About the cycles of life and living with everything in between.
History made society; society makes history.
Kith and kin and clan, that’s society.
We’ve come to half the year
We’re still here
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there
Hell wanted me prey
Like she knew nowhere to stay
But she had to fail
For mine was not her place
We’ve come to half the year
Tomorrow is blessed
Not by might or strength
It’s because you’re there
Thank you, thank you
I have a say
Thank you, thank you
‘Made a way
It’s because you’re there
It’s because you’re there
I commit to have with you only
Oneness
Of spirit and soul and body
Oneness
Of living
Oneness
Of life
Oneness
Of possession
Oneness
Of fellowship
Oneness
If you would have me similarly
And so choose to marry me
We’ll seal it before the Spirit
By our word and our heart
There was when I wanted her
I called it love
And so I thought
There was when I lost her
She called it love
And so she thought
There was when it didn’t matter
We called it love
And so we thought
Thank you for having my back
And for getting me back from bad
When I made foolishness for friend
Seeing differently by prejudice
I’m still grateful with my history and upbringing
Now I laugh
Not just within
There’s a grin
I’m relaxing in a bath
Who could tell how this would end
Well, it ended well
Thank You for having my back
And for leading me into bliss
You’re helping me make my fate
It’s a good way
For the medley in May
I am grateful
April with its bloom and fruit
And the sweet smell of a flower
I am Grateful for the gifts that came with her
A new day
A new dawn
At the end I felt high
Anticipation for the month that’s come
Grateful, I am.
How much more is there to #girlpower than #hipsdontlie? That’s what all these things you do tell me. But you can accuse me of having a narrow point of view, still.
What do you really mean to say? That you’re confident in yourself and abilities; that you have that dignity that is becoming of a human being regardless of wealth, sex, or status; that you enjoy your femininity without needing to ‘flaunt’ it, happy in your own skin…
To compare yourselves with men in the typical fashion that you do is not wise. There is no basis for comparison. You are different. You have uncommon grounds. But you are equal in dignity … .
A good way is this: if women’s’ golf brings in more money than men’s, women should earn more. That is justice. As you ask for equal treatment from the organisers, ask from the fans too — and for more fans. Move the market better; earn it; play fair; grow.
There is nothing wrong with ‘inequality’; nothing unjust about it. It’s just the norm in nature. What you might want is fair play and your dignity untrampled.
Why complain about inequality; give a clear principled reason for better treatment, and potentially expose insanities.
Emotional driven justice is not just by nature. Statistics driven justice is not just by nature.
They say that it is unjust to pay a man for more than, or less than, the value of the work done. But if you pay more, that is better: industry revenues and norms, owner benevolence, some special arrangement like profit sharing etc are reasons to pay more. How can you justify paying less?
Again, what do you mean by girl power? Is it about the fact that hips don’t lie?
Did losing the battle mean winning the war? Or was it just a loss on the way to the victory that ended all battles.
One example of the former:
The fight was real but it was at the same time contrived to ensure the victory that sealed the fate of all, according to their choices. God in His wisdom provided a quasi Trojan horse solution to the desire of man for the otherwise unattainable true nirvana.
Today is indeed a good (Fri)day: we commemorate the battle that won the war; the battle where the Protagonist died. “It is finished,” He said. And it was so. And He came back alive!
Happy holidays.
Ogbeide
I wanted the girl
She was a bird
She would have no perch
For more than a third
I wanted the bird
‘Go with her where she went
To perch anywhere
There to make our nest
I wanted the girl
Smart lioness princess
Let me be your den
And make your soul my rest
I wanted the bird
With me for all our years
Her only perch
Where she made her best
I wanted the girl
She would not rest
She had not let herself
Make our I’s disappear
I wanted the bird
She has the eagles’ crest
‘Made us a pair
And? We’re just friends
Life goes more than breasts
We are creatures of the air
Ethereal
I wanted the girl
