The Art of Being Human...A Poem that aims to Remind You.

The art of being human:
It starts with being
humane,
Goes via compassion, up the valley of
love
To sip at the waters of joy and happiness,
Drenched at the straights of sadness and dispar
where patience and friendship are your only
substance.
Down we go
Homeward,
To the valley of Justice, serenity and never before
felt utter companionship and oneness
Where all who endure will not only see the light
of God
But will also see godliness in themselves
And live it out.
Call me a dreamer but that's what being a human
is.
You not just a collaboration of dust,
Failure
And lust.
Good morning my friends

PANGS OF MANHOOD

The pain of manhood is that
Although we may not
Admit it.
We man are first in knowing
The torture
The uncertainty
The heart wrecking
Soul wrenching pain
That is this thing
Called love.

These thorns are painful
But for the sake of this rose they
Protect,
This,
My fragile heart will endure them.
They do what they must
And I'll do the same

Good night my love
May your heart always be content, Always at peace:
Secure in knowing that mine longs To hold and cradle no other.
Sweet dreams dear duckling.
While you sleep and dream of beast I dare not know
I'll be busy dreaming away all your nightmares for you.

So dictates the pangs of manhood.

Ever wondered why Christ Agreed to suffer and die for you?

Ever wondered why it is that Christ agreed to come unto the earth live as man do do thirty three years and in the end allow himself to be subjected to the most unfortunate and unforgiving inhumane treatment and death ever imagined and carried out?

As is shown the Gospel, the reason for such a death was his Father's and his own personal love not just for mankind but for you who is now reading.
In Romans we are told for God so loved the world that he gave up his only begotten son to die for it.
The obvious reason the bible gives is love. In deed it is the prime reason but does it stop there.
No. The other more interesting reason for this is justice.
It is written that sin entered the world through one man and through sin we man reap death.  Romans 3:23 sums it all up in that it reminds each and every Christian that the mercy he got from Christ's death in his stead is actually undeserved. It was carried out because we who are born of Adam are by default sinful. But God being just chose that we be not wiped off the face of the earth but be first offered a fair chance and time for us to have a short  at his love and the eternal life he set for us in the beginning. More over the Devil had also sinned in that he converted Gods right to rule. So we are not the only players here.
The book of Job shows this clearly. Consider the reason behind Job's suffering. The angel Lucifer or Sameza disputes that Job is faithful for no other reason but because he knows that God protects the just against pain.
God let Lucifer try his luck to prove this and in the end Job's love for God is vindicated and the devil is proven wrong. Man can love God more his own comfort.
By leaving the comfort of heaven and living among man in perfection, Christ proved to the Devil Lucifer that Adam the perfect man could have lived perfectly had he chose to do so. In other words God's Justice towards Adam is just and indeed fair.
It also proves in our eyes that we can do it too.

In short: Christ death is more than a buy back. It shows you a way in which if u so wish you can live.
Praise Jehovah.

In point form: List of Girl habits that really tick us Guys off.

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Girls can be such an annoying bunch at times-well if not all the time. The following is a list of some of the things that make them such a bunch, here goes:

·        They all claim to be beautiful

Being not so beautiful, especially facially is one of the human condition’s most cruel occurrences. Yes through the aid of advancements in cosmetic surgery it is now possible to change your features, enhance them if you so wish such that one is able to get more pronounced buttocks, a well proportioned nose, small or big hips or what is ones fancy. Some like the South African singer/artist Mshoza have gone so far that I doubt their own mother and father recognise them anymore. The girl bleached her poor black skin until them poor pigments yielded and the body chased father Cush’s gift out of her system. The end result: a white looking who seems out of place in her own body...Oh and she seems unable to divorce her makeup artists and their kits.

Mshoza, I liked you better when you had the pigment father Cush gave us. I know you are not alone, as such I will go on and not leave out the little female-and maybe male- Mshozas out there. Your Kekesies and all them horrible bleachy face creams will not help make you any more beautiful than you either tell yourselves and feel.

 Rather stick to working at that well conditioned, cool apartment store down the corner...All will be well; you will get a good well balanced complexion that does not just end with the face and front of ear but actually goes down all over that good looking body of yours to cover not only them legs but those toy-toying toes of yours crowning the feet.

Oh and if you think you beautiful, why is it then that you seem never to cease crowding all those beauty boutiques and shops crowding the suburbs? And why do you like the beauty magazines so much.

One last question; why is it that 80% of those who suffer bulimia and its cousin psychological challenges are you, skinny otherwise beautiful girls who happen to think their mirror is playing tricks on them?

Beauty is what you think and how you feel about yourself. To feel beautiful or even to have it not matter you ought to cultivate your talents. Learn new skills and be so good that you can even earn money from them. I would like a girl who’s got all the right moves and can apply them in all the right places but things like a good education, good driving skills and well learnt and applied money moves are far more sexier than all them skinny jeans and sexy thighs put together.

·        We no longer know their hair

One of my personal major turn offs is the wick. The fake hair women of this day and age seem so determined to wear, adapt, restyle and develop and wear again till the Lord comes again. Are we ever to see the African hair: the Afro of yester year in all her glory? And what is wrong with good old blue Afrikaner girl eyes complimented by blond straight if not ashen hair? Black or white we all cry for one  thing these days: bring back the all natural African and European hair, we love the thrill it gives us when you let us play around with it...Pull it and all. You can never hope to fool around with a lady friend’s wick, let alone pull it. Never!

Oh one more thing, these wicks stink man, I would rather have you with no hair at all than these things.

If we love you with your PMPS, what then is to stop us loving you without those wicks and extensions?

·        The hugs

Ok, we all like hugs. They are nice, they remind us that we are human, we are also lovable and we also have that squishy warm fuzzy feeling that comes with hugs. But too much of a thing is dangerous and hugs are no exception.

You girls love hugging; a guy is happy, you give him a hug, a guy is sad; you give a hug, he is angry and out of touch you offer a hug, he meets another guy; you expect ‘em to hug...Enough of them already.

A good hug once a while is good enough but you can’t go around hugging me all them and all over the place. And please do not:

-Hug me when I am angry at someone (especially you). I want you near me, yes, but not that near. I do not want to hurt you.

-Hug me when I am hungry. A good ‘hallow sweety, how was work?’ is fine but a plate of good home cooked meal is much better than anything else.

-Hug me after the deed. A hug after sex is very confusing to some if not all of us. Are you saying thank you for the great session or are saying that you love me but my sex performance is so bad that you see it fit to comfort me instead of hating for wasting your time and soiling your well preserved cooky jar?

-Hug your boy if not pastor friend breast and all touching with me around. I do not want to be arrested for murder but I will if you so disrespect me this way. Stand very much far away, extend your hand and shake pastor friend hands if he so insist on body contact. Do this and we will avoid all things bloody and gruesome my dear love.

-Hug without breasts pads. No offence intended but if you are the hugging type and you are pregnant please be sure NOT to forget your breast pads. I am not the father of the baby; you need not punish me for another devil’s sins!

·        The ‘Devil at the counter’ ladies. We know getting work affords you confidence and we know that one who works with a lot of people cannot afford not being assertive but please do use it all the time. Some of us really do not deserve the hate you give us. Go on doing this and I will ask for your manager, do not blame me.

·        The makeup.

We all love a good make up (even boys I hear) but what is up with this tipoko (ghosts) we so frequently have to confront on a daily bases this days? Girls apply so much mud on their poor faces that they cannot even afford the mistake of smiling. You greet the poor face and it just looks at you-as if it just got itself a botox injection. The heart is screaming ‘Hi’ and every other compliment that comes with the word but poor girl cannot afford to carless express herself for should she ever be so bold her mud will fall away from the face she so laboriously enhanced for you.  You don’t want the results of that on your conscious.

·        The skinny jeans

Ahhh! All hail the devil of all devils who gave us such a treat. There is nothing like a confident well mannered lady in them skinny jeans and a pair of nice red little numbers for shoes. Oh dear. There is definitely something amiss with a woman in skinny jeans on stilettos: they change them. Some ugly duckling on average, every day shoe suddenly blossom into this beautiful, attractive, assertive, confident, sexy women you cannot help but yield your will to.

As is in all things, unfortunately, there are some females who simply wear this blessing all wrong and spoil the whole thing-for everyone.

You see, most skinny jeans are low cut designee trousers on the other hand; most African girls are quite well endowed when it comes to shape and curves at the right places. Unfortunately the above mentioned two gifts sometimes just do not mix well. Poor sisters love them skinny jeans so much that they at times do not seem to consider their ‘reverse gift’ when wearing them. So long as the front is covered, what is at the rear can peep over the belt and see the world all it likes. Oh the things we see!

Oh and to them white girls: please be sure your skinny jeans hug your ‘door like back side’ before you dare leave the mirror and go out the door. We love your legs but some of us man are not so sure we will not pity trouser when they try to hold on for dear life all day long-especially when you climbing up to somewhere.

Your dress or skirt is a safe bet, it is modest (well some of them), fashionable and timeless in nature. No lady friend can ever go wrong with those. Use them: you are the only creature on earth built well enough to rock ‘em hands down.

·        Show off str*+_+ch marks.

Eghmm! Ladys, these story lines are sexy but not all the time. Please be sure to wear under coats sexy enough to cover them and enhance your over all outfit all at once. Oh and do not worry, you can rock them up when we in bed or just playing round somewhere romantic: they are a huge turn on there my love. So long as you allow me to play with them.

·        They all want to be skinny.

 Go all ‘skinny diety’ on my watch you will see wonders. I will sabotage the whole thing. Feed you in your sleep if I have to! I do not want you falling sick and dying on me all because you felt I like those skinny models you envy in the magazines. We like variety, good old African/traditional built Afrikaner, Indian or mulato with a good head on her shoulders turns most of us on just fine. And we are not afraid we may break any bone here. I hear some like holding on to something during the deed-what this is I do not know. Keep your body, we love it!

I really never meant any offence, but yeah, these habits really tick me off at times. For more advice on how to dress well, please consult your mother. Otherwise feel free to let magazines like Cosmopolitan tempt you into doing all those things your mommy did your age but would never want you to know about. Here’s a link www.cosmopolitan.com . Go torture your greedy heart; enjoy!

In point form: List of Girl habits that really tick us Guys off.

www.dearjehovah.wordpress.com

Girls can be such an annoying bunch at times-well if not all the time. The following is a list of some of the things that make them such a bunch, here goes:

·        They all claim to be beautiful

Being not so beautiful, especially facially is one of the human condition’s most cruel occurrences. Yes through the aid of advancements in cosmetic surgery it is now possible to change your features, enhance them if you so wish such that one is able to get more pronounced buttocks, a well proportioned nose, small or big hips or what is ones fancy. Some like the South African singer/artist Mshoza have gone so far that I doubt their own mother and father recognise them anymore. The girl bleached her poor black skin until them poor pigments yielded and the body chased father Cush’s gift out of her system. The end result: a white looking who seems out of place in her own body...Oh and she seems unable to divorce her makeup artists and their kits.

Mshoza, I liked you better when you had the pigment father Cush gave us. I know you are not alone, as such I will go on and not leave out the little female-and maybe male- Mshozas out there. Your Kekesies and all them horrible bleachy face creams will not help make you any more beautiful than you either tell yourselves and feel.

 Rather stick to working at that well conditioned, cool apartment store down the corner...All will be well; you will get a good well balanced complexion that does not just end with the face and front of ear but actually goes down all over that good looking body of yours to cover not only them legs but those toy-toying toes of yours crowning the feet.

Oh and if you think you beautiful, why is it then that you seem never to cease crowding all those beauty boutiques and shops crowding the suburbs? And why do you like the beauty magazines so much.

One last question; why is it that 80% of those who suffer bulimia and its cousin psychological challenges are you, skinny otherwise beautiful girls who happen to think their mirror is playing tricks on them?

Beauty is what you think and how you feel about yourself. To feel beautiful or even to have it not matter you ought to cultivate your talents. Learn new skills and be so good that you can even earn money from them. I would like a girl who’s got all the right moves and can apply them in all the right places but things like a good education, good driving skills and well learnt and applied money moves are far more sexier than all them skinny jeans and sexy thighs put together.

·        We no longer know their hair

One of my personal major turn offs is the wick. The fake hair women of this day and age seem so determined to wear, adapt, restyle and develop and wear again till the Lord comes again. Are we ever to see the African hair: the Afro of yester year in all her glory? And what is wrong with good old blue Afrikaner girl eyes complimented by blond straight if not ashen hair? Black or white we all cry for one  thing these days: bring back the all natural African and European hair, we love the thrill it gives us when you let us play around with it...Pull it and all. You can never hope to fool around with a lady friend’s wick, let alone pull it. Never!

Oh one more thing, these wicks stink man, I would rather have you with no hair at all than these things.

If we love you with your PMPS, what then is to stop us loving you without those wicks and extensions?

·        The hugs

Ok, we all like hugs. They are nice, they remind us that we are human, we are also lovable and we also have that squishy warm fuzzy feeling that comes with hugs. But too much of a thing is dangerous and hugs are no exception.

You girls love hugging; a guy is happy, you give him a hug, a guy is sad; you give a hug, he is angry and out of touch you offer a hug, he meets another guy; you expect ‘em to hug...Enough of them already.

A good hug once a while is good enough but you can’t go around hugging me all them and all over the place. And please do not:

-Hug me when I am angry at someone (especially you). I want you near me, yes, but not that near. I do not want to hurt you.

-Hug me when I am hungry. A good ‘hallow sweety, how was work?’ is fine but a plate of good home cooked meal is much better than anything else.

-Hug me after the deed. A hug after sex is very confusing to some if not all of us. Are you saying thank you for the great session or are saying that you love me but my sex performance is so bad that you see it fit to comfort me instead of hating for wasting your time and soiling your well preserved cooky jar?

-Hug your boy if not pastor friend breast and all touching with me around. I do not want to be arrested for murder but I will if you so disrespect me this way. Stand very much far away, extend your hand and shake pastor friend hands if he so insist on body contact. Do this and we will avoid all things bloody and gruesome my dear love.

-Hug without breasts pads. No offence intended but if you are the hugging type and you are pregnant please be sure NOT to forget your breast pads. I am not the father of the baby; you need not punish me for another devil’s sins!

·        The ‘Devil at the counter’ ladies. We know getting work affords you confidence and we know that one who works with a lot of people cannot afford not being assertive but please do use it all the time. Some of us really do not deserve the hate you give us. Go on doing this and I will ask for your manager, do not blame me.

·        The makeup.

We all love a good make up (even boys I hear) but what is up with this tipoko (ghosts) we so frequently have to confront on a daily bases this days? Girls apply so much mud on their poor faces that they cannot even afford the mistake of smiling. You greet the poor face and it just looks at you-as if it just got itself a botox injection. The heart is screaming ‘Hi’ and every other compliment that comes with the word but poor girl cannot afford to carless express herself for should she ever be so bold her mud will fall away from the face she so laboriously enhanced for you.  You don’t want the results of that on your conscious.

·        The skinny jeans

Ahhh! All hail the devil of all devils who gave us such a treat. There is nothing like a confident well mannered lady in them skinny jeans and a pair of nice red little numbers for shoes. Oh dear. There is definitely something amiss with a woman in skinny jeans on stilettos: they change them. Some ugly duckling on average, every day shoe suddenly blossom into this beautiful, attractive, assertive, confident, sexy women you cannot help but yield your will to.

As is in all things, unfortunately, there are some females who simply wear this blessing all wrong and spoil the whole thing-for everyone.

You see, most skinny jeans are low cut designee trousers on the other hand; most African girls are quite well endowed when it comes to shape and curves at the right places. Unfortunately the above mentioned two gifts sometimes just do not mix well. Poor sisters love them skinny jeans so much that they at times do not seem to consider their ‘reverse gift’ when wearing them. So long as the front is covered, what is at the rear can peep over the belt and see the world all it likes. Oh the things we see!

Oh and to them white girls: please be sure your skinny jeans hug your ‘door like back side’ before you dare leave the mirror and go out the door. We love your legs but some of us man are not so sure we will not pity trouser when they try to hold on for dear life all day long-especially when you climbing up to somewhere.

Your dress or skirt is a safe bet, it is modest (well some of them), fashionable and timeless in nature. No lady friend can ever go wrong with those. Use them: you are the only creature on earth built well enough to rock ‘em hands down.

·        Show off str*+_+ch marks.

Eghmm! Ladys, these story lines are sexy but not all the time. Please be sure to wear under coats sexy enough to cover them and enhance your over all outfit all at once. Oh and do not worry, you can rock them up when we in bed or just playing round somewhere romantic: they are a huge turn on there my love. So long as you allow me to play with them.

·        They all want to be skinny.

 Go all ‘skinny diety’ on my watch you will see wonders. I will sabotage the whole thing. Feed you in your sleep if I have to! I do not want you falling sick and dying on me all because you felt I like those skinny models you envy in the magazines. We like variety, good old African/traditional built Afrikaner, Indian or mulato with a good head on her shoulders turns most of us on just fine. And we are not afraid we may break any bone here. I hear some like holding on to something during the deed-what this is I do not know. Keep your body, we love it!

I really never meant any offence, but yeah, these habits really tick me off at times. For more advice on how to dress well, please consult your mother. Otherwise feel free to let magazines like Cosmopolitan tempt you into doing all those things your mommy did your age but would never want you to know about. Here’s a link www.cosmopolitan.com . Go torture your greedy heart; enjoy!