William Shakespeare’s Sonnet #18

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimm’d:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee

William Shakespeare’s Sonnet #18

Sweet Design


The most difficult age for any man should be between 24 and 29 years, the pressure to be something, to be someone is so immense.

When you look around you everyone seems to be doing something for themselves, people seem to be living a life you only dream of. You have applied for jobs and the results have been more disappointing than Besigye’s shot at Presidency.

Sadly this is the age when most guys lose it, the age when if not careful one is consumed by alcohol or drugs, because the disappointments become too much and you find alternative ways to face reality. Worse is when a few people you studied with have been lucky enough to land jobs, soon your circle of friends gets thinner – mostly they don’t even cut you out but you be real with yourself and cut yourself off.


Chronicles of the Asylum


Asylum is my little home in a prison. A tiny place of relaxation, fun and madness in greenlands.

Asylum is full of weird characters, I not excluded,  in a fun way. Precisely the curse of the asylum.

One step into the room and you’ve lost it. With Lenny, Louisz and Tarus as the then ‘Horrible Bosses’ everything goes ka-boom. Lenny hitting some bass-notes and flying over The Piano . (With emphasis). You’d hear him say:  congratu_f*****_lations , You don’t say….. Louisz, on the other end is literally the only guy who can make a 360º in bed and wail deep in the night. He dreams of a world where chicken would be the currency. Yeah, he is Luhya. Believe me. Then Tarus ‘Tarunyo’ , the silent killers kinds of person. An amazing poet. Lets say he treasures his bed like a throne. He was born old with the ability to choose wisdom and stupidity


Life’s Bi-Polar

“There are positive and negative aspects to everything. The breeze becomes a tornado- the ocean’s swell a tsunami- a campfire an inferno- a snowflake a blizzard- and man is no different.”
  -Alyson Noël

One of the most fascinating things about humanity is the incredible difference there is between the mindset of men and women. It oftens appears as though they come from different worlds. These differences are crystal clear especially when it comes to taking care of children.

Well life is not what is seems. Situations portray their negatives. People bear their negatives. It’s like water under the bridge.

Life Makes Me Wanna Burn Away

“Life is not what you think it is.”

I believe life is all about the ups and  downs. The mountains and the valleys. Sometimes its just full of crap, sometimes fun.

Sometimes it hurts instead. Amazing how life has challenges that bring us to the lowest pit in life. I know it sounds ironical but make a thoughtful reflection. It’s all part of shaping the hemlock tree in us to a sweet rose or maybe a beautiful dandelion in the fields. Picture life from my point of view, the optimistic view.

They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I agree, but sometimes it fuels anger, fear, REVENGE and all other. It may cause a change in a person. From personality to everything in his or her life. I  ain’t an exception neither are you. All I’m tryna say is we should take care life is not what it seems. It’s a master at projecting false impression. Take care, sniff out every situation and person.

Be yourself.


Thoughtful Reflection


It’s a bushfire in the wild,
It spreads quickly,
It’s a mosquito
Annoying but they’re family,
Carries your blood on the journey.

Non-disciminating, generous host,
“Come all, come all.”
Urging more and more visitors,
That leaves you with no ease,
A true dis-ease.

Take care,
It projects false impression,
The same way, a kiss could mean the end.

There is possible in impossible,
But when will the menace end?

Sweetest Devotion


Her voice- sweet harmony,
Her lip as true to its confession,
Her kaleidoscope eyes

Reflect a thousand images.
The body language,
Inspired choreography.
Her delicious porcelain skin,
Soothing to devour it whole,
A haven for my beaten self,
Longing to sink to its depth.