football

there are a few things in the world that give a man satisfaction like his football team winning...... well, a real man. now when two of your favourite teams win in the space of a few hours and one of the wins comes with a trophy, its an orgasm of some sort. this happened to me today when both arsenal and highlanders won their games. what made it even sweeter for highlanders is that they hoisted a trophy. talk about having the last laugh. the streets of Bulawayo were filled with happiness. trumpets filled the air with their sound, people were singing their lungs out. bottle stores were having brisk business. lord knows how busy borrow street will be tonight. only football can have such an impact on the economy of a place like Bulawayo. for years the women have had conspiracy theories about the way to a man's heart. the true way to a man's heart is to support his favourite team. do not get angry if his eyes glow more when he is watching his team that when he is looking at yours. it is not a competition. tonight somewhere in Bulawayo, Sandra Ndebele is twerking because of a bosso win.

MY CITY

B eautiful to the core is my city
U ndermined and misunderstood, its such a pity
L ovely and soothing like an anti depression pill
A cacia trees lined higher than council bills
W est and east side all throng khothama boutique
A dvanced by the search of a beautiful antique
Y ears have passed but the city still stands
O nly the noble live here and united we stand

pretty eyes

my heart skips a beat when i look in your eyes
i see blue crystals, calmer than the skies
i rub mine for they telling me lies
something so beautiful but in disguise
my heart lusts not for what is between your thighs

your eyes tell a story, maybe bonnie and clyde
two strong lovers standing side by side
cupid shot his arrow and by his rules i abide
my emotion in motion there is nothing to hide

when i look in your eyes i get a natural high
if they sparkled less a part of me would die
i want your arms around my neck like a tie
and eyes further up, i will never let you say bye

the one that got away

As i sit and think, my heart in pain
i think of times i was so vain
sometimes i think i am insane
but then i know its caused by pain

i sit and think of words unsaid
it was like a budget but never paid
go say it , my heart just said
but the mouth an unworthy aid

as i sit and pen pen this page
i have grown, confidence and age
though my heart sits on the edge
i know this is but a stage

so as i sit, my heart makes way
for the one that got away

THE ONE

Something has been bothering me of late, everyone has been claiming that they are the one. the one that has money, the one who knows the answers to everything and the one who knows all the beautiful women on earth. funny thing is no one claims to be the one that made an ugly chick pregnant.  i am usualy not a person to be left out when it comes to trends so i am joining in on this bandwagon. i am the one that can finaly eradicate this thing called swag. now swag has different definitions but the universal one seems to be your fashion sense and money....... lots of it. now only two things can destroy swag, hunger and cold weather. the type of hunger that leaves your mouth looking white and no amount of lip licking can stop this. and cold weather when you are wearing your favourite t shirt and you want everyone to see it. well, you get cold to the bone. this will destroy all your swag. now i am yet to come up with other ways but then this is a good start. please tell me im not the one. now here is a definition of what swag is taken from the urban dictionery ; The most used word in the whole fucking universe. Douche bags use it, your kids use it, your mail man uses it, and your fucking dog uses it. If you got swag, you generally wear those shitty hats side way, and your ass hanging out like a fucking goof cause your pants are half way down your white ass legs. To break down the word, it means (Secretly We Are Gay). It is also a word that means to represent yourself/ the way you represent yourself, baggy clothes, shitty hats, small penis and basically a way to say your afraid to come out of the closet.

Urban Dictionary: Ratchet

Urban Dictionary: Ratchet

for the love of football

Americans call it soccer, we call it football. i do not blame them though, they have their own sports and call themselves "world champions". how ironic. anyways football is something close to every person`s heart. we are taught to love it from an early age and usualy we support the same teams as the person who taught us to love the game. i however shaped my own destiny, i fell in love with arsene wenger and arsenal,  i have heartbreak every time we lose to manchester united, my father`s favourite team. i put up with the laughter each and every season we do not win a cup but deep inside, a part of me dies everytime. they say time heals wounds but my wounds are cut deeper each and every time Arsenal do not win a cup.

long walk to boredom

i remember walking to school on winter mornings, ignorant to the fact that i was shaping my future. to me school was just a place where you learnt to cohabit with stuck up children who wanted nothing but to see you suffer. the only thing i enjoyed during my school days was my walk to and from school. the slow stroll that was accompanied by the occasional kicking of rocks and the deep thought that seperated me and the nature around me. i dreamt about being rich without working, having people look up to me. literaly, working hard enough to attract the girl of my dreams and lastly i dreamt of having a beard. all these dreams led to my harsh reality of being late to school and getting a routine beating everyday. eventualy my dreams faded like smoke from a cigar. it was then that my journey to school became my LONG WALK TO BOREDOM