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Dinner and conversation

extatikpoetix — Wed, 11 May 2011 12:59:02 +0000

Had an absolutely fabulous time with my mother last night as we conversed about life and matters of the heart. It is simply a blessing that I have the opportunity to enjoy such heartfelt conversations. There is definitely a God and He is represented by the life and strength that I see in my mother…There is nothing like cultivating a beautiful relationship…this garden life has me in is simply amazing!!! Love you mum…

Dinner and the Crew

extatikpoetix — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 19:24:46 +0000

Meals are such an eye-opener whenever they are shared amongst the most relevant of characters in your life. However, the same characters can bring out the worst or best. It depends on the intrinsic magnitude of the deepest darkest eating habits you choose to leave hidden in the confines of your humble abode. That said, I was utterly entertained as I wined and dined with some of the special friends I have met while in this city.

When I thought that making fun of people I knew and cared about was my way of letting them know just how relevant they were to me, I was also enlightened to acknowledge that they too feel the same way. So the night in itself was full of superfluous pomp and vigor because it had been told to us weeks in advance that we should get ready for this celebration of friendship and brother/sisterhood. I believe we are all brothers and sisters in Christ and at the same time, we have all come from different backgrounds cultures and still took time to allow none of the mundane stuff to affect the budding relationships that as they were.
If there was a camera in this particular ritzy restaurant located in the affluent intersection of Preston and Park as it went down, the definite synopsis would have been that we were well dressed hooligans who didn’t realize that there should have been some decorum at the dinner table…I call it unadulterated fellowship. We let go of the superficiality that comes with dining in the midst of affluence to give thanks to the simplicity of friendship, the dichotomy of love and the honor that is reverenced in fellowship…Rib tickling anecdotes, and the highlight being simple renditions of movies and comedies…absolutely priceless.

These are the social forums I enjoy…good food, unsurpassed company and an assortment of memories. Thank you CREW!!!!

To new beginnings…again…

extatikpoetix — Wed, 12 Jan 2011 14:51:33 +0000

Well, the secret is out and my folly has been expressed to the world. I am in the midst of yet another restructuring campaign. To topple the current governance is almost necessary to achieve the very idea of independence. But how do you gain independence from yourself? The notion of which, might I add, sounds ludicrous but yet captivating nonetheless…

So now, the journey to self preservation and procurement begins with the first call of duty, total disclosure…

Here we go…

Today is Yesterday’s blessing

extatikpoetix — Wed, 25 Aug 2010 15:08:10 +0000

If I could put my finger on the number of times that life looked so bleak, I would probably have my hands in an absolute bind. I reflected on a few occurrences lately that had me rescinding my disposition when really, they were merely the realizations that were necessary at this point in time to let me know how short this existence can seem when all we do is misappropriate the very opportunity we are blessed with.
Hitherto, the resurgence of my mortality has made me appreciate every single second that I am able to make a positive change in my somehow sedentary state of mind:

Beaten and bruised by the inability to see past the haze, a single moment seemed gruesome
Still the sense of self held my head up high and recapitulated on the necessities of years to come
With tongue in cheek I admitted to myself that I was not living the dream or so to some it may seem
Understanding my stance I have engaged in making amends and signing up with the winning team
For the tunnel was so dark and dastardly, so full of despair and detriment, engulfed I was in failure
Renewed with the passion to show the miracle I am, prepared to take on the tasks of this new tenure
Always will I be greatful to the Most High for a repeated chance to make this right and justify my accolade
Verily I say, the curve is great and maybe a little painful, but hopefully it may not cut as much as a double edged blade
With my eye on the prize, fighting the good fight and keeping the faith; I march on steadfast and inspired
Heart on my sleeve, soul of a reborn man, rebirthed in the sanctity of a redefined silhouette with renewed vigor and fire
Humbly abounding in love for my family and appreciating the torment that comes with discerning the best
I resort to staying true to this metamorphosis of a boy into the man I see myself becoming and standing up to the impending test
Beating the foes like a drum I will forever hope to claim victory over these tests and stand tall at every moment
I am now on the brink of rediscovery as I cherish this semblance of renewed commitment.

The prologue to a new chapter…

My humble apology

extatikpoetix — Tue, 24 Aug 2010 15:41:09 +0000

I am as black as the night and with the tenacity and resilience of a warrior or so I thought. I can no longer hold my head up with so much as a whimper for my load has overwhelmed me. I am ashamed that all I can manage is but a sigh. I have let you down and it seems so clear in the way you look and talk to me that I am almost a lost cause.

I cringe at the thought of your sympathy and yearn for the ability to regain my stature in your full view…yet all in all I am told to stand tall in all things. I have let your teachings slip from my lips and this has weakened my conviction. I am sorry that my hiatus has almost been my demise. I have lost myself in the search for a reality that is not real but a notion that only exists to those in the situation.
Forgive my insolence, for I alone have decimated the very statutes you had preset. I apologize for the misappropriation I have exhibited. I have decided to relinquish all I have attained for what I am ordained to be from this point moving forward…

My inability to rest easy has plagued me and now I know why. I have not been worthy of your forgiveness but you are faithful and just. I have witnessed your wonder, demanded favor and received it on multiple levels and now I vow to be careful about my appropriations.
For those I have interacted with at all levels, I appreciate the candor, patience, rebuke, the affection, the criticism, and the tough love; I thank you from the bottom of my heart…. I know I will be better person for it.

To you my Jesus, I surrender it all!!!!!!

Apathy No More

extatikpoetix — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 18:35:39 +0000

A facebook riddled contingent of curiously expectant generation that has been riddled with the lack of consideration for the future by the very confines of a leadership image that refers to us as the “future”.

Unequivocally, I have scaled through the history of our sovereignty and as the youth, we have to stand and be counted everywhere not just in Kenya. Fortunately, I am still a Kenyan to the core. The opportunity to have intermingled with other cultures has brought me to a realization that others adopt a conglomerate of many cultures while we grow up in a culture that we assume as our own until such a time that it behooves us to let go and join another bandwagon…

How is it that with the number of entrepreneurs emerging in Kenya, the very disillusioned leadership or symbol of governance cannot realize that out ideologies or not to wipe out the old guard but probably safe guard the said old guard in the future but also provide us the spark that is necessary to move forward as a whole unit.

Tribalism, nepotism and favoritism are still ruling our neck of the woods but unfortunately for my old’ folks, the youth are not playing that game anymore. We are inter marrying, doing business with one another as it should be. Now don’t misunderstand this, I am all for maintaining the necessary propagation of tribal lineage but is it necessary to warp the way we should be interacting in this day and age with mundane and archaic ideologies of a generation that could not even get us to 2010 without hints of 1992 all over again?

i am ecstatic that there are so many of us as the youth who are quietly revolting using the media and alluding to a different method of making a statement rather than looting and plundering our nation farther backwards. It honestly saddens me to hear stories of the dissension that is constantly occurring within our community every so often. I shudder to think what my kids will want to be associated with and it is because of that very notion that I would love to see a new Kenya…from top to bottom.

My hate is that our love for our country is not skin deep but concealed in our inability to set aside selfishness and move as a unit. We are our own Achilles heel if you could metaphorically say so.

Although there are many flaws as there would be with many other nations, I am in total love with my HOME!!!

Indeed, “home is where the heart is!”

I was between and betwixt when a friend challenged me to ponder on this: “Can a man be called one if he cannot take care of a home?”

Kenya is my home…have I taken care of my home????

Anecdotes of the affirmed

extatikpoetix — Tue, 11 May 2010 16:06:25 +0000

So I almost lost the zest that came with all the pomp of being hailed as a success. This stems more from the fact that those who may have appeared to call me a success were not looking at the mental fortitude and patience i displayed to achieve my accolade; rather, they did it in a mocking manner because my financial stature did not depict one who should hold such a title.

Anyhow, in the midst of my many moments of solitude, believe it or not, I have come to understand that some personalities thrive on destroying what is a small semblance of sanctity where they cannot achieve it. I however, have had all of this culminate into my very essence and only because my journey has only began. It took a long time for me to get to this point and my route is yet to lead me back to the start. The various doors I open and shut have not resulted in a loss of potential, rather the revelation of crevasses not explored and possible the beginning of pioneering ideologies yet to be inked on typical parchment.

I am an astute being albeit the constant “happy-go-lucky” persona, I have many ambitions that I am achieving slowly but surely. For the journey of a mile begins with a step and as I go forth to claim my prize and fight the good fight, my destiny can only be interrupted by my lack of motivation.

At this juncture, what am I waiting for? I am an educated, single, employed and heterosexual (hopefully an alpha male) and yet I spend great moments in solitude. It is said that ground breaking ideas and ventures are created in solitude…so I gather, if I am not declining then my escalation can only be a testament to my resilient faith in myself and in the grace and mercy from above that has seen me to this point. More so the grace and mercy from my Creator…can’t live without it…

I have got nothing but a lot of love to give…both on a Philos and Eros level…I have offered it but now I am saying try me, I dare you to!!!!

My Sky

extatikpoetix — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 03:05:49 +0000

I sat under the sky and wished upon the star, the definitive of which came from afar.
The possibility of luring the inevitable constantly causing much heartache though the promise of tomorrow is entrusted to my soul’s desire to partake.
With a breath of relief I emerge above the waves of torment
Seeking completion striving for excellence, albeit I consistently follow the torrent
The outcome unknown, the struggle intense but in reality my character shall come forth.
I laid it all on the line with my heart ahead, my cranium hurts to view north.
What else must I do to complete the inevitable through thick and thin I remain,
The result of which I await steadfastly the bain of my existence is enthralled in it all with little refrain…

The Hardest Thing

extatikpoetix — Fri, 22 Jan 2010 15:19:50 +0000

I have been earnestly requested to post this poem…so here it is:

The Hardest Thing

The hardest thing one can ever do
Is to love someone who doesn’t love you
It is painful to see, after so hard a try
That the love you give just passes her by
Harder though it is to keep on loving
When nothing is left but heartbreak and crying
More painful too is to see that that someone
Gives her love to a less deserving one
So I’m a fool to do what I do
When I think one day my dream will come true
That I will love you and maybe you will love me too.

Chance favors the prepared mind

extatikpoetix — Thu, 21 Jan 2010 19:40:32 +0000

Amazed by the conversation, enchanted by your persona

Enjoying the irresistible deviation, the norm has never been so delightfully the former

Out of the heart true sentiments carry so much weight it is magnetic

Through mental comprehension, the communication had my quagmire seeming a tad euphoric

The sky always seemed so blue and the sun so bright I constantly smiled

It took two phrases to shatter my perception and my status changed from safety to being exiled

Pandemonium encased in a state of disbelief, I tirelessly try to keep from falling through

The endlessly abyss of this cynical situation I proposed all because I chose to keep caution in full view.

Disillusioned I came to a halt; half alive and cautiously groping in the dark for an exit

My exhausted soul was warmed by the whisper of one so serene and wonderfully exquisite

In a moment’s notice, I was engulfed in arms that were definitely soaked and glazed in honey

So sweet was her voice, she could make even the most miserly of men part with their men.

Her silence was so sincere and obvious it made my notion of solitude seem so busy I had to rest

It was her affection that led me to the surface of my insufferable calamity

Her name was “Opportunity” and I am sure glad her acquaintance required little to no conformity…