bored wit people they luv. Wanting to do something completely different. Wondering bout decisions made years before. They can be really hard to live with – confused bout who they are and wat their life means.
It’s also a time of physical changes and new obligations. Helping wit grandchildren maybe. Ageing parents. Worries bout the future. Negative feelings bout marriage. Bout their job. Physical problems, such as irritability and fatigue. Feeling of sadness, lethargy, depression and urgency.
Men often abandon an unsatisfactory relationship at this time. And discover a new perspective on life. Especially men whose work was everything and who’s given little thought to ageing and retirement. They feel a loss of masculinity and confusion bout their future role. Start askin questions bout their sex life. They are less easily aroused. Is this the start of a slippery slope? Where will it all end?
But by the fifties, men have usually accepted that they are no longer young – or immortal. And that drives a need to review life and change direction. Rather than believing that ageing is simply bout having to give things up, many find it’s a time to think bout wat to start! And many men do make big changes. A new partner perhaps. They start giving relationships a higher priority than work. No more endless worries bout how well they’re doing versus colleagues. They become more confident and honest bout intimacy.
Without the emotional pressures of earlier life, they are more adventurous and passionate. Men are generally useless at sharing their feelings. But in their fifties they become better at talking things over wit their partners. They find a new passion wit their wives after children have left home. They focus more on their love lives. Gone are the days of arranging sex around the times there aren’t any toddlers or teenagers in the house! There can be spontaneity again. Fifties men are far more generous in bed than they were as young men. They spend more time making luv – and they know wat they’re doing. They have learned that intimacy is not bout perfect bodies, but giving each other joy. They’ve discovered how to give themselves pleasure – and how to satisfy their wives. Sex is no longer an isolated act – it becomes part of other pleasures such as good food and affection. They have come to appreciate the beauty of the female form in a way that a young man never does. They are more understanding of women’s bodies – and overlook their flaws. All the urgency that drives young men has gone.
Because wen you’re young, luv and desire is all bout hormones and stuff. So a young man’s whole chemistry is geared towards having sex as often as possible. Whenever the opportunity presents itself. Whereas women’s brains are programmed to find the right man first! A young man’s sex drive can be aroused in seconds. A woman warms up much more slowly. It’s not surprising that most of us spend our lives arguing bout sex!
Actually it’s worse even than that. A woman’s sex drive is generally low in her teens. She is interested, sure. Because of all the hype – and her search for luv. But she has little desires. Her desire rises gradually, to peak in her late thirties and early forties – wen it’s often greater than a man of the same age.
So right through to her late thirties, most women complain that their men want too much sex. They feel used. But by her late thirties though, the roles reversed. Now she probably wants more than him! She’s likely to be at her most assertive too. At the peak of her self confidence.
And that’s where a man in his fifties comes into his own. Because now he’s able to understand her needs better. Now he understands that she needs lots of time to become aroused – to feel a slow build up of tension. Lots of attention, praise and talk – because he does too! And he knows that it’s worth all the effort. Because wen the sex is great between a luvin couple, everything bout the whole relationship goes well. No problem is too great to solve. Commitment increases and stress levels fall.
But wat really makes the difference is an older man’s new-found emotional sensitivity. And his desire to please. So relish him. He really is a treasure!