A letter from Ben

(GUEST WRITER, REAL LETTER FROM BEN)

My dear ladybird,

I know this short letter will find you in good health. The Ben you keep talking about on this blog of yours fits my description and so I hope you find it within appropriateness for me to speak out from my perspective.

It's been nearly a year since I made an acquaintance of you. During our long and intimate acquaintance and intercourse, I have no recollection of ever having heard intended foul words about me fall from your lips, nor your ranting. On the contrary, and in an apologetic manner, I am assumingly according myself a character of a man deluded by society's demands for a guy ladies want. The bad boy. In assumption, and without any foundation of fact to sustain these, I think your past had rubbed too  much of the good boy on you that the eccentric bad boy that you say I am hit your tender soul - too hard I may add - to a point of confusion.

I know you deem your efforts of turning me into what you want of which you constantly think I thwart and regard as no longer of value, but that's not the case. I know you think I perceive your efforts as a matter of amusement to myself. I know you think I thwart your earnest efforts to change me, but I don't. All I want is not to be changed. All I beg of  you is to leave things as they are between us because marriage is least of my concerns for now. Your marriage talk repulses me from you. Be patient, let the wounds of my last marriage heal and marriage will sprout from our shady acquaintance in the will of providence.

It's unfortunate I bumped into your blog site, but I won't censure you for your writings on this blog. I assume it is written in the confidence of anonymity, with no purpose, or expectation, that it would ever come to my knowledge. I appreciate that no real names are mentioned, nor is it likely that any other name other than the false name you accorded me here would ever be known in connection with it. I guess your only objective seems to be to amuse cyber space strangers at your own expense.

I am at present much occupied with professional duties, and have written to you hastily. Bear with my typos and bad grammar, but I believe I have responded to your musings all as fully as I am now capable of doing.

AND NO DOUBT, I STILL LOVE YOU LADYBIRD.

Looking forward to your reply.

Love Ben.

My 10 things I hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way I can’t stand up to you.
I hate your efforts to be good to me, especially since they are so short lived.

I hate the way you read my mind, and your failure to observe the simplest of meeting dates.

I hate you so much it makes me sick — It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right. I hate it that you lie so much.
I hate it when you make me laugh — Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around. And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you — Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

So Tired!

Have u ever been in a situation where you want so much to move on but no opportunity presents itself? Well, I'm in such a situation. I feel yoked and burdened by this relationship. Not always I must admit but it happens so damn frequently. I'm sure that all I need is one hot guy, not even the one meant for me, but one hot enaf to distract my thoughts and emotions. Once I take that step, I am sure to never look back. Problem is since this one happened, all others seem to have vanished. Either we do not walk the same paths or I have lost sight for anyone else. Whichever it is, I admit I need help, I'm begging for help to get past this one. I'm so tired of these deeply emotional dissapointments, so tired I wish I can kill my emotional nerve...someone please

Ben, oh Ben

As I write this, I’m watching two monkeys, likely male and female doing only what I can call a dutiful but most tantalizing, romantic ritual behind the office building. If I knew working from outside would always accord me such glorious moments, thoughts and sights, I would come out here more often. Let me describe this. There are 3 monkeys, 2  grown and a kid monkey. One of the grown monkeys came and took a seat just near my feet, the other one rushed somewhere and came back with the said kid monkey. On arrival, they two new entrants started chasing a cat around, the smaller one continuing with the chase as the bigger one came to sit next to his partner near my feet. I think the bigger one kinda got bored, because he started to move away. The she immediately jumped up and moved out of the way, after which, when he passed, she slowly but softly touched him from behind. The touch was effective, he stood still, and then she started the said ritual. She was I think searching for tududus, starting with the anal area, carefully and softly parting his fur and slowly biting whatever tududus she found away. She slowly headed to the abdomen, at which he sat and allowed her to, lifting each arm as required when she got to that area. She did his back, just as meticulously as other areas, then he got into an upright position and she did his feet, then went back to where she started, the anal area. I have never seen such soft, tender care before. I could not help the fantasies, with the one man I have fantasized with for the last 8 months. I thought of him and my love flowed to him (wherever you are Ben, love is flowing).  I keep wondering, if I had an opportunity, would I be capable of dispensing such tender love? Would he still at my touch the way that this he monkey did? Would he let me tenderly care for him, giving me way whenever I needed to? Ben, my dear Ben, I don’t know what is in store for us, if anything at all, but just know that there is nothing I wish more than to love you so right now. Meanwhile, I can’t have enough of you in my fantasies, keep there and stay safe for me love. Much love.

My two cent on Shebesh

So Rachel Shebesh is nursing a broken (or is it twisted?) arm, thanks to Nairobi Senator, aka Mike Sonko. This is the fourth time the lady has faced physical harassment from a male politician, worse, this has resulted in an injury. I have never been a politics person, but this isn't politics, it is a show of male chauvinism and she has become the waste basket. I am annoyed to no end and I say it’s time for this crap to stop. Not because I care so much for Shebesh aka manzi wa nai, but I feel that this is a personal attack to my womanhood. So I say this, I hate the inflictors of this shameful bodily harm, but I hate the woman who allows it more, she is a shame to womenfolk. What the hell do you think happens when you allow people to treat you like trash? She should sue them damnit! All the whole lot of crappy selfish motherfuckers with some ruined and bruised egos that need to be fixed by hitting a woman who is not even their relative. I bet they all have tiny specks of dangling male genitalia which they should even be ashamed to call dicks! Crappy stupid motherfucking idiots. And this to Shebesh, the next time you let an idiot treat you like dust bin, kindly make sure I don’t get to hear of it because I will slap you too. At least when the rest of us let a man treat us badly, it is because he has cargo to kill for and we want some bit of that, no matter what! Not some random idiot with stolen money who you have never seen naked! And to Shebesh’s husband, you are as useless as they come, and now your wife is paying for it by being treated as a music drum by useless semi literate, backward, shallow minded male politicians. Makubaff!