Hello…. I know it’s the worst time to drop a call….. But where did we leave off? Oh yes, the legs That massage The rubbing, the kneading The warmth by the constant motion of the hands Cooled by the mouth encased ice An icy tongue adding to that growing sensation Working its way ever so slowly Up up and then still up
What now seems ages ago, democracy was the preeminent theory bandied about the world? States were thrown in chaos when strong leaders not viewed as democrats were toppled through intervention of foreign nations. The power vacuum allowed for the rise of a new string of leaders. Those who favored wealth over power, who viewed their positions as a platform to open up and fatten a Swiss bank account, never afraid that their governments would lose the favor of the people because come to think of it, what would the people do. The power vacuum also allowed for the empowerment of the youths. The Youth through sheer necessity became entrusted with the protection of the liberties promised by democracy. Having nothing to loose by non involvement because they already bore the brunt of the mismanagement of their countries, and nothing to gain because their future remained insecure with nothing to look forward to, but more debts and a broken country, always the scapegoat for deteriorating standards in a country and always the first to stand up and be counted when they find cause to reverse the debilitating trend. Millions of such youth have lost their lives from as far apart as China and Sierra Leone, and now at the most unlikely of times there is a threat that thousands more are about to loose their lives in the pursuit of democracy, then one wonders, How many lives are worth the establishment and protection of democracy, especially when those lives that are lost are the viable segment of society integral to any strides made in the development of a country.
It is how we feel when all our desires from the basest needs to the highest wants the desire for acceptance, importance the need to matter the need for safety and companionship are met all at the same time.
It is how we feel when someone always seems to stroke our ego make us feel most important be the one to whom we can narrate our accomplishment without boast and in whose accomplishment we can share without guilt
It is how we feel about someone who we relate to be the mighty lioness capable of protecting the cubs the dexterous gardener cultivating the sweet smelling rose garden
It is a hand to hold while skipping down the street a mind to pick and share ideas with, without always been defensive
It is someone Whose name denotes a smile because you're always doing exactly that when your memory is touched by her presence and much more so when the other senses bear witness to what the mind has been feeling all the time Someone to whom you can give your best friend's seat without a moment's hesitation from you or him
It is near and dear Hard to find and harder still to keep
As we celebrate our golden anniversary I am reminded of why you are always beautiful to me. In my mind is a perfect picture of you frozen in time The pretty little girl, super sweet, brazenly beautiful and exceptionally intelligent The one I fell in love with what now seems to be several lifetimes ago. The calm voice that has never taken a break from counseling me The presence that seems to be permeate all the memorable moments in my life The great benefactor that has provided me with the best gifts in life (our kids)… To us…may our memories magnify our joys…
Love still stands when all else has fallen two inches or ten finger size or hand when feeling goes away mini me stands up to be counted the thrusts start shallow and seem never ending then the pace picks up with everything my voice and yours a testimony themed call and response The bed squeaks the walls groan only time will tell how me drowning in my sorrows and you swallowing your pain whole will lead to a dis remembering of what was once a beautiful duo of you and I Such is the nature of the breakup sex.
If sounds had a meaning, moans would be the most beautiful language Reserved for those moments when everything goes right. when those little touches and gestures all day long are but foreplay for the grand event subsequent union coming as no surprise the oil, lingerie and whipped cream all but props for the occasion one that can best be described by moans and groans, slow and aplenty that masks the gyrates and slow slides made more pleasurable by the lineal alignments of all the erogenous regions the mouth a power station transmitting those sparks of electricity to first one lip, then the other, behind the ear, then the neck and inevitably when all that's left is ecstasy, my name and your moans that is when we get the nature of the special sex
Witness accounts are always questionable because our personal prejudices are brought to bear upon what our actual experiences are so let me start with a disclaimer; the accounts that I talk about are only those that can be substantiated from different media agencies.
Over the course of the day on Monday March 16, 2009, I had various calls asking whether I knew about the situation in Sierra Leone. Having learnt never to trust one media outlet for information that I need, I did a search on all the major competitive news agencies out there and gleaned a lot of information concerning the present situation.
These are the fundamental facts; there is huge tension between the two major parties in Sierra Leone. These tensions heightened to a point where there have been skirmishes between the supporters of both parties. The violent atrocities have been centered around the central office of the headquarters of the opposition party. These have led to a lot of people been injured and a few reportedly raped in the center of the capital city in Sierra Leone.
In consideration of the above facts, how do I balance the concern I have for my country with the damage that would be done by unnecessarily exaggerating minor riots that may have occurred. My rationale for writing is that the damage has already been done, the news is already out there and I am just commenting on it. For those who think I have been misled into drafting this then I apologize for the distress this may cause here but my apology does not extend to any of the contents herein.
I am just now getting accustomed to the people who recognize where I come from as the place wherethere are lots of diamonds and not the place that could lay strong claims on been the place that hosted the most atrocious and inhuman civil war in recent history. I am just getting to know young Sierra Leoneans full of hope who make up their mind that their place is to be in Sierra Leone where the development is needed and where our contributions are vital. Can we honestly continue to be persuasive with the tension between the two major parties in our political climate that practices the two party systems. Can we tell our aunts, cousins, nieces and friends that they should visit Sierra Leone and enjoy our culture when the government has shut its ear to violence against women (http://www.opcofamerica.org/letters-to-countries/sierra-leone-february-23-2009.html )
This gets me to the point where I believe I owe everyone an apology. I have always fervently believed that the one party system when it was instituted in our country was not much of a changeon the political climate as all the politicians just transferred their allegiance and jumped on the bandwagon of that ruling party. I was mistaken. Even though I still believe that the same people who were forerunners in the one party system are the same ones controlling the politics of our nation, I now have woken up to the fact that the climate under a one party system can and should never be realized under a two party system in Sierra leone especially when one of those parties suffers from such insecurity as to formulate its manifesto towards eradicating the influences and even the existence of the other party. Our parents are always trying to prevent us from been sore losers or bullies but somehow some politicians have failed to learn those values.
Therein lies our first conundrum. As much as we believe that the blame for our rapid decline in economic and developmental status, the reason for the unveiling of our civil conflict that cost us so dearly and the continued stagnation of our country in its period of abject corruption and continuing dependence on foreign aid rests squarely on the shoulders of the sorry excuse we have for politicians, the job to restore our country back to its former glory is also dependent on their greater cooperation. For as long as their exists those youth without the inclination to act on their beliefs, those who are easily persuaded to perform the every wish of the misguided politicians for a few thousand leones then there remains a need for an influx of positive influence in Sierra Leone politics.
It is thus a challenge to all our kindhearted young who have sierra Leone’s best interest at heart but who see a venture into politics as the ultimate taboo in life, the grand betrayal from moving towards a position from which we can make those changes we so desperately need, to that point where we are standing in the way of such development; A transition from that body of young intellectuals to the collection of those who practice politricking.
If the experiences of the past few days have taught us anything, it should be that there is no job too dirty and no field should have an exclusion when we are looking at ways to influence change and finally that for a people who have gone through the worst of what humanity has to offer, we seem to have a short memory of our immediate past.