TUNNEL VISION

Hope darker than the dawn of a midnight
Mourning morning at night, all dark, not even a spark of light
Still hoping that darkness spring forth a new light
Let there be light but that Genesis God lost his oral might

Hopelessness became the hope as vision gradually dies
It used to be a big dream until the dream started dropping size
Reality is real and truth never lies
But how shall we go back in time and stop the clockwise?

On a lifeboat travelling on a sea of Questions hoping to catch an answer
Doing all to revive the cells while the revival reverse the cancer
Dancing in the rain but wailer is the belly dancer
Sometimes, the truth is a disguise; At times, Life ask questions without an answer

When all hope is lost and nothing else is found
When there's no goldmine nor a thing to mine from the ground
When the desert seems to have no oasis
That time the storyline in a story life lost its synopsis

Joy comes in the morning after mourning
Test of turbulent times is only a mere warning
The rule that guides the ruler when He rules the world
In other to appreciate the value of nothing when the value of everything is everything He can afford

Light is the life at the end of a tunnel vision
Life won't value light if darkness don't delay the tunnel vision
Darkness comes in other for life to cherish the light at the tunnel vision
And at the end, light is the life that lives at the end of the tunnel vision...

_Never give up, hope is the light_

THE FEELING

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This article contains a little explicit content and if you feel it ain't good for your spirit then please, skip it

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I hate the feeling that comes
When you squeeze me on the wall
Right in the middle of the hall

I hate the feeling that comes
When you look deep into my eyes
And whisper the magic words
"I love you "

I hate the feeling that comes
When before I reply
You move your lips closer
And kiss me deeply and passionately
Until I can't breathe anymore

I hate the feeling that comes
When you squeeze my tits roughly
So painful but sweet
And I'm confused whether to cry or laugh
And stare at you with so much love
Questioning a lot in my mind

I hate the feeling that comes
When you suck my *everywhere*
And dip your hands in my somewhere
I don't know whether it feels right or wrong
But I end up cuming and moaning
At the vigorous vibration down there
Hot and so cold

I hate the feeling that comes
When you undress me and stare
I know am damn attractive
But why the long deep stares?
Why don't you control everything?
Coz for me am shy and stupid
I want it but don't
I swear I don't know

I hate the feeling that comes
When I realise all this is a dream
Or maybe an impossible fantasy
Coz far away you are
I hate it more ...
To imagine someone might be
Illegally feeding on my 'meat'
When am here starving
But what I hate most...
Is what the feeling leaves in me
I know it feels wrong
But damn! It feels right too
The FEEL-ing
@princethejournalist

WTF

If one day I forget how to love
Remember I did my best to try
And that made me cry

If one day I forget how to love
Remember the several moments I tried
Just not to give up but got tired

If one day I forget how to love
Remember someday I meant
What I spoke in my silent actions

If one day I forget how to love
Remember I was ready to fight for you
But that didn't mean I could compete for you
So I let them have you

If one day I forget how to love
Remember I didn't grow out of love
But grew out of patience
And the only option was to walk away
Maybe someday fate would change things someday

Prince-the journalist

What is LOVE?

Everytime I hear this question
Am stuck into so much tension
In two thoughts my mind divert
Coz love is a feeling of you
And how do I explain that
When my heart hurt?
You're my soul's perpetual ache

Love is a feeling of hate
Someone will say that's irony
But that's how it feels to me
They say love is accomodative
But I say love is toxicating
What is this love?

Love is a prison of self
Where you open your heart to someone
And allow them break you apart
Bravely as you watch them do so
Ouch!
Is this love?

Love is crossing someone's path
Just once in a lifetime
And thereafter crossing their mind
A million and unstoppable times
Until they think of nothing more
But you...
Is this love?

Love is when it hurts so much
To look at someone so keenly
And feel nothing but wild
And wild is never a feelin
Coz you yourself can't explain
The exact way it feels to be wild
But anyway....
That's how you feel
Is this love?

Love is horrible torture
That makes us so vulnerable
And opens our chest and heart
Allowing someone to get into us
And mess us then walk away
Is this love?

They say love must be strong
But where do you get strength
When your love turns into your weakness?
You got someone's vision in your head
But chose to ignore the faults
And don't realize you are stupid
Because love is also stupid

Love is a lier
Love is stupid
Love is crying
Love is not seeing the reality
Love is heartbreaking
And love is you
Since that's how you feel

A letter to my late dad

It’s been slightly more than 11months since I last saw you, spoke to you, touched your hand, hugged you or just sat in your presence. I miss you! I really, really miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, how you’d call me Alex the graduate (you’re still the only person who called me by that nickname). I really wish I could see you right now. I miss your words of wisdom, your sense of humour (I think you’d like my sense of humour, though I tend to be a tad cynical) and I miss the sound of your laughter.Not a day goes by when I don’t imagine what life would be like had you not died. Every situation that I find myself in (be it a family function, my matric ball) I imagine a scenario where you’re present and sharing in the happy moments.I do get to make duah for you, though. That’s something. It’s the only thing I can do, really. I also get to hold on to the memories. I get to look at photos of you. I get to be proud when people (to this very day) still talk about what a fantastic man you were. You were always there for people when they needed help and you never expected or wanted payment for helping people. Your generosity and selflessness is inspiring and unmatched.You’ve left people with a lot of good memories of you. They always mention how you made them laugh, always listened, how you always helped whoever you could with whatever you could. It gives me a feeling of warmth inside to hear these things about you and inspires me to be the kind of son you’d be proud of.I like to believe you’re watching over mommy,my brothers and me. When I dream about you, I feel happy and sad at the same time. Happy that you were in my dream and sad that it ended too soon.
I used to cry a lot in the beginning because of the void left by your death, but as I got older it got a bit easier. I still cry sometimes, but it’s easier to now laugh and smile at the memories.
Thank you, daddy. Thank you for your love. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for being a good, hard working human being who encouraged me to be the best person I can be and to do the best I can in everything I wish to achieve. Mommy always says you’re the one who motivated me when I was in primary school so she didn’t have to when I got to university. So thank you for that.
Mostly, thank you for being my father. I love you.
#RIP

Your Woman Doesn't Need Sex

It's funny how most men treat women as though they are all about sex. She wants it yes, but it's not her first priority and not her major focus in a relationship. Unless you are dating a spoilt bandit who needs deliverance, a typical woman's need is not sex. Therefore, the size of your machine gun, how many rounds you give her in bed or how much screaming she does to the disturbance of the jirani doesn't really hack it. She could have all that and still be absolutely unsatisfied. Yes there is that one bandit full of sex craving spirits who will always want you to take her to the moon and back like you work for NASA and will judge you based on your sex skill... These are the bandits who have put men under pressure to enlarge things that are just ok... Now you have a man with a large burungo and a large ego but no heart...
A real woman's need is not sex but love. In the typical sense of the matter, the two words are not synonymous, but for the sake of getting love.. Or in the hope of getting love, she is forced to give in to sex. That's no wonder someone decided to call it 'making love'... As if the essence of sex is to manufacturer love. What is love? Love is committing to a person and deciding to be there for them both when they need you and when they don't need you. Yes, even when they don't need you... because a woman will tell you "go away" when what she really means is stay right here and hold me... Women crave to be loved, to be taken care of, to be shown they are the most important person in your life, to be treated with respect and to be adored & cherished both in private and in public. That's a woman's greatest need. That's why even the good book says "love you wife"... It doesn't say "sex your wife until she screams". Love is not a feeling, it's a decision. Liking someone is a feeling, loving someone is a decision.
For a woman, making love is done very far from the bed....
Taking a walk holding hands is more important to a woman than taking her to bed. Going to the shops to admire clothes, even when you won't buy them is more important than going to bed to take off her clothes... Her sitting on your laps and watching a movie is more valuable than her siting on you and jumping up and down like she is pumping water using a hand pump... A good morning text and checking on her every so often gives her more orgasms than "going deeper papa" as though you are an African pastor.
When you understand a woman and what she really needs, you will give her more life orgasms than all that faking she does in bed, in the hope of getting what she really needs: Attention, Care and Time. That's why she doesn't get horny as fast as you because getting horny for her takes: "I love you, I miss you, you look great, what can I do for you, what do you want to eat... etc".... That's why a woman will text or call you ten minutes after dropping her from a hot steamy sex escaped. And you as a man, foolishly satisfied, start wondering "what does she want now?" Because you don't understand that all that sex didn't really mean anything if you can't talk to her and show you care... That's why she wants you to hold her all night while you sleep because that's a sign of protection for her... But being the man that you are, you ride and win the race and then leave her craving for what she really needs... Loving a woman so well gives her orgasms even when she just thinks of you  true???.......

DESPITE ALL AM A WINNER

I was born 22 years ago in given village in Vihiga county.Our family consisted of 7 members;Dad,mum and my five brothers.Was just but the third born.Since then life has been so much unfavorable due to the poor background i emerged from,I have encountered many things but never gave up because God was loyal towards my side,When i remember all i passed through some years back tears drop down my eyes. I learned in certain local primary school in our village called Mwembe primary,the school actually never performed well compared to other schools in the location.despite all this had to work hard towards my destiny.My dad was just but an office messenger in a secondary in the same village,wheres my mum was just but a house help and partly did some small scale farming.Problems were part of our daily life,Dad did all he could to sustain us and ensured something was on the table at the end of the day.His salary never exceeded five thousand per month.Lunch meal sounded strange and vision to us. After my Primary level i got 320 marks in KCPE and joined the same secondary school that my dad did work for in our village[Stanley Godia secondary school]It was a mixed school though,despite being that i was called in a provincial high school but i could not make to join because i had no enough capital to pay for my school fees.My late father clearly told me that 'Success starts with you,believe in your self,go work hard in this so called 'village school',more so put God ahead and yo will excel in Lords name'. My high school journey was not that smooth but i face a lot of given challenges but had to persevere and aim more higher.Out of my hard-work and perseverance i managed and passed my Secondary level exams.This was one of the biggest celebration at our home because i managed a direct entry to the university,something that no one in our family had ever achieved. That was start of prosperity light in our family,everybody believed that one day everything could change and we could never live the same life again.Dad had much hopes in me and all times prayed towards my destiny,at that extent life had not changed but God still had the best for us.I joined MOI UNIVERSITY to pursue LINGUISTIC,MEDIA AND COMMUNICATION.My dad partly struggled to pay for my school fees and my better upkeep in school.While in first year,my dad seriously became sick and lost his walking ability[2015-2016]Problems became worse more and more,we had no one to now morely support us as dad was the main day to day meal source and he also catered for our needs. We tried all we could to rescue his condition but all were in vain.Last year [August date 8]He died!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Gosh!After all we did my dad just left us,i couldn't believe and up to now i never believe my Dad died but what will i do,i have to believe and move on,REST IN PEACE DAD, WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND WE REALLY MISS YOU! God has been great-full to this extent and has showered blessing to our entire family,We don't live same life we did,We are a big step ahead.Thank you GOD. My main aim of writing the entire story about my life is to give someone some hope somewhere,you may be encountering more than i did but NEVER give up,always go for what you feel suites you,For every hard moment you pass through know that their is reward at the end.God is always faithful to his people and will never let you down.Even if you never got the chance of joining any given school,never give up God carries the best for you,Never compare yourself to other people,be yourself and have trust in all you do.Believe me that one day you will succeed.Your destiny will never be determined by your background,,but do what you think can make you change your past.IN GOD ALL ARE POSSIBLE, BE BLESSED. @princealexthejournalist

MARRIED IN SCHOOL BUT SINGLE AT HOME

Welcome in campus where little girls are practising 'wifely functions'! Just visit the boys' hostels and you would be disappointed to find out that it is now common for a girl to live in with a course mate.It is now common for her lover to give her the popular compliment 'you look sexy my girl' and she would gladly reply 'thank you honey' with a flirty voice and a romantic smile. Who is her lover?A Freshaa or a Second year student and they are aiming for the next best couple award of the semester. So, the girl need to live in with him to prepare along.What nonsense! It seems that some girls suddenly loose their senses immediately they gain admission in university. I've seen that some of them have no more sense of caution,honour and dignity.They would change their wardrobes and acquire a new set of make ups just to look 'campussy' and 'sexy' enough for the guys. In months, they would start sleeping around with little boys. I mean boys who collect pocket money from their fathers,mothers and uncles! Dirty boys who most of the time are infected with sexually transmitted diseases.Hey! I want you to know that you were sent to school to obtain a degree not a disease. The campus is called a school;school not sex! You are in campus to receive education not ejaculation. You are in campus to master the use of a pen not the pleasures of a penis. Wake up girl! Do some thinking. Your future is greater than the 'best couple award'.You cook for a boy you are more intelligent than.You give your virginity to a boy who will definitely leave you after graduation. You play wife to a boy who cannot even care for himself.Oh!You have given too much. Enough! Open your eyes! Can't you see you're being foolish? You are passing through the fears of unwanted pregnancies yet you are opening your legs to a coward who cannot stand before your father. When you eventually gets pregnant, he would brutally advise you to abort it and you would timidly agree; then face the consequences later. What a shame! You may master the use of condoms but you can't master the punishment of your conscience.Don't you know you are bringing shame to your family? Don't you know that you are cursing your mother by accepting to sleep with a boy (not even a man) without her consent? I cautioned a girl against sleeping around and she replied " I don't sleep around; its only one boyfriend I have and am faithful to him". What impunity! That's classified harlotry. And don't you know that sleeping with a man without your father's blessings is bringing a curse to your future? What happened to your cultural values Somewhere in your heart you know he would use you and dump you; so why are you setting up yourself for a heartbreak? I want to remind you that you are a lady and one day you may get married. And your husband would know that you are such a dirty bitch who sleeps with anything on trousers. The greatest gift a lady would give to her husband on the wedding night is her virginity unless lost it out of (rape) not the certificate of best couple of the year on campus!The other gifts for the rest of her life are her care and character not her curves and complexion! Real men know this; so, get it screwed in! Those treacherous boys would call you 'sexy' and you would answer,Oh! Sorry! They touch your breast and you would smile.They would ask you out and you would oblige? Oh!you are indeed a mistake. Am not saying that you should be rude or never live a 'social life' but I want you to think deeper than you are currently doing.I want to turn your attention back to your books.You are not in school for breast exhibition. So, pay less attention to those boobs and give more attention to your books! You are not in school for cat walking show. You are rather here to show us the dignity of womanhood. You are here to prove to us that you are costly. So, why make yourself so cheap?I am writing this with both love and pain in my heart and that's why am sounding stern. I know about two girls now that have been living with their boyfriend since year one and as it is now they can't even even count how many abortions they had for that same boy at school but it's now like a normal thing to them, the last one she did almost took her life and that made her bleed for 4 months, imagine how you do feel with ordinary 4 days of menstruation leave alone living with it for months. As a matter of fact one of them has damaged her fallopian tube due to excessive use of contraceptives she has taken to prevent pregnancy. I want you to look beyond now and think of what advise you would give your own daughter when you become a mother. I hope I have not offended you... If I have please naomba msamaha. To the decent girls I have seen on campus: do not be swayed by these evil. Be consistent and keep celebrating your purity. I am always proud of you. And God is more proud of you.