WORK; Is it Duty or Passion

Every single one of us wakes up to some motivation every day. We purpose to accomplish tasks that we have singled out as priorities or ones we’ve scheduled before hand. And each morning as we hit the showers with the echo of the songs we hum, mime or sing along to, we inwardly promise to be better persons, To build the nation and benefit the people around us— sometimes it’s just the surge of adrenaline I suppose because the moment you work through the day, the week or the year, the enthusiasm to surpass what we are expected of is inflated like a puffed up Tyre. The surge in the nerves eventually turns into pessimistic adrenaline.

Just recently, a friend rummaged my thought train. She asked “Do you remember the eagerness with which you started work? How you got scampering out of bed faster than how your alarm screamed off the bedside table?! How you dressed so flashy but appealing on first impression and Mehnnn, how you always seemed to beat the deadline compared to any one of us!!”

This was just light conversation over how everyone sort of acts weird with “kasigiri” on a first job; but those questions hit home and while she expected me to join along and echo a boisterous laugh, I Stared. Yes I did because these questions sent a message to a part of my cerebrum that had long been left to wither. Now I don’t know about you or how you would react; I wonder whether you would meditate or quickly build up your defense guard and come up with all these excuses!!

As you ponder; allow me ask. “Why do you work? What is in work for you? Do you work because you have no choice or because there is a fat paycheck at the end of the month? How do you execute your work? Are you always delegating your duties so you can sit down and catch up with snap-chat, musically and temple run or do you delve your energies into accomplishing the task together with your teammates? I could go on and on but I will leave that evaluation to you as well as myself.

This here is my whole point.

  • Accomplishing a task starts with the mind. It is a psychological process because you command your mind to not give up on you when you have to beat a deadline.
  • Secondly, every other time you feel like work has become more a duty than a passion, remember why you started; visit the archives—it always helps because aside from showing you how far you either have strayed from the path you set out to walk or what milestones you have achieved, it always puts a smile on your face, releases the tension built up within the body and unfolds the fists intended for the boss/workmate/janitor.
  • Thirdly, how about you untangle your life from procrastination?!! This is a virus that will make one miss all opportunities than saying No ever will. I mean think about all the things that have walked out of your life because of the “I will do that tomorrow syndrome”. Equally stop complaining your work robs you of your weekends or family bonding times if you push it into the weekend.

So someone is thinking… Nawachaaa…. “I have been so diligent at my work but however much I drain my energy, My boss is never appreciative even for my extra hours..” Oh yeah, how about you endure that challenge for like many others, they only come around to test our potency.

My boss usually has those times he comes around and just checks up on everybody or just asks us to have you know—those talks and as we start to throw tantrums and complaints, he emphasizes Never be at work and feel like you are working so hard and now I emphasize Don’t be at work and expect your boss to wear a smile for you 365days.

 

Read yourself some 1 peter 5:2-11

With this said, I want to wish y’all a lovely new month.. Smile more at work.. Buy some chocolates for your workmates, food houses and cafes have these endless food offers, how about you offer to treat your workmates to a hefty meal on your bill!!

Otherwise ka Jambo..

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Dear Mistress

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With a calmness only known to Venus; the goddess of beauty, she got her inked nib and scribbled what she had long wanted to say on a parchment.

Dear mistress,

I must applaud you in your conquest to take the place that is rightfully mine

In the fate that I may have the affections of my man only known to me,

You won him over

♠♠♠♠

I slide this paper into his side pocket because I know with your slithery hands,

You will find it

In monotone, I write it because I know you exist

You ask how? In what manner do I know this?

The walls have ears, they say but my walls are his sense organs

His eyes have lost the sparkle they had every other time he looked at me

His nostrils no longer etch for the lavender, peaches and daisy scents that linger around my neck and in my hair

His ears pay no more attention to my lush whispers in the night when my body aches for him

His touch is now detrimental, detached, uncaring about how i would hurt and yet unresolved

His lips do not devour my bosom anymore!!

Do I feel unappreciated? Don’t wonder much because inevitably I do

For the effort that I employ with my ball gowns, the smile I wear when we step out from our utmost into the grandeur gatherings, the interviews I sit through on how we have managed to keep the marriage going for this long

For the decor in the house with all of his best colors tailored and draped together and yet he never notices

He now walks with a bounce onward to the library feigning weariness and single mindedness

Ha-ha. I clap my hands and applaud you mistress for you have stripped me of my ego

Slowly washed my dignity, now wounded, soared and belittled it is-my little possession, my only treasure

Possibly you now have a victorious sneer or maybe you are feeling a little remorse

Perhaps you have even heard the whisper carried by the wind

No I am not wasting away; I am not heading to the black hole either– atleast not yet

I should let you know now that the affections of the man we share are dots of a past I may share with your present

Your expectations were mine then, your traps I laid in seductive solitude

If you have any ounce of courage which I presume you don’t,

Because like the mistress you are, you pay heed to when he wants to unzip his belt and quench his muscle rigidity

Have him. When you tire of him delighting in your fervor

Send him back. I will be waiting; for when I thought I was rational, I chose him a worthy mensch

When it dawns on you that you will stay hidden for a lifetime, that no fellow will accept your promiscuous history, only then will you understand what you currently read now dear mistress.

 

 Written by; 

Lady to the Aristocrat

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And when she was finished, she sat still with her veil covering her left shoulder and arm under the cedar tree and gazed afar; this tree had seen both the good and bad times; around this tree had they hidden and sought out each other, around this tree had she wept a several nights when she lost child and still around this tree had she known her husband had his Dear mistress!!

Happy Anniversary Mother

Mother♥

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Nine months down the road and Jaaja had you

She says you were chubby and jolly and truly a girl to bid her word

She says you liked to sing and read (I know now why I love to read too

She says you strived to keep the family together

And best of all, you were the only girl among her gentlemen

                                               ♣♣♣

Your first day at school was unlike the other kids

You held onto your book and pencil and walked enthusiastically

You didn’t cry but instead waved her a goodbye

She forgot to pack you break that day-No she actually didn’t pack you break because she thought the others kids would belittle you about the leftover food

None the less, that evening, like a nightingale you came singing the vowels and consonants and adding 1 to 1

School became an option when grandpa passed on but you kept hope alive

Juggling the gardens, market and school

And now the English you speak still baffles me. You keep wondering why I have a book and pen around you— Well because I always learn a new word

                                                  ♣♣♣

Fast forward, 3 lovely girls to call you mama

15 and still counting cousins that call you aunty

10 awesome uncles that will cross the ocean for you

Village tales that will sing praises about you

Challenges that did and still do deem you a victor

Sometimes I look at you and know  I want to be as strong as you are but you won’t want to hear of it because like you say “ I raised you to be stronger and smarter than I am, I raised you because I don’t want you to make the same mistakes I did, I raised you because you will make me proud”

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Should I shed a tear?

Should I count myself lucky?

Should I borrow megaphones, connect them to  amplifiers and let the whole world know you are the best thing that surely happened to me, to us?

Its high time I did, because God chose you for me

He knew only you would handle my tantrums

He knew only you would make me appreciate this gift of life we’ve been given

                                                    ♣♣♣

So apparently, I write this because its your birthday

Celebrating life, celebrating achievement, celebrating happiness

I celebrate you mum today on your sweet 22 (hahaha) aging

I was still thinking how different this one should be from the previous

And so last night, I hijacked a plane, did wire-matics and so I will be flying to you later today—hihihi

About grandchildren and your son-in-law, we shall talk privately about that and also jot down a list of what you should ask him.

He has to afford those things and arrange for the reception to be at the Louvre Pyramid.  You didn’t raise me on peanuts

                                                       ♣♣♣

Happy birthday Moma

I love you and you know that

Happy corporate aging

Ama hire a band for you as you munch on the pizza

Thank God you have a sweet tooth,I hope you have a cream tooth too, the cake is that legit

Your smile is priceless and its what i long to see today,  Joyous Anniversarie

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****Lastly, I can’t wait for your criticism on this… hihikeke and no I didn’t open up any encyclopedias

Yours truly,

Your first daughter

what you get Cynthia

The Place

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It’s just a dozen more minutes to 2am and I have my eyes glued to the telly watching “up all night, one good comedy I would recommend” and a scene catches my eye!. Within this particular episode, a couple (I can’t recollect their names) is celebrating their 8th anniversary therefore he hires out the place at which they first met in their primeness and also gets random people to do an Acapella to their favorite song-those surprise things!! You can imagine how much the wife screamed and cried and cried (those people can cry excessively also)!!  It’s actually sweet that such love stories exist, well atleast in the movies!!

I am fast getting old (precisely two decades and over) and yet I haven’t seen my parents scatter any romantic pieces or do anything I would term peculiar. Maybe I haven’t been paying much attention but even though, i wonder about their authenticity, how do they express their mutualism, if given a chance to act the way the couples do in the movies, would they??(Well I and you know, we have too many reality shows and instagram pictures to keep up with). Do they do jingle bell dances in the sitting room when the rest of the household is asleep? What do they chatter about when they sit out in the compound with cups of evening tea accompanied with mandazi, biscuits or maize? No they won’t hold hands in places that are not under the house roof, they don’t peck or even go beyond that, he is the guy with news and she is his listener and she is the girl with a  jovial character and  he will be heard bellowing like thunder over something funny. (like as though my research lecturer will want to know what I was doing to fail at my deadline).

Still in that same line of thought, I wonder if my love story would be like the ones shown in the movies or one like my parents’. I wonder if he would complement me every day, take me on those evening strolls, hold me like I am disappearing off the face of the earth, tell me all the silly jokes as we have the pillow fights , manicure my nails, go kayaking and bungee jumping (these have been on my resolution list since the napoleon days) OR would it be that he demands I keep in the house all year long, not talk to those people that have a certain social status, would he demand I cook his food with a particular amount of salt, would he doubt my interaction with all the males in my life?? Would he attempt to scold me for my ambitiousness?, would he watch the kids all night as I sleep and do me breakfast in bed(4/7 days of the week)?, would he keep on reminding me about what society  expects of me?,would he be so carnal we wouldn’t have a spiritual  connection? or would he throw around the house his smelly socks unbothered? 😦 ——- *keeps wondering.

As I keep typing this, I realize it’s not about the show; not about doing what everyone else is doing. Or about getting those likes, loves, and shares.No your story doesn’t have to be like Kim and Kanye neither does it matter if it don’t measure up to one in the Telemundo soaps— No this is not just sheer talk, it is about creating a place so comfortable for the both of you—just the two of you with no third parties (read world) interfering. I know my parents are still together this long because they actually found that place, a place comfortable for them to relate, a place where he will indirectly say he loves her but what my generation may deem  un-macho. *He probably does the best things for her that may be termed classic but are fast being extinct]. A place where the reality of dreams is stamped, a place where we are willing to try when all things seem to indicate danger, a place where we will both kneel down and find common ground in prayer.

Find your place,either in the garden,bathroom, in a foreign country, in the kitchen,in a park or in a fellowship but let it be  one that converges your differences and writes your story beautiful.

♥♥♥

With all my heart, I hope he sings as I walk down the aisle then is when I will know I found that place because I will have a tear drop at……That Place!!


P.S— I am no longer staying  up this long… The things we write after 1am!! Cheey