Showing posts from February, 2014

Girls let's talk (The Art of Seduction)

While women blame men for the sexual immorality we see so rampant these days, men blame women for leading them into it by their seduction. Men have been reprimanded so much; I think women should be cautioned also. I've discovered that many good hearted women seduce men into sleeping with them without the slightest inclination. So women, let's deal with ourselves. It is said that while women love affection, men may love sex. Women love to be appreciated, softly spoken to, touched, hugged, caressed or kissed. They love gifts and good treats. Why? Because these are supposedly signs of affection. Therefore, a woman in order to get this affection may dress skimpily, throw her body on her guy, peck, kiss without suggesting she wants sex, not knowing that these things may turn men on and get them demanding it. Truth is... 'Men think women are like men and women think men are like women', quoting a friend of mine. They both think the other party wants what they want. Women the

We'll Spoil Everything

Keep your hands off my waist And your lips far from mine Please don't be in a haste Wait until I am thine Keep your feet when we dine And your legs please don't swing Take heed lest we are drunk on wine If not, we'll spoil everything Keep your neck at it's place And your fingers by your side Let your eyes not leave my gaze To wander on my curves or tide Keep our nose bridge long and wide But that of our hearts so thin May our heads not hearts decide If not, we 'll spoil everything Keep your mind unto our talk 'Specially when we're in the sand Pick the public for our walk Lest we are tempted when we stand Let shakes not go past my hand And hugs not too long for sin To find good room to us disband If not, we'll spoil everything Touch not You can, after the ring If not We'll spoil everything ©Radiant~February 2014

Hard work vs. Head work

Your leathery hands With hairs like a wolf's And nails disfigured Remind me of a figure Like the dew of the morning Is the sweat on your body With a thick repelling perfume Of salt water and fumes Day in day out Is your hustle and bustle Your huddle and muddle Aluta continua Some sit on seats pressing keys While the surly sun kisses your bald They work with their heads You work with your hands And they spend not as much your brawn They live in big mansions You live in big cartons 'Cause you've spent not as much their brain

The Day Before Valentine

I remember those days at secondary school Hopes piled up to a mountain Girls behaving Boys repenting On those days Girls dreamt Boys didn't sleep Everyone frenzied about the morrow Waiting for surprises that began at noon night While hearts raced And minds walked People laughed And some fought All for a blessed day Coming tomorrow For some, love; for some, sorrow Known as Valentine

Dreamland- An African Woman's Wish

I'm in my dreamland I wish I don't wake It's here you look at me It's here your smile I see It's here I get your hug It's here I'm not a bug Blissful romantic tune Lost in lust, high in the moon Love life like Mills and Boon I'm so not waking up soon I'm in my dreamland If I dare wake I'll be back to dreams and bleak I'll be back to hide and seek Back to hate and dread Back to beg your bread Still in my dreamland Yet I'm wide awake