THE KENDER BRAND

                                        PART         ONE  It's my story and I want to share it. Probably to lighten my burden and cause I deserve a fresh start.  It all started on that fateful day. My world turned, the clouds over me got dark and my thoughts got darker. Living became such a burden and my whole being yearned for vengeance. You may wonder why, wait until you hear my story. I had just returned from school. I was in primary four at that time and I knew a lot of things in History cause my History Teacher had a lovely hand writing even on the chalk board. Since I loved his artistic writing, I enjoyed every bit of the class.  It was hot outside and my heavy school bag had given me a new walking step. Sagging down to my waist, I had to constantly push my butt up to give my waist rest from the heavy load.  On my neck hung a little pen with an inscription ''Hello kitty'' written on it. My best friend had given it to me as a ''

              I sat at the edge of the the couch with my head raised up as I admired the chandelier. The center table was made of glass and it spoke class. I took my time to mentally calculate the worth of the furniture and the art work hung over the wall. My mind could not stop thinking of the strange fact that I was sitting in a stranger's house.  ''Not a complete stranger my other self quickly responded''. But that couldn't calm me down. The disagreement in my head went back and forth until he appeared again with two glasses and a bottle of wine.  I was impressed, its my favorite wine. ''How on earth did he know'' I though as he handed one of the glasses to me and poured the content of the bottle into the glass leaving it half full.  I was eager to drink it all up when Tracy 's loud voice startled me ''What if the drink is poisoned'' ''But he opened it in front of you'' Lucy qu

How does one differentiate between ambition and impatience? Generally speaking, we all know that it's nice to be ambitious (but not overly ambitious cause too much of everything they say is not good), but care has to be taken that impatience is not mistaken for ambition.  So let's quickly define the two terms so we could get a clear picture of what each talks about. Ambition  is the desire for something that usually confers distinction. Literally it is the desire to distinguish one's self from others. While impatience is the eagerness to begin a thing or to achieve something.  In both cases a desire has to be birthed. Usually a desire for something or someone as the case maybe. When desire is followed up by hard work, it could still be taken for ambition which is evident in the outcome.  But before the outcome how can one be ambitious and yet not slide into impatience.  SIGNS THAT ONE IS IMPATIENT ANXIETY: When a desire for something is embedd

She pulls his shoes, gently removes his socks and makes him lie down on the grass. He reads her a story while she lays on his chest listening attentively. She called it "couple squat" She shops with his credit card and does not only buy stuffs for herself but gets him a tie to say thank you. He hurts her and she does not pretend not to be hurt but expresses her annoyance and yet when he apologizes she forgives him. She remembers everything that was talked about at dinner and gives an accurate recap on things said. She does not stop at that, she goes ahead to give her own suggestion on how he should go about the issue.      I could go on and on recounting the events and happenings between "the pretty woman and Mr Edward and I wouldn't stop. Most of us are familiar with the movie "Pretty woman". Its quite an old movie but I recently got to watch it again and I did learn a number of things I would love to share. It beats my imagin

Sunrise, sunset. Dawning of a new day Dusk of a hectic work day Maybe work Maybe work search or nothing at all Sweat rolls from the faces of men Stranded in the heat of the African sun Pockets run dry Inflow of cash not determined Choices are made from conditions Conditions which we have no control over. To all these, hard work is the answer Life to some is a lovely view of the ocean. Bathed in golden shafts of sunrise. To some, life is a dark slippery road with no direction. Nothing is equal.  Even our fingers are not equal Some work hard all day long yet makes just a little Some work just very little and  yet make so much The unbalanced issues of life. Life is unfair says a trader Striving must continue Strive hard fellas Work hard my friends Hard work we  must pay as a sacrifice Though not being exactly the answer to all situation But hard work we must engage Our hopes are raised that one day Just one day, th

Am yet to agree on the fact that light travels faster than any other thing. I think the mind travels faster than light. The mind to me is the fastest traveler. It travels in split seconds to far distances and locations even without the owners permission. It does travel with little or no hindrances .  On a cold evening, I sat outside reading a book. I had gone through four chapters of the book so rapidly only to discoverer I couldn't exactly remember what all the chapters talked about.   (I know you'll can relate.) My mind had traveled to so many places that I  could not keep it concentrated on the book for at least 30 seconds without it wondering to another location. My eyes were reading the book but my mind was not digesting it.  Now if my mind  is very important for digesting and recollecting what has been read then I could only come to terms with the fact that the mind is very important part of a person's understanding and a weapon of creation.

How lovely when you hear the sound of his car coming into the compound every morning to take you to work. He waits for you to finish dressing up and he gladly opens the car door for his ''Queen'' to enter.  He helps you out in any way he can. He keeps the calling game on point and you don't need to worry about any heavy lifting, cause he gat your back. He is that perfect gentle man you always prayed and fantasized about.  Months or let's say weeks into this sweet romantic relationship you are seen hanging out with your female friends you abandoned when he was always there. Drinking your liquor to stupor and swearing the hell out of guys cause of a shattered emotion (Not heart). The purpose of this article (Maybe not article, but call it anything that comes to your mind) is to save you from such misery and heart break. To help you recognize the contenders in your life and weed  out the pretenders. The contenders for the purpose of this article