To see and look away

To see and look away

To like and leave her sway

To not say not again

To keep in on the way

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‘I love you’ rings in my head

Thinking of how many times I’ve heard them

Those words, they appear in me now and again

Whether you’re here or some where

‘I love you,’ rings in my head

You were in love with me yesterday

“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me

That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday

Before We Ever Met

I saw you standing there
Standing at the edge of the dance floor
A lovely top
Right hand on your waist
The other hugging it
Your frame
The look on your face
It held my soul
You were someone to know
Before we ever met

You gave off this fragrance
One that drew me in
Like a siren, but to life
I loved you before the beginning
Before we ever met

So natural to like you
Somehow I felt your essence
That day I saw a light
It was strong and beautiful
Powerful truly
You shined through and into
You gave me something
Without my asking
Would you dance with me
I had wanted to meet you
Before we ever met

We smiled together
Laughed together
Lost in talk, time inconsequential
Your thoughts mattered, they matter
To share your heart with mine
I would that we were that way
Before we ever met

Girl Power, Equality, and A Note to My self

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?

I wanted the girl

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

Will her tummy not go back in?

He being the only one to behold and ‘appreciate’ the whole natural glory of her body, there might have been a feeling of resignation in his words, “I am stuck with the daily sight of this awesome woman whether or not she retains her shape after childbirth.”

Yet this same man, if not his wife, would likely be wanting another baby in about three years. And both their parents might ask questions if their second grandchild from the couple appears to be coming late. Three years is late already. 

The times are changing though.

But what does a man do if his wife ceases to be eye candy for him in the sense of eye candy, lust apart.

Now he doesn’t mind his wife getting fatter or fleshier (he is properly African, afterall), it’s just the protruding tummy. A little is okay, but not ‘that’ much. Yes, he knows he’s going nowhere, and that, by principle; hence, the sign of resignation in his jocular lament. 

Is there more for him to do than to encourage her nicely and out of love…. He has settled with the plot he chose to build his home in, like a real, mature, man on that front. Even if he married her for her body, he is married to her, and that counts for everything. Commitment is love.

I hope it is not that you are comparing your wife with other women. There’s no basis for comparison really: she’s the wife, so the others are not. Besides, their bodies and  histories are different. Ah, he just wants his hottie back (as if she had been away).

But what does a woman do, think, say. Particularly if ‘the one’ is almost making a fuss? Maybe he’s not.

He still likes you to look pretty that way in his eyes. Throwing tantrums like a spoilt child. He is crying over spilled milk, you don’t have to join him. Things would go from good to bad if you felt sorry and sad for what came beside that bundle of joy, your baby. And what if the fattening came by itself? Haha, the blessing of marriage. It is something to laugh about.

You have a little belly sir. I know. It’s nice, isn’t it. My wife loves to rub it. Hmm, why don’t you rub hers? …It doesn’t work both ways man. That’s like stand the earth on its head; unimaginable.

He wants you; only you. Not some other woman, however flat-bellied, tight and shapely, well-sized where it matters, fresh looking, and totally tantalising in a bikini she might look. Em, okay, I’d like think that that is true. It’s comforting at the very least.

But he looked … Haha, you would catch some men giving mannequins a second look. Not funny though, if it happens more than once. He might be trekking towards losing the plot, so a smack and a reminder might be helpful. Whack! What? “I’m helping you stay focused on what matters: me.” He has a sense of serious humour.

So some women delay marriage and childbirth because of ‘fashion.’ …. Some opt out entirely. A friend says she wants only one, for whatever reason. Many others say ‘what the heck’ and trudge on, walking barefeet and free. 

Her home is now a gym, because biology often needs help. Regardless, he’s a pillar that will always be there. Kind of like God in a way. I love you; I know it everyday.