AFTERLIFE

Life in its infinite ways gives you a kick, shove, slap or even a run for your money. It wakens you to the trueness of your calling. Though, we really can’t pin-point our reason for being on earth, yet we run this race with a determination to make it worthwhile.  It’s funny when you sit to think about the pleasures, the pain and the wants and realizing when death comes, you’ll take it nowhere.

Now death, another phase to face; what happens in the afterlife? Why can’t we take what we have acquired here on earth with us to the afterlife? Why would our body decay? And if it’s true our soul will remain alive, why can’t we connect with others soul while on earth? Why is it we know nothing of what happens when we sleep? Is sleep not a temporary death? why can't we know how it feels to leave our body before death?

So many questions and no answers! It reminds me of the first… where, what and why can’t I remember stuffs that happened when I was in the womb of my mum? Why can’t I remember all the naughty, nasty and funny things I did as a baby? I have the feeling I reincarnated but if I did, why I can’t I have a glimpse of what happened before?

Now, with all this questions of no answers, why should I believe that when I DIE, there is a life after?

Enigma!

In this strange ship called life, many shores have been abducted and cities invaded. Loots spoiled and humans raped; off sensuality and sensibility. In it, I sail like a lone ranger, with my one eye patch searching for the right turn. While at it, I conquer and rape. Gaining more strength and skills to take me to the end of the ocean, an end I can only envisage would speak of my tribulation and successes.  No! My one eye isn’t a default, it was acquired in war; the war of confidence. It was plucked out by sincerity and trust. I believed in them so much and ran into a trap they set for me. Yes! I wear the patch as a reminder that I’m a lone ranger.

Like a pirate, my love for red and black makes a good camouflage against the earth. Blue gives me warmth that the sun refuses to give. Now,  I stand tall with my sword always ready for battle and the funny thing? No one dares to fight me. Yes! They try to come close, but I give them the sneer that says ‘am a lion and a koala’ lovable and dangerous. I’m the tides on the ocean, wicked and deadly and then like the sea, calm and inviting. The mystery a good one, for it keeps you at arm’s length, aware of my dagger and my softness – aware of my poison and my gift. You can’t help to love me and hate me all at the same time.

I’m the Enigma, the search for the mystic, the unknown but known, the difference with no certainty, the bridge with no stairway. I am the hide and the exposure, the sun and the moon. Killing and making. As gentle as a rabbit and as fierce as a tiger; Yes! I am fun and danger. Flow with care and reach the banks of knowledge, love with sincerity and fight with no fear. Then you’ll understand the mystery behind me!

Enigma… the beginning of where it ends!

Red District

Life seems good when you a step ahead of someone

But you hate the step in front of you

When the truth is spoken we hide under a lie

Cause lies we can’t bear but the truth pierce deep

Sharp like a roman sword, digging deep into the heart

A woman is priceless only if she honors her ‘hood’

Many shall seek the juice pot with sincere lust

But when taken, they seek yet another

If well preserved, they see the best in you

But there comes a few many men

Who think with only their pendulum!

These men would act to understand when still in tune

But when out of it, you know the trueness of their feelings

Men who want nothing but a taste never gives the best

Friendship don’t end in the bed with real men

They know you for your good and your bad

Not just the pleasures you give

But ma bad, most men are like the negative I preach

So maybe in this country… they are the real men!

God help all women from the lies and cheats called MEN!

Cause even them now feel it’s part of manhood.