Love, Sex and Comedy

Technically speaking, currently imperfection is the new perfect in this world. If you are imperfect, you are normal. We hide behind our mistakes convincing ourselves that no one is perfect. That we all do mistakes. That we are all bond to do a miss, and not one, in our entire lives. Some of us hide our sins behind jokes, “I was only joking”. The tongue is a powerful tool in our lives, and words can either bring great life or great hurt. Joking is not a crime. Proverbs 17;22 Being cheerful keeps you healthy. It is slow death to be gloomy all the time. But also it has got its limits too. Ephesians 4;29 do not use harmful words, but only helpful words, the kind that build up and provide what is needed, so that what you say will do good to those who hear you. I have sinned, and not once, but many times, a lot. I don’t know much about you, but I know myself. Saying I’m a good person, well, that would be lying, no matter how much I want it to be true. Now take a minute to think back...

Me; The stars must be jealous of you tonight Her; Me, the stars jealous, why? Me; You are shinning brighter than them. Her; Aww!! Thank you. Me; Sorry, but can I describe you? Her; Yes, describe me. Me; Your shoes are more than a designer's work. They look like the magic ones Cinderella left on the stairs as she left the dance before midnight hit. Her; Yes, describe me. Me; Your hair lies on your head smoothly like the way a stream flows down a hill side from the top to the bottom. Her; Yes, describe me. Me; Your clothes bring out the figure in you, just like the way red petals bring out the shape of a rose flower. Her; Yes describe me. Me; Your dresscode is stunning, bright, beautiful than a peacock's feathers. Her; Yes describe me. Me; Your skin texture is soft and smooth than a  the pebbles on the shores of a lake, more of a teddybear's fur. Her; Yes, describe me. Me; Your nail polish brings out your fingers like a bright...

Knowing that one day I can never wake up and tell my wife that I’m pregnant, whether by surprise or by default, is actually not a bad thing. I don’t mean this the wrong way ladies, but knowing that I  can never endure that pain is actually a bonus for me as a man. That must be a very excruciating pain that a lady has to go through during delivery. But what if the status quo changed today? What if God decided that now men can get pregnant? Wake up tomorrow morning and start having morning sickness. You decide to go and visit your personal doctor early in the morning before signing in the office. After some tests he hits you in the face with a shocking statement, “...(John, Joseph, Charles, Jimmie, Stephen, Kelvin, Brian...) you know what, you are expectant, you are pregnant”. Try imagining yourself that nine months to come, from now, you will deliver a baby. You will have a growing bump on your body for sometime. Your weight will increase by a fraction each day. I have t...

the stars in the sky, cannot shine bright, neither can the sun, burn out the heat, for what I feel for you, fragrance of red petals, flourish my soul, whenever your thoughts, come to my mind, my greedy eyes, can't help staring at you, its your thought, that makes me want to wake up, the following day, to a new dawn, the mention of your name, makes butterflies in my stomach, your sight, makes a whole zoo, your voice, your voice? it's a whole jungle in there, I dream of a night, sleeping on my bed, at 2.00 am, when I turn to the right, only to find your lips, instead of your text, the pain of a body, can't overcome, what I have for you, I think I touched the gates, the gates of heaven, I can already imagine you, blushing to my words, with your face down, a smile, on your face, is all what I want, now this is paradise, on earth, It wouldn't hurt to share...

I was feeling very down, loss of energy and strength. The previous day I had gone to the chemist and bought some medicine. They didn’t feel like they made any change to my body but the hospital was my last option in my mind. The fee was much and I was broke by then.  It was already evening but nothing changed. It was time to swallow my ego and thought of poverty in me. I dressed up and headed out. With the fund I had in hand I couldn’t afford to pay for the fare all the way to the hospital. I walked half the journey till I got tired. The remaining half I alighted a PSV. I’m at the gate of the hospital and I’m wondering whether I really need to go to the hospital. I’m I really that sick? Will I receive any different medicine from the one I got from the chemist? I’m already at the gate why waste the energy going back empty. I pay for the consultation fee and told to wait at the entrance of the doctor’s office. The line has got about fifty people in waiting. Is there a day t...