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love drug

When they say heart break only makes you stronger, that is just hokum as I found out the hard way. The reality is that it makes you come to terms with the loser that you already are and not a better person. When someone you always thought will always be there for you walks out on you, how can you move on? They were your hope, your worldly purpose and everything else that kept you sane. Please tell me, where are you supposed to move on to exactly?
This gets one thinking Love is just another marketing gimmick  just like Christmas intended to capitalize on frail hearts. When you realize how crazy you get, spinning out of control, falling heads over feet all the while craving more and more of it, like a hopeless junky to his stash of weed, hooked for life. Withdrawal from it shatters your senses reminiscing on when you were love drunk as you wallow in a nerve wrecking hangover that lasts forever.
I guess I am done with this love business, because it is not meant for me and neither is it written in stone. Everybody expects you to love and be loved but what if you are not that kind of person, is it a prerequisite? I beg to differ; love is not a daily dose for curing loneliness but a fatal remedy for concocting psychological disaster. I guess it is about time I officially went on emotional lockdown like George Clooney and stop chasing after emotional torture.
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In case you were wondering how it’s all going to end, I think I have stumbled upon the fabled Pandora’s Box. It may have no immediate connection to nuclear weapons but believe me it has a head start in the killing spree. If you are in the sub-Saharan section of the globe, there is no cause for alarm because we are technologically immune thanks to colonialism and a dose of Western imperialism.
In Kenyan alone, only about 8 million out of the 40 million people have access to the internet so the rot in the world will not eat into most of its society. We will just watch as the rest of the human civilization is wiped out, that is if the scourge of famine does not get to us first.
Acknowledgments to technology, almost every foodstuff is now either instant or ready to eat. If not your favorite instant coffee it is ready to eat spaghetti. For our grandparents, one had to be a girl and acquire exceptional skill in order for them to conquer the confines of the kitchen. Today, anyone can claim mastery in cooking given an LG microwave, some precooked ‘sossi, beef and a packet of instant chapatti rolls all from the shelf of a supermarket. Unknown to us, we are just gobbling up mammoth calories, fat laced with more fat and a pinch of industrial beef flavor to tease our tongues.
Every day on T.V, skinny Africans cry for aid from the West whose own population is nursing a serious bout of obesity that is threatening most of its teenage generation. No, I do not find it ironical because both are victims, dying. So much for civilization with its excesses and pitiful deficiencies yet we call it a dawn of knowledge instead of taking it as a wakeup call.
The myriad of gadgets and gizmos fathered by technology are laying the ultimate foundation of mankind’s deathbed. Osama (Allah rest his soul) and his henchmen have not employed their use officially but I think they have a hand in it. As the wave of technological inventions sweep across the globe, they stay safe and inactive in some mountainous remote location not to be found waiting for man to destroy himself by the Frankenstein they have created.


Large round yellow lights

Beacon the lonely nights

Taking in the lovely sights

among loud endless chatter

And muffled maimed laughter

A heavy heart’s golden hammer

Beats an even number

 

 

Severed soul soars solo,

Abandoning its troubled hollow

In the lofty heavens sweet sorrow

On fluffy fine clouds tis lain

To kiss velvet sky and feel alive again

Drinking the stars to heal the scars

I am much obliged to leave for mars

 

 

Persistent nagging pulls me back

Falling, tumbling, spinning, screaming

The battered heart helplessly crawling

Back to its bloody, bereaved abode

You can run, you can hide

And find yourself a bride

But you cannot escape your mind.