Showing posts with label in-the-moment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label in-the-moment. Show all posts

Sunday, 26 February 2012

iProcrastinate

iProcrastinate


My procrastination is in a league of its own.
I wonder… “How did I end up this zone?”

I procrastinate about sleeping, call it insomnia
Procrastinate about waking up and call it dysnia

Don’t research/read much- *points index finger* google, wiki, and encyclopedia
Can't put down that gadget and pick up a book- ah curse objectophilia!!

Don’t eat much, I'm not lazy, tis till I’m hungry. Maybe tis that anorexia
Some days, I binge, not diet. I'm no glutton or anything- it’s silly silly bulimia

Late night bottle of water, hiss (thought of the urinal), I’m not a sloth- dysuria?!
The gym? Oh that! I alternate days in nonuniform pattern- *peers reflection* “hmmm hello dystropia”

Hospitals? Despise them… Don’t judge me just yet-
I’m just keeping tabs on my hypochondria

My face and hair are a mess- but guess what? I’ve added 'megalo' to my mania.
In case you're wondering... No! I don’t suffer from MPD or dementia (yet)

Just doused in ‘I-need-to-get-a-life-ia’
Or am I forever drowning is this hereparanoia

Is this how one builds his utopia?
Or is this how one ‘racks up’ a dystopia?

Remind me.
What are we talking about?
Don’t tell me that I’ve just been hit with that I’m-ne-sia!!?

Oh!
I remember.
Twas “Procrastination-induced paranoia”

(Or is it vice versa?)

click link for some wisdom






© I A Saeed 02.2012

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Tense in Time


Play.
       Life.
             Fast forward.
                              Future.
                                       Pause.
                                                 Present.
                                                             Rewind.
                                                                           Past.
                                                                                   Stop.
                                                                                            Death.



















Aint it funny...

Nature’s irony

How Future becomes Past

As Past struggles to be recognised Present 



 





Present now anxious for continuity Present-continuous!



But upon reaching there its sights are back (to the) Future


…which is already (now) Past?!!?











Is it funny that Past is Future?


(*long silence*)





The future ‘present-ing’ the past



The past ‘present-ing’ the future



The perpetual loop. Nature’s irony.
 










 © I A Saeed 25.12.2011

Thursday, 9 February 2012

As with most men...



As with most men,
I'm only strong when there's a need.

The other times we're weak.
Weakest as can be.

But most men can’t handle ‘weakness’.
Thus they create the need.

Thence our sorry state.
Oppression which begets a duo of Attention & Fear.
Subjugation- ‘Respect’!?
Humiliation- Conceit.
Segregation- Elitism
Capitalism- ‘Charity’
Cabal (Politics & Monarchy)- all the above in totality!

As with most men... We have voids to fill.
It doesn’t matter how we desecrate Earth as we till.
We never stop until we get our fill.

Albeit, a bottomless vase is what we clinch.
Thus we guilty as sin.
Putting every all in dire pinch.

All borne out of our 'meek' weak need.

We are men??!

Within me, resides a little boy in awe of what has become of men.
An effigy he once looked forward to becoming!?

Poor lil boy. Poor lil me.


© I A Saeed  04.02.2012

Friday, 28 October 2011

Compatibility




 (Wrote this since Nov 2009… Just dusted it off... been doing that alot lately.)


"…you are everything he's not..." excerpts of a friend who had guy-problems.
The quote-in-quote INSPIRATION for this note/post. (I know I know my mind is... something else... JUST READ IT ALREADY!!)

:-p

The one important thing left out in that sentence and/or scenario is/was/is/was……… COMPATIBILITY!

That’s one thing my ‘friends’ that can’t ever be overrated.
And don’t gimme that love is blind, destiny is numb crap or fate chooses your relations but you choose your friends crap… (well… at least for now) :-)
(I am a sarcastic romantic after all aren’t I?)

The only exceptions to this rule are family, even amidst which it could still be applicable with the exception of, yours truly, the all American true blue family- we weep and we wipe all behind a wooden carcass we call a home. They’re always seemingly perfect behind that façade created by the media. But we all know the stark nude reality of the situation don’t we? Jenny Jones. Doctor Phil. Sally. Jerry Springer ..and yeah Oprah too. To name a few. :-p

In expansion… Lemme itemize the yan/gist into varying scenarios-



GF'S BF'S- it can’t work no matter how hard you try and want that person for you you yourself and you (what’s d name of that basic metaphysical greed again? Beats me! Its in a league of its own) it just CANT work! You'd always end up tripping on yaselves (and BOY would them falls give you more to worry about than frequent trips to the dentist). Let’s say you do kick it off…. How long until d binding force-field loses its clasp…. Then a simple thing as a missed call causes a raucous that would last for days… Mr Ego’s the umpire Sir Arrogance the manager… we all know what that translates to.

Statements like – “he/she/it was never my type, we never meant to be, she/he suddenly changed, the relationship died a natural death…" CMON!!!??

I always believe that its curiosity that causes our wahala…  we always wonder what or how this person differs from the other….
But that’s a thing we cant help can we? All we can do is hold a pen one hand and a pad on the other, draw squares with words by their sides all the way down the page- checklist (aka compatibility checklist :p)
OR
Just pray… and pray… and pray… And LIVE. (works wonders trust me!)





FRIENDS- One of my fav topics. Just last night I had a tête-à-tête with a GooD friend about a mutual person of interest the english dictionary might in its abrupt haste call a friend, and how he/she/it has always been there for temporal and immediate gains/benefits. Always plotting, always cunning, and “thinking” that somehow somewhat he/she/it is smarter or has some sorta hold on me/us... *laughs*
For instance… A simple gesture of a call from such a person is calculated!
If its to last 5mins then, 3.5mins goes to slimly, ‘smeagolly’ and “snakily” (not sleek, I know) tryin to fill d void, that’s ever increasing, with chit chat and hypocritical concerns on ya status quo, if not, then it'll definitely be about ‘issues’- bf,gf's if any at d mo and y not. Chit chat chit chat gulma son jin zance etc. (not that I bow/conform with em or anything :-p…… well… occasionally I do. SO?!! :-| ).
Then comes the ill-waited 1.5mins, which, mind you I’ve been looking forward to (cuz obviously i've been long nauseated by all that hypocrisy of intimacy, constancy, fidelity and loyalty… SHEEESSSHHHH!!)
“I need you to...”
“Do you by any chance...”
“Pls send me ____'s number”
“Could you please….”
“There is this….”
“Don Allah….” *smdh*

SCRATCH THAT!!


A friend compliments your every effort to the bond you are continuously developing be it financial, spiritual, moral, ‘amoral’ (jokes or not), and all the tits and bits of the social infrastructure we’ve built around us and with the so-called ‘friendship’ in the centre.

This quote says a lot about compatibility in friendship-

“Never explain: your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it.”
~Victor Grayson~

“Two may talk together under the same roof for many years, yet never really meet; and two others at first speech are old friends.”
~Mary Catherwood~





SIBLINGS-  don’t know  about other parts of the spatial and somewhat juxtaposed masses of land we fondly call earth, but here, where polygamy, divorces, and co are a norm, you'd find one person having more than 1,2,3-10 siblings from different mothers, fathers etc. Of which, definitely, there are those who are more in tune or akin with your being, personality, and needs (no matter how obtuse or acute they are! LOL).
Others are just the plain ol “YAN UBA’s” lollllz!
Don’t go reading between the lines… I’m more than good with my siblings. DON’T be fooled! They are missing moi as we speak/read/write.
:-p

POINT- you could come from the same scrotal sac, be incubated and nurtured from the same womb yet without compatibility… you's nothing but semi-identical gene pairs with a lil of mommy and daddy in each ya.


Compatibility people. Compatibility.





PARENTS- you didn't think I was gonna leave this out did ya :-). Don’t worry mine aren't on Facebook. Lol
I need say little about them, for two reasons.
One- you've already seen how i'm holding the map and where ma compass at. 

Two- I’m gonna write a piece about em later on (fingers crossed?) [already wrote it actually]

But this I can say though, they're a unique pair yet you find yourself loving one more than the other.
It’s not a crime or a sin that’s for sure.

What is it I hear in the air?
"Ccc… Ccom... Ccomp.....!"
Yeah! "Compatibility!"

One gets you WELL, the other…. Wellll let just say… he/she expects more from u… but the love is there.





CO-WORKERS/NEIGHBOURS/COURSEMATES/ROOMMATES ETC- well from now they're at your mercy cuz i haven't had the much needed depth to explore, or better yet, to paint a piece on them.(with the exception of no.3 & 4 of course.)

“A bad neighbor is as great a misfortune as a good one is a great blessing.”
~Hesiod~ (Greek poet 8th century BC)




Of course yall did notice I’ve left out d spouse section clean... That... Doesn't need a tip-tap on ma keyboard now does it!?

“It's good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”
~Toni Morrison~




On a parting note…
The only instance where opposites attract is in the field of magnetism electro and otherwise, which need I remind you, is under study….of blab la bla INANIMATE carbon blah blah blah. Not that jaded cliche we've fed for ages.


REALITY- The only instance in the real world where opposites attract is with inanimate objects which abide by one law of physics or the other be it Langevin’s, Faraday’s, some French guy, a Danish one, etc.


With the living…It’s a different ball game!



“Opposites may attract, due to one fluke or the other, but it’s the like-minded that LAST!”

~I A Saeed~









© I.A.Saeed 2011

Thursday, 27 October 2011

Love before or after?!

On a Saturday evening like any none other…
I did something different... cuz I've been overcoming my procrastination and fulfilling my ‘visitations quota’.

Tonight...
It was my siblings and, not far from them, some friends back in the 'war-college' days (aka ATBU).

Conversations sparked as usual after the pleasantries and condolences...

First topic, as usual, was Kano and its cursed traffic full of imbeciles and outlaws that brag about its lawlessness blah blah...

*oops*

Went a lil over board there didn’t I?
Sorry... Was driving went I wrote this... And... Someone... Did... This... Thing... Then honked... Then... *don't point any fingers yet, me I be warri-boy I sabi type-n-drive naaa.* :-p

Next.
Outta blue he asks-

“…ka fito 'mana' da mata ne?” Meaning “have gotten 'us' a marriage-worthy lady yet?”

Pun was surely detected in his remark...
So I retorted, as any meaningful Nigerian would-
"Have YOU?!"

We exchange 'guy-talk', within which is the inspiration for this post born.


Speaking from experience…
He starts-

"…I've ruled out dating anything younger than, (was it), 20 or 22…!?"

"….Cuz below that age they're Lady Gaga-meets-Beyonce-world-at-my-palms-feet-toe nails-and-appendages AND are too occupied with their vanity and MTV mentality to sift through and reason what's a good man- husband material and what's a great boyfriend- bragging rights."

We discuss this at length, laughing and sharing stories about ‘war-college’ blues...
A term 'October Rush' and how all those 'Jambites' (freshers) will be maxing out their Shakara-gauge dissing their mates for those a year or two ahead.

If you de final year that time, na you be baaaaaadht guy!! The thing that made us laugh, sigh, and ponder the most was word I used- validity.

Time doesn't favor any living thing for that long.
Especially girls.
Not women.
But girls.
Women... got their ish covered.

As for a guy, he is in a whole different league entirely. Lets not get into that.

The second point which REALLY was the reason I started writing this even whilst driving is...
A point we kept nodding to...

"One of the mistakes, which bring about alot of heartache, headache, and possibly heartbreak, is the fact that we tend to deviate from the doctrine set down by Islam (Religion basically) and most traditions of 'old' (they are not that old... Just made out to be cuz we're in the 21st century *deep Blondy Texan accent*)

Not the media preached one. Not one in novels... Not one akin to peer pressure… But that of old many of which resides in our beliefs and ways of life before ALLLL this. That that made sense...!


All it takes is for a couple not to let themselves love each other...

Until... AFTER they're married. Not before. But after."

Beat that!


No one said you should just random-sample the male/female population, marry them, and if there are no sparks- divorce/seperation.

NO!!

I didn't say that.

Its okay to meet someone through clean channels, get to know them...

Like them, even lust after them (unless of course something is wrong with your physiology).

But leave the 'love' bit till after wedlock.

I'm not guaranteeing that you MUST fall in love if you follow my rambles wo.
Tohm!
But think about it for a sec (or a minute even).

Would you rather have a pile of ex's, bunch of contacts, unresolved emotional and lusty issues you continue to carry till kingdom come?

Or would you rather have “…this girl/guy I was dating but didn't like so so so and so about him/her... Didn't last long neither….”

Length of time relationships take... That's another thing we broke down.

Is it just me or do relationships these days take too damn long?!!?

HABA!!

What kinda lies transpire? (Its okay if you cant help it and still wannabe with that person)
But... I've known people who are on their 11th year and counting... SERIOUSLY?!!?


It usually ends with a Hiroshima of emotional blackmail ending with ample resentment and hate.



Think of it this way...

If Mrs.B met Mr.A and they profile one another. Arrange dates (or zance as the case may be).
Like each other.
Scope one another's 'physicals' just to know what’s expected when they reach their bed of roses- lust.
Useful and curious lust.
Not that dirty one you've been thinking since I 1st mentioned the word in this write up :-p


Then continue seeing each other for no longer than necessary- say a year... holding onto love, hopes, and expectations... Then finally... Tie the knot. Letting it all out...

Be bare of emotion, sentiment, and lust (yeah the one you WERE thinking)...

Would you have not been amongst the fortunate few?

No loss. No malice. No resentment. No hate. No stereotyping. No heart and headache.


Just... "someone I met via blah blah and have come to like..."

"Why?"

"Well... cuz she/he is intelligent, religious, has a sense of humour, is hawwt etc"

To... "He/she has a great smile perfect skin nice hair great..."

*clears throat*


Or would u prefer the reversal?

Think and ponder.


Cuz our conversation on this particular topic didnt last more than 15-20mins (and I was there almost 2hrs) but the spark it lit in my head is still burning in mega watts.




What about you?


DISCLAIMER- I AINT NO CONTROL-FREAK WOOO... NOT TRYING TO CONTROL EVERY AND ALL... JUST PLAIN ANALYSIS AND 'MIND-FIDDLING' :)