Under the African Sky!

The heart is the strongest part of the body,

Scientists say...

I think it’s the dumbest...the silliest!

It starts beating faster and slower at the same time

When you meet somebody who is clearly so wrong for you

And then when somebody with good intentions comes along,

It just continues to pump blood,

No rush, no blood flowing up your cheeks,

No butterflies, just blood, pumping

Beat after beat after beat after beat.

Sometimes I wish my brain was my heart

Logic, reality...ones and zeroes

So I resign myself to spending my life within a maze

Of the mysteries of this world,

The mysteries of this thing called love.

[Love is patient, love is kind; It is not jealous or conceited or proud; Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable;

Love keeps no action of wrong Love is not happy with evil, But is happy with good, Love bears all things, believes all things,

Hopes all things, endures all things – 1 Corinth 13v4-7]

Let me take you on a journey called destiny.

Mind, body and soul

[God, resonant frequency]

Radiating energy within

A vast universe of possibilities

Opportunities in abundance

With attitudes of positive thinking

Shining the light from within

Starting the fire from the core

And keep the spirit burning

Resonating out into a world called destiny

What you ought to be doing

The life that you ought to be living

What brings you face to face

With happiness and success,

Peace of mind and paradise.

 

[When you come face to face with someone whom you meet for the very first time,

and they tell you the truth, even when they have the opportunity to exploit you,

to take advantage of your ignorance- now that is love in action]

 

God made us so simple, with one simple rule;

To love one another [do unto others] as you do you.

O how we have made things so complicated!

He makes me feel the need to not breathe in air...

I'm still breathing him in,

[and that is enough...he's keeping me alive]

...and he is too much, there's no room for air.

 

He makes me feel the need to not breathe...

I'll breathe and time will start moving again.

Time will start waring away the feelings...

...the craziness...the recklessness,

and then one day you look back and you're not there anymore,

the craziness...the feelings...

all but distant memories way back in time.

 

He makes me feel the need to worry about tomorrow,

or yesterday and I don't know or feel that I'm doing the right thing.

Love...or infactuation??? You tell me...

 

He makes me feel the need to not sleep or eat,

like redbull [with an energizing potion],

that gives wings for a lifetime...you don't need rest...

He's my adrenaline rush.

[He makes me feel the need to not sleep,

I'll sleep and tomorrow I will have forgotten how he made me feel]

 

I'm breathing again...and I'm thinking I still want my white wedding,

Me in a white dress...picked fence and babies.

He may know it aint realistic, it's all a facade...

But I don't know, and it aint fair to take it away just because [He knows the truth]

So I face the wall and pray...

I face the wall and pray intensely...

because I still want him around.

 

 

I hate being a foreigner, working in another country. Everything is such a hussle, like you're some sort of criminal. From opening a bank account to getting a place to stay.And the worse thing is having to do all you can to get all these requirements, certify this and that, go from pillar to post, while trying to figure your way around a congested CBD area with streets you are obviously not familiar with.......or maybe I'm just having a bad day. Tomorrow will be better, God still Lives, I still am.