Update from Qudus' blog

Dec 31, 2008


i dance what i feel-i feel what i dance, i dance to fulfill a need and quench a thirst for life, to live is like fleeing from one question to the other. HELL is cobbled with good intention, suffering and joy normal winds of life. I trust in my wings my answers are floating in my wind.

I like what I write cos I write what I like, I write when I most feel it become indispensable for me to let out my personal frustration, I don't get personal on the public dance floor and neither am I a coward that will go seek a hand in marriage and run back for his 
parents to arrange the marriage rites. 
I feel what I write cos I write what I feel, I feel it, when it is time to scream it out to the guy 
who got the mouth odor, yet claim to have the right to have a smelly mouth, but he forgot that, from the moment or rather before the moment his mouth odor diffuse and affect the space at which we all share, from that moment I also have the right to either urge him, force him, cajole him, toast him or do whatever I'm capable of, to make him go wash his smelly mouth. 
I write what I think, I think what I write, my words are exact, underlined with truth, backed with intelligence and wide open to criticism at both ends. Its my truth, its not necessarily 
the truth. Its my truth so I'll defend it. If you like, you hate me for it, if you like, you kill me for it, I'll however be remembered for the values I defended. 
I know what I write, and I write what I know, I know what affects our societies today is the absence of air where it smells real bad, I know that the oppresed guy like back doors and escape routes... I know that the powerful, like the stupid one, has endless time, whether we whine, howl, beg, weep, cajole, pray or curse - he listens. He is just a big ear minus a sympathetic and meditative nervous system, and nothing touches him but the TRUTH. 

My blog has with time mutated into a space where I carefully chip in my thoughts about everything. Its an open gossip. Its a private part that challenges the public arena. I see myself pack a handful of sand amidst this endless desert, poured it all into the air, as small as 
my palms may seem, the sand still arrives at struggling the atmosphere with the bad odor, it rained down in dust particles, It touched everyone close to the space I occupy. Some smiled over it and took it all for fun but others dwelled over the dust as if they have no hands to dust away dusts.
If words can be weighed on a scale, mine weigh a ton, its velocity is speed over time, to every note i blog, I leave room for an equal and opposite reaction. If you have issues with me, tell me, don't tell my friends, If you feel threatened by my own version of the truth, get over it and let life pass through you, today its my blog and facebook, yesterday it was hi5 so 
tomorrow life goes on, only if change has seized from being the only permanent element in life.

Youth is when you're allowed to stay up late on New Year's Eve. Middle age is when you're forced to. An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves. Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, 
with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.
The Old Year has gone. Let the dead past bury its own dead. The New Year has taken possession of the clock of time. All hail the duties and possibilities of the coming twelve months! My best of wishes for you is to keep living those beautiful moment and making up for all the left overs of 2008, while 2009 brag in with a whole new promise. Wishing you an excessively Happy new year and a bright future.

A big "Thank You" to each and every one of you, for the huge impact you had on my life this year. Especially for all the support, comments and e-mails I received, without you, I'm sure that 2008 would have been extremely long and boring.
And to those who have found someone special, you need a glue
To those who need money, get more PT jobs to aid your finances overflow
To those who need caring, may you find a good heart
To those who need friends, stay off fake-books and go meet people in the real world
To those who need life, get personal with GOD.

Qd dey HAIL all ya.