20 Questions

I swear @nkirdizzle put me up to this. Yes she did. Oh she is right, we all need to ask ourselves this questions because she is the Bomb dot Com.

What did I learn last week?

· That dreams come true. To dream without fear or restrictions.

· That delayed gratification is better than anything instant.

· To fight evil with good. Not to stoop to evil’s level, slinging shit around. To be the bigger man.

· To trust and love but think independently.

· That if a guy likes you; he will do anything to find and be with you.

· That if it was meant to be it will be, just do your best to be there when it does.

· That a game without rules isn’t a game and it ain’t any fun!

What was my greatest accomplishment over the past week?

· Finally meeting Ike (The big Kahuna) and having a rather “successful” meeting with several outcomes and way forwards.

Which moment from last week was the most memorable, and why?

· Obviously having the meeting with Ike. Boy that was something J I wasn’t even a second late. I was well-dressed, polite and composed… but mostly on the outside. Nervous smitten thoughtless wreck inside.

What is the 1 thing I need to accomplish this week?

· To stop dreaming about Ike every second of every minute of the friggin’ day! I am losing my mind over this charming.

What can I do right now to make the week less stressful?

· Focus on things that can get the damn HAWT guy out of my dreams and into my life… I mean just need him out of my head so I can actually get things done. I have real responsibilities you see; work, school, a life, bills, motorbikes and dining tables to buy. I almost forgot to tell you… I went window shopping for…. Wait for it…. A MOTORBIKE!! Boy did I see things that made me want to rob a bank, immediately! Then as if fate was actually urging me on, I bumped into my future dining table.

What have I struggled with in the past that might also affect the upcoming week?

· Only Jill Scott knows what I am going though right now, “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep anymore… waiting for love to walk through the door, I wish I didn’t miss you anymore!.. More like I need the old me back; I don’t need this right now, not when I have so many important things going on. Don’t get me wrong I want to free fall and spin out of control but after the music is over someone will be needed to spin back into control, you haven’t the slightest idea how hard that can be.

What was last week’s biggest time sink?

· Stalking Ike on facebook… his photo, I am afraid is my screen saver J I nearly put it as my profile pic J but self restraint won’t let me.

Am I carrying excess baggage into the week that can be dropped?

· Huh? Did I mention how much I like Ike’s eyes, they are narrow, warm, soft, trusting, those that see through into my soul. We could just sit there and stare at each other all day long and I would have a great day still. Wah! Let’s not go the melting smile… where were we?

What have I been avoiding that needs to get done?

· This report, that report, this and that report, the then report, that planning session, those budgets, that trip home, the blogs, the follow up on pending promises… that lunch, those drinks, those job/ school applications and most importantly a Safari. (After much consideration, the SAFARI yanks top position on the priority list… that way everything else will get done, gotta take care of the body.)

What opportunities are still on the table?

· IKE!!! Tim is definitely off limits; we are not even discussing Andrew, Leonardo that is a subject I am always ready to put on the table and devour… wait a minute, what kind of opportunities are we referring to?

· There’s training opportunities all over- definitely taking advantage of those, opportunities to meet new people with great ideas, opportunities with the razor-sharp @justdes, opportunities to travel… hopefully see the world with Ike… I doubt I would see anything with his flyness beside me.

Is there anyone I’ve been meaning to talk to?

· I took things a little too far with Valentino, I was a total jerk, ruined everything with my unruly ambition to write a valentine story… oh well, spilt milk. Moving on, c’est la vie. After all, I did call to apologize and felt a lot better but then I guess that will be a no go zone for quite some time. However, V did teach me something important: Commit to commitment!

Is there anyone that deserves a big thank you?

· Yeah that, big time… dude threw me a life line! Problem is my ego is too inflated to let me… but I will do it once I go on Safari, I am a lot reasonable when out seeing the world.

How can I help someone else this coming week?

· I’m helping reverse the effects of climate change, trying even harder to find the cures for preventable blindness and trying to create a literate society. Enough said.

What are my top 3 goals for the next 3 years?

· Get married to Ike. Hilarious I know… yeah go laugh somewhere else. I am ready for love. Travel the world with Ike. Honestly, I just want to work with Ike. Learn from him. Learn with him. Have babies with him... if only they would have his eyes.

· Win the lottery. (I am targeting the Utahama Lini? promo by Nation newspaper)

· Do only the things I am passionate about.

Have any of my recent actions led me to closer to my goals?

· Did I not meet the man of my dreams? Am I not sending out the Nation house cut outs? Am I not fighting climate change?

What is the next step for each goal?

· Work hard, be brilliant, till Ike thinks, I want a wife like her!! “Now that is the mother of my children” “This hardworking sharp woman sitting right across me is my life companion” …I can literally visualize him proposing in the middle of a board meeting. “Babes, without you, saving the world is meaningless, will you forever save the world with me?” I hear him say, ring in hand atop the conference table. I being the lady, would tear up and sniff as many yeses as we need to stop climate change J and we would live happily ever after in conferences world over proposing environmentally friendly policies.

· Keep buying Nation newspaper.

· Keep saving the world with Ike, because they are both my passions.

What am I looking forward to during the upcoming week?

A date with Ike; apple pie with Ice-cream his favourites.

What are my fears?

· That life will not let me escape unscathed, that life will let me be scarred by relationships, that life will rob me of my infinite beauty, rape my innocence, fill me with bitterness and sorrow, turn me into a pessimist, corrupt the purity of my love, that life will milk the life in me dry.

What am I most grateful for?

· The gift of love, passion, compassion, trust, fidelity, loyalty, morals and ethics, laughter, humility and grace. Things both Ike and I posses and value.

If I knew I only had one week to live, who would I spend my time with?

Ike! Touring the world, making it a much better place.

Golf Vs Rugby: Fortuitous Rendezvous II

Seated beside my date; bored to tears watching other people dance, Leo walked into the hostelry alone looking sizzling hot and not to mention lost (without me I like to think). I spotted him immediately, lit up like a fireball from hell and sprung to my feet to make sure I didn’t lose him.

He hadn't spotted me and I wasn’t about to wait for him to find me in the throng of half-clad ladies-of-the-town flinging themselves at him, so I quickly asked to introduce my date to “some guy” (yeah right!!). Alas, they know each other. “Of course they know each other, bloody little neighbourhood!”, I cursed out loud. Expectedly they sat together, displacing me and started to chat the night away like little school boys, meanwhile I couldn't take my eyes off Leo’s brawny build.

My date was an estimable character; a together young man, lucid and if I may add, a teetotaler- exactly the advert I would put up for a hubby and father of my children. Nevertheless, with a body blazing with undisclosed desires; a sturdy rugby player is the only promising fire-fighter in the room not a golfer with his gentle manners and gloves in tow. Sorry golfers, just saying it like it is (forget Tiger Woods, that is on a whole new level).

As time passed the golfer was getting uncomfortable with the explicit banter between us and like the gentleman he is decided to give us some room, excused himself and started towards the gents. I wanted to stop the madness but I couldn’t; I was utterly helpless and Leo was clearly determined to ruin it for me, not that I minded much. Instead of fighting a war I knew I wouldn’t win, I involuntarily resolved to take pleasure in every fraction of every second he was gazing into my eyes, talking to me, smiling with me and being all jealous.

At that point I had moved seats; I was kissing his clean shaven head (half-bald), playfully teasing him as I whispered into his ear. I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t care my date was a little (a lot) pissed and ready to leave. I didn’t care that we might not take our vacation to Egypt as planned and I didn’t care that I would have a lot of explaining to do… ALL I CARED WAS LEO and that he was motioning to me to plant a kiss on his cheek as my date helped me into my coat.

I would have kissed him anywhere and everywhere without his asking, except that was neither the place nor the time. I would have stayed behind and enjoyed the evening some more, but too much of Leo is without a doubt the death of me. I would have let my date leave without me, except for that night he was my date. I would have stayed and put out Leo’s fire, but my house was an inferno.

I couldn’t have let my date drive me home because he would have asked what that was about and I am sure I wouldn’t have had the correct answers for him. I needed to demystify it to myself first. It goes without saying; I had to get myself a cab, that way I would drive quietly, relive the night with Leo and his evil charm.

If ever there was a passion of my life, this would be the chap. I would never get married to him though, even if he proposed on a romantic candle-lit dinner in tight rugby shorts on a spacecraft, for the simple reason that we would kill each other in passions untold HA!

...or is that what I like to think?

To be continued.

These words were mine.

After I started on this blog; about all the songs I know word for word, I had an after- thought: how lame is that, no one will ever read it, and then I got this inspired notion… all the lyrics I know by heart I know for a reason, never mind the magnitude. Some I fell in love to, some I broke my heart to, some I just memorized while others I want to play on my wedding day (If that ever happens. I took a quiz on facebook that said I’ll get hitched at forty, drat! The future is bleak.)
I always say what a hopeless-romantic I am and this article might just be the demo :D. The words in these lyrics were pulled right out of my mouth.

PS: I was too lazy to download the original lyrics so I just wrote them as they sound in my head.

This first song is how I want my husband to love me. Not that I am married or anything, though I have this WEIRD feeling that I will, one day (at forty or thereabout) to a handsome man of average height whose name will be Thompson. He will be an older man in his early 70s, hale and hearty , full of life, bursting with mirth, wise as a sage, sexy as fcuk and of Italian origin (hopefully, so I can name our daughter Italia, live in Italy and have lots of Tiramisu). How deluded I must sound :)
Give it up for, Brad Paisely with “Then” or I thought I loved you then (!?)

I remember trying not to stare the night that I first I met you/ you had me mesmerized
And three weeks later on the front poach light/ taking 45 minutes to kiss goodnight
I hadn’t told you: that I thought I loved you then

Now you are my whole life/ now you are my whole world
I just can’t believe, the way I feel about you girl
Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it’s ever been
We’ve come so far since that day and I thought I loved you then

I remember taking you back to right where I first met you/ you were so surprised
There were people around but I didn’t care/I got down on one knee right there
And once again I thought I loved you then

I can just see you with a baby on the way/ I can just see you when your hair is turning grey
What I can’t see is how I’m ever gonna love you more/ But I have said that before
We’ll look back some day at this moment that we are in and I’ll look at you and say:
And I thought I loved you then.
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At least every little girl I know has that little neighbor boy Keeve or Nash or Nazeel or Baus or Robin or Fidel who made her little heart thump fast, the one you couldn’t explain what you felt for coz they pushed you hard to the ground and ignored you all in the name of love. Yes the one you’d never admit to liking and would go to great pains to stay away from lest the entire class/ neighborhood started on the dreaded never-ending chorus “Stacy has a boyfriend”. The one who would make you run for the school bus to catch the seat next to his favorite so your hands would touch every time the driver hit the brakes.

With time these little boys grow up, Nazeel turns out to be that local drug dealer that no mother wants near their children and you wipe your brow and say “phewks, dodged bullet.” Baus being Baus and Hindu becomes very hard to relate to, what with everyone prophesying how you’ll never be married let alone live happily ever after. Inside, you’re glad he has a spine and is willing to fight for your love but slowly he folds along conventional lines and while at some far off boarding school ditches you for a certain Punjab girl. You are pleased to hear they didn’t last long.

Keeve turns out to be that asshole that sent you that ONE love letter in high school, poem in tow, professing his undying love only to hear that Madea and Lornah got copies as well, how special!

Fidel doesn’t get much of an education and ends up in the police department. You thank your lucky stars for his lack of ambition when you are charged with a DUI and he comes to your rescue. At the next ‘babes gone wild’ you offer to be the designated drunk driver. Isn’t that what friends are for?

Robin, the one who got away, matures into the typical knight in shining Armani but disappears into thin air right before you lay your hands on him, no one knows his whereabouts and neither facebook nor the obituaries can confirm his existence.
This following song captures the air around my Nash who grew up to be this genius of a guy and even though it didn’t quite work out, I like how warm and electric it feels when we meet.

Love story by Taylor Swift
…See you make your way through the crowd and say hello
Little did I know that you were Romeo
You were throwing pebbles and my daddy said stay away from Juliet
And I was crying on the staircase begging you please don’t go
And I say Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone
I’ll be waiting, all we got to do is run
You’ll be the prince and I’ll be the princess
This is a love story baibe just say yes.

I got tired of waiting wondering if you were ever coming around
My faith in you was fading, when I met you on the outskirts of town
And I said Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come
Is this in my head, I know what you’re thinking knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said
Marry me Juliet you never have to be alone I love you and that’s all I really know
I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress this is a love story baibe just say yes.
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