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Wednesday, October 1, 2014

The Difficulty of Saying Yes to Yourself

... it's an art.
and it is hard.
I used to constantly negate my life by beginning my sentences with, 'No, and -  but..' And maybe you do too - just that you don't notice..
What cut with my constant negation is that I kept taking little bits and pieces of my self-esteem out of my life box, ending up with a shell of who I am, who I was, who I HAD THOUGHT I was going to be.
Last year was desperate for me and you know I speak the truth, for those of you who've walked with me, or should I say STAGGERED and STUMBLED because I certainly didn't walk last year. My fine sassy, hip-swinging swagger is new, my head's now held high and my feet -  shod in boots - stomp the hot African dust and make it rise,  as I Nyakio-Walker (Not Johnny Walker) up and down Nairobi's pavements.
I'm in the YES realm. In the Yes mode, switched on and ready to GO GO GO!
It takes a lot.
Despite being told that sometimes we have to shed stuff and start all over, I found out in my dark journey that the real difficultly lay in what I had to pick up. And still have to. Yes, we get broken, yes, we fall and break into a million shattered pieces. That's okay from where I stand and in fact, it's EASY.
It's easy to let go and slide into debauchery and laziness and alcoholism and being an addict and telling the world, IT'S MY LIFE but  that's such a - (excuse my language or close your eyes or stop reading) - MINDFUCK statement. It's the same as constantly saying NO.
It's effin hard to fix that shit that you've laid down for yourself. And no matter, we all do, all of us have made our beds, looked at the made bed and decided, 'I'm not sleeping on THAT'  - and that's okay, you don't have to. But, starting over and buying new sheets - that's the tough bit.
That's where you have to start saying YES.

Start believing in yourself. Despite having horrendous images in your rear view/side mirror - images that you know YOU have caused, you still have to find the ability to say YES to yourself.
Picking up the broken pieces and glue-ing them together and starting all over, heck, don't let anyone tell you that it's easy. It's not. And to make matters worse, as you begin saying YES and putting yourself together, being positive and stepping out and purchasing glue for your parts, that's the point at which your 'friends' depart, you may have NIL support; and Halleluyah! - count on the Nay.sayers collectively joining into a huge fan club to explicitly and purposely put you BACK down, either to your face, or behind your back.
Say YES to yourself anyway.
Invest in yourself anyway. IT'S YOUR LIFE. (lol)
You ARE your best future business bet.
So, INVEST in yourself. Support yourself, begin by doing what is good for you, drop the bad habits whether it's ADDICTIONS or just a simple thing like staying up late.

Watch your language and remove the negative and minuses, unless of course, it's someone who is negating you. In that case, let them negate themselves right out of your life.
But stop negating yourself with; No, I can'ts, It's not for ME's and similar killer statements. Remember, if you were to invest eg, in ManU, and wanted to support them, you'd buy a ticket to go watch them LIVE in the UK, right? That single seat in that club costs money to sit on, and you pay THEM for seating rights. Right?
So, invest in yourself. Cheer yourself, say YES you can score, scream and shout and spend money on FAN CLUB  __________________<------- your name there. Buy yourself your own VIP SEAT.
Get it?
Don't settle for less. It's hard work but one day leads to two leads to three leads to three hundred and sixty five days which is a year.
I KNOW you've heard of the bucket and tap STORY so I won't dwell on it for too long, but yes, if you leave a bucket under a leaking tap, a drop a minute, eventually that bucket will fill. So with your moral, learn to say, YES, I can (duh, sounds so boring but it's true) and YES I WILL, and MEAN IT. Don't say Yes I can! Then mutter a few seconds later, 'aki, but how.....' and end up [al-shabbabing] yourself.
Throw out your terrorist thoughts, police your mind, and reach for the stars, after all like the poster says, there are footsteps on the moon, so whoever says the sky is the limit is a bloody liar!
Nyakio-On-Full-Throttle. If in doubt, flat out.



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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

When She Wants Sex More Than He Does



Is it possible??
That women may want sex more than men?
At first, I was going to throw this onto my Facebook profile… then I was like… No…. this needs to reach a wider range of men and women. Note: It’s not my post, it belongs to Huffington Post, so I will only add the link here and the following short paragraphs: 

Ladies, it was an eye opener for me. Like Open-Wide With Matchsticks-When-You're-Sleepy- Wide… and one of the comments was so personal – as in it’s like I wrote it – and it sent shivers down my back!! How many times have I heard men making derogatory and painful comments about women - to their face - who enjoy or adore the sex act, or who have a high sex drive?? And how often have women with lower libido's joined in and laughed at their sisters?
  • ·      Malaya
  • ·      Ho
  • ·      Can’t marry her/can't trust her
  • ·      Achana naye!!
  • ·      Irresponsible
  • ·      Loose...etc.
  •  

But this isn’t a shame article:- it’s a ‘It’s not only her/me’ article. To highlight a relationship problem. Yup, so what it boils down to is that if a woman does have a high sex drive, and her partner (and his crew) is of the thought that it’s ‘bad manners* for mama watoto’  to ask for a steamy ALL night jiggy-session…. * bad manners meaning she’s taken ‘dawa’ or ‘she’s a ho’ – then the unfortunate mama ends up thinking she’s sick, mental or insane… when in actual fact, she’s just  –  hornier than you and simply (or complicatedly) needs some good loving!!! people  -  this is a worldwide tendancy, so don’t you men say uh uh - that it doesn’t happen in Kenya/East Africa.. It does. It crosses borders, continents, gender and age -  there are men out there who really really don’t give a damn. A bang once a year is enough -  if too much, So… ladies (and interested guys)…
Click the link below and read...
tafuta matchsticks...
Psst!! While your comments will be highly appreciated, foul language will not be tolerated.

The Huffington Post  |  By Emma Gray
Posted: 05/03/2013 12:36 pm EDT  |  Updated: 05/03/2013 3:22 pm EDT


Nyakio J Munyinyi for The xPenSieve Report © January 2013

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

SEXY PUNDA


“Loving someone is not an excuse into bullying them into doing what you want them to do.”

It’s amazing how this argument does not bear credence in an environment where the average membership age is 50+, and especially when it concerns parents and their offspring…. You’ve all seen it, heated arguments between parent and ADULT offspring that ends up with both sides being offended, hurt and probably grievously wounded. 

But parent/child relationship aside, check this out:
FAMILY:
  • ·      Spouses
  • ·      Bff
  • ·      Siblings
  • ·      Lovers/ or FwB (as a friend of mine calls them…)
  • ·      Teenagers
  • (yes, teens bully their parents all the time, it’s an inbuilt mechanism that’s in all of them so they learn how to push parents away so as to gain independence….)
  • *any adult that lives under your roof.


Bullying, quiet honestly, calls for a nasty relationship – it doesn’t matter who the bully is - using love as an excuse is a pitiable pretext. And the offended party, although probably quieter,  is usually the one who is more injured. Oh, don’t take me wrong!  The bully is also injured, but it’s a different viewpoint. Theirs is a Sexy Punda ATT. Most likely, with their Rose-coloured-sunglasses they stand on a ledge above the bullshit, so they don’t really perceive the true reality of what the offended is wading in. Oh, and most likely they have a clothes peg stuck on their noses, so they can’t smell the shit either! This being the case, they usually say, “if you don’t do this my way, you can stick down there”,… now that’s really inhuman (and gross!!) isn’t it?

Refusal of their terms usually makes the bully feel ‘hurt’, the ego is prodded and they walk off in a proud huff (this is a mild case) and despite telling the world that they LOVE whoever they are aggressively pushing into their warped space pod that promises to get them to the moon in 2 seconds, they are often overheard spewing and spitting  remarks like: “huh, Let’s see if they will make it on their own!!!!”, or  “what’s wrong with that idiot/fool/ refusing to listen to ME, it’s to their detriment!!” and the worst of all, “let them fail. I won’t help them!” Pigheaded and refusing to shift from their distorted viewpoint, they remain standing alone – stubbornly- in the middle of the road when all traffic has long passed by. -  “Sexy Punda”

No wonder we as a human race are sardonic about the true meaning of LOVE.
What are friends for if they can intimidate and prod you into submission? Rather keep my enemies – at least with them I’m on full time guard. Lower that helmet and you get shot in the brain by a friend or family. And most of the time the nature of the one being bullied is usually sweeter and more generous in nature than the bully. Gosh, why am I stating the obvious??
So, if you genuinely love them, how do you get someone to do what you want them to do without practically throwing a brick at them?
Why is this article so violent?
Lmao.

NYAKIO’S ADVICE:
Answer to Question up there: Step off the ledge and wallow in the slimy stuff is one. If you can’t do that, (yes, it IS gross….) then give them a hand up and talk reasonably while still on the edge of the ledge.  Why not further down the ledge? Because that’s misleading someone. If you pull them off the ledge and turn and walk away towards relative security, they will follow you. If you stop abruptly HALFWAY and turn around, laying out rules, then it will be taken as hostile. But there, right on the edge, that is a more definitive spot that makes it clear that ‘I’ve pulled you out, now the rest is up to you’. That’s the place where you hand out your Golden Rule Book.
Note: Don’t push them back if they still refuse your terms, however irritating they may be.
(And put the brick down. Better yet, throw it into the slime…)
From the edge of the ledge, just turn around and walk away and hope + pray for their best. If they drop back into the slimy stuff, well, then, that’s a whole new (shit) game…

As Stubborn as a Sheep
I love this weather in Nairobi, it’s positively freezing… and I usually go for a walk in the evening  before sun down – just as the wind turns and becomes bitterly cold and chilly. Love it! Love it, love it… so juzi, while I was walking back, give or take a few minutes before darkness hit, I spotted, ahead of me, a man pulling at something. Couldn’t quite make out what ‘it’ was, but the man was tugging at a rope with two hands, his whole body leaning backwards in the effort it took to pull that rope. Why did the image of a sheep pop into my head? Maybe I heard the braying before I saw it.. a quarter size of the man, probably weighing about 45kg, the dumb animal had stiffened it’s legs and refused to budge. Kabisa. I didn’t know whether to laugh or help. I did neither, because as I walked closer, I saw that the man was not of a small build, but very stocky. So why couldn’t he pull his sheep? He weighed thrice tiny me. (2), it was getting darker by the second and he was headed in the opposite direction to LKW*. Nah… I shook my head.  I was of no help…
 I walked on by,  and as I did so, the sheep-puller, shouting and throwing curses, raised his closed fist in the air and proceeded to wallop the animal with a …. Sisal rope…
I burst out laughing.  Was he serious? A sheep - feeling pain?
Hahahahahahaha!!

Two quick thoughts flew into my head.
A. No wonder JC called us humans ‘sheep’. Stubborn. Refusing to move. Small and tirelessly obstinate, people and family are so irritating when it comes to them not seeing your point of view. Not knowing who the boss is.
B. That sheep feel no ‘pain’ as we perceive pain. Horses do, dogs do, maybe cows do, (scratch head)- but Sheep? Covered in a BLANKET of Wool? Hitting with A sisal rope?? Lmao.
Seriously…..
The third thought was the genesis of this article.

Cabbages and Carrots
Question: How do you get a stubborn person into your space-pod? You have extended your hand, they are out of the slime and  are on the ledge, but not yet inside the confines of your flying shiny space-craft that will whizz them into a brighter future.
Answer:  first by understanding that your concept of pain and aggression is not shared by them. You see persuasion. They see something entirely different and will not budge. You will drive yourself into a Sexy Punda catatonic fit by trying to bully your ___________ to see things your way. You’re not a Slave Trader, talented with how to flick your wrist and swing a whip, so flogging anyone into submission shouldn’t flitter through your mind as a viable option.
Plus you will turn them away, sometimes just emotionally and when they can, 8/10, physically. They move away from you. The 2 that are left are plotting your death.
Lmao.

 My final Question: How would my sheep-puller have gotten the silly sheep to follow him without him pushing, pulling, prodding , picking up and carrying or thrashing (both physically and vocally)  the poor animal into moving?
If you do come up with an honest answer for that, land the answer in the reply box below.



Note: The answer will speak volumes on behalf of your Potential to becoming a Non-Bully.
I had thought ‘incentive’ - the proverbial ‘carrot on a stick’, but because this is a sheep, maybe a cabbage leaf would work better….
Using sheep as a really poor example, would it work for us humans?
Maybe it will work in your situation…. Dangle an incentive. You love them, or so you say. So think hard… what type of incentive? Carrots or cabbages?
If this still doesn’t work, then again, walk away… because people aren’t  sheep.


*LKW - Lord knows where.


NYAKIO MUNYINYI-OKALLO © MAY 2013
for The XpenSieve Report