Of Fifty Shades Of Dread #2018BOTY

Day 20 of 25 Days of Blogmas celebrating the Best Of The Year #BOTY2018

What do I know fashion and style trends…….

I am Jon Snow. I know nothing

I would guess its something to do with my hair.

The natural hair trend seems to be catching on like wildfire, some say its because its cheaper to keep your hair au naturel, others are about embracing their selves with pride and no additives…….

As natural hair trends are being accepted in the corporate world as well as some education institutions people no longer have to conform to having only particular hair style and length as the acceptable.

I have heard people jokingly quip:

“MaRasta avakuwanda kudarika vanhu….”

Translation: “The are now more rasta haired persons than people”
Ras Caleb the rascal dread 
Ras Beaton
Ras Tere

Funny thing though, it kinda carries an implication that rasta folk aren’t quite regular people, even when someone is describing a group of people they will zero in on that “yeah I saw 4 people and one rasta” instead of just saying 5 people.

Its crazy weird how random people will walk up to you and greet you like you belong to some super elite, socially conscious group and all you have to do is give a vague rasta nod and they walk away happy…….

Should people meet me walking with my fam like this:

The walking Dread
The walking dread

Its On!

People have such a fascination with dreadlocks that I am not surprised the trend is trending, especially in the circles for creatives; where its almost a signature look. Odds are very high, if you spot someone with locks, they are into some creative art…….

To read in very vague detail about how my hair is the way it is click button below:

~B

PS….. So what does your hair say about you?

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Of Why I Write

flipping pages

Blank pages ……

I am genetically engineered to write,
My genes are punctuated with metaphors,
And an irresistible need to write..
I am writer,
It’s not what I do,
It is who I am,
I take off my shoes before I write,
To sort of humble myself before,
All the words inside of me,
Words written but never spoken,

Words to fill up the blank pages 

….You read a part of me in every word I write…
The parts of me you read, are not just pieces of me, but make me up.

Every word of mine you read,
You take a part of me with you

What will you do with the lil bit of my soul that you take with you?

Dipping a pen into my blood
I write myself a soul
pouring out a multitude of words,
brushing away the excess,
A little more of me drips onto every page,
In time,
I will be the book and the book will be me
and my story will be told

Becoming The Muse

 

~B

 

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becoming the muse why I write 2018

Of My Selfish Love

being loved by a writer;

Dear Muse;

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When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I am selfishly in love with you
I love myself through you.
I love seeing myself through your eyes,
I love seeing myself through my eyes,
imagining how I look through your eyes
I love watching you read the words I wrote
and secretly knowing that they are for your eyes only,
although the whole world can read them too,
When I say I am in love with you;
I mean I love to see you listening to all the stories I have to share,
I love having you to express to;
my opinions,
my profound theories and beliefs,
Especially the silliest things,
along with the important things in my life.
I love hearing myself say these things as I imagine how they sound to you,
and how enthralled I imagine you are with me as I am;
With me.

When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I love having;
Someone beautiful to wear,
like a favourite outfit.
I love the way you feel on me.
I love the way I feel about me when you are with me.
When I say I am love with you I mean I love how familiar you feel,
like I have known you forever,
in a place without time or in another life,
somewhere between my past life and my next life.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I love not being alone.
I love not being that tree falling in the forest that no one heard;
That book that has never been read.
I love having you as my full-time personal audience.
When I say I’m in love with you,
I mean I want you to give me all of your most precious gift;
Your Undivided Attention.
I want to be the reason your world lights up,
as you watch the fire that is me,
Burn.
I mean would burn down to the ground for you;
so you could watch me from its ashes rise like a phoenix.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I’m in love with being your sun,
monopolizing your orbit, being your gravity,
keeping you drawn back to me no matter how hard you try to jump or fly,
keeping you down.
Keeping you mine.
Lighting up your world
When I say I’m in love with you what I mean is I love staring at myself in the mirror only to see you standing behind me smiling
When I say I’m in love with you I mean I love
being your mystery,
your riddle,
being what keeps you up at night,
your addiction,
your obsession.
I love being your altar,
your sacrament,
your icon,
your miracle.
I love being your answer.
I love being the object of your sacrifice.
I love being your pain.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean that if I had to write down what gives me joy in one word it would be your name,
I love your voice,
When you say my mine,
Your lips,
When you smile at me.
Your eyes,
When you looking at me,
And when you do all three at the same time;
For an instant; time stops.
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I’m in love with breathing your air, eating your dreams.
I’m in love with being your drug,
your drug dealer
your dagger
your lil secret
Your Joy
When I say I’m in love with you, I mean I love the story I can tell to my next love,
about my ex-love,
About how they will never compare to you or understand me like you do
about how beautiful things were,
How crazy,
How intense,
How storybook,
What a couple we were,
and how you gradually, inexplicably,
Bit by bit,
Disappeared.
How I still wait for you like the man who can not be moved;
When I say I’m in love with you,
What I really mean is that
only you make me Me,
and all the stories I have yet to write;
You Are My Muse.

~B