Close your eyes

Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. Stop running. Let time stop with you. Open your eyes. Do u see the dust and water suspended in the air. Make a path, remove your shoes, open the door to your imagination and suddenly its a beach. Warm day, blue sea, no intruders, just you and me. Take my hand and lets go. The sand feels soft on our feet n the waves tickle our toes. You laugh. I run. Lets fly like planes making our imaginary flights. Then run in the water lyk mad men. Mad coz we are happy, just happy, like little kids. Then lets lie on the sand and enjoy the sun licking our skins. Till sunset. Now take a picture.Don't forget to put the colourful shell in your pocket, I searched far and wide for it. But now the door beckons. You've got to go. But don't worry I'll always be here, at the back of your mind. :-)

Colours in my life

Grey. Life was dull before you. A black and white picture, no need to look around. Everything seemed the same to me.


 Rainbow. I met you. Colours dazzled me and seemed to come alive with your every touch. A different colour each day. They laugh at me for never noticing them before. 


Red. You broke my heart and it bled. The shock and anger turned everything red. My eyes wanted to kill for this injustice.The rainbow's gone. You should have left me in grey.


 Blue. I'm sad. I miss you. Come back. I'll forgive you. I'll take back every word. Just make the rainbow dance again. These tears of blue threaten to drown me.


 Purple. I thought black was where I was headed but then I woke up from the hole u left me in. I shook off the sorrow and my heart was embalmed in purple silk. It soothes me and teaches me 2 look around again. It smiles. I smile.Makes me laugh sometimes,as it teaches me to be happy once more. I move on. I know I'll always love you though, for bringing colours 2 my life.

Ode to facebook

Today I decide to leave facebook. Just transfer some notes then we deactivate...

Another one of those posts....

I don’t know what to write. I have all these thoughts running around in my mind but they aren’t making a distinctive pattern so am stumped. STUMPED! STUMPED! But crazy shit happened this week. After a gruelling CAT this week, we can finally settle down and laze a bit. Yeah, Pathology, you fucked us real good. And to think I read for you- The whole bloody weekend! Missed classes because I was reading for you! Only for you! Then you decide to give me a virginal fuck! Yeah, am still sore! Don’t know whether by Monday I’ll be healed enough to sit on those cold stools in the new teaching lab, Time will tell.  

Definately more than us in our class

So the shit that happened this week all revolved round rumours. Yes, rumours. From boys! (I refuse to call the boys in my year men because they have the maturity of standard seven boys. I’m not exaggerating, I’m actually been lenient.) It’s always been a known fact that those boys gossip and will tarnish your reputation to the ground with their exaggerated stories and epic opinions with major synopses. Oh yeah. Girls may gossip but the trophy will always go to the male gender. Now what makes it even worse is that they can make up shit like they banged you, or you tried to chat him up but he refused... kind of like Easy A (love that movie)  

My goodies!

If you know me you know any dude who would say such a thing would be laughed at, literally. I can just imagine “Man, Black Ice really makes Diana horny, yaani mpaka she tried to make out with me!” “Which Diana?” “Diana Abuodha, chick who sits in the middle of class.” “Dude wacha uongo mob!”

You know why? I am the most anti-dude chick you’ll ever see in raev! Try touching me and you’ll see how I’ll react. There was a night when there was a whole group of men just trying to see who would be able to dance with me. I was so aware of that fact because the amount of laughter that came erupting whenever I brushed a dude off. 

need I say more?

So since they can’t make up stories of my alleged promiscuity, they head for one thing- my alleged alcoholism. I won’t deny, I love my drink. Again I say, I love my drink. However I can live without it. Dare me for whatever time you want and I would refrain. Easily. So in the halls(where those dorks live), my pals and I are known as true female drunkards because off course the number of drinks we take increases exponentially from one mouth to another. Recently one of my friends was told to ‘tell your friends to stop drinking so much”. First of all, I DON’T drink that much. Second, who died and made you my father? Or personal moral-o-meter? These boys really push freedom of expression, and their continuous infringement on mine! However as the wise ones once said “Small people discuss people...” Continues but that’s the most relevant part.

Wait! Just discovered I have a fappable picture! Though dudez will probably fap to anything but since those standard seven university dudes thought it was their right to such fun... Grossed me out the whole week, saddened me at how they cheapened one of my favourite pictures and finally made me laugh at how dry their sexual lives are!  

again, yes I said it!

So in a few words that’s how my week went. Planning to go for the one night stand rugby tournament today. As I have stressed to all my friends, am going for the game! The Game! Not to flirt, not to drink, but to cheer and watch a highly calculating game. Maybe I’ve been saying all this to convince myself so that I won’t give the XY species the time of day. However, I plan to have the time of my life! Wooooh!!!!!! Laterz!