Final Destination: Procrastination

There, there.

Don’t beat yourself up.

You’re young, it’s fine.

There’s plenty of time.

You can do it in the evening.

Actually, I know you’re tired,

How about you do it tomorrow?

You know what, it’s not due for several days, you could just start it when they need it.

After all, you work best under pressure.

Ooops you missed the deadline?

Worry not, you’re more than capable of making up for it.

You are so smart and wise, these time constraints are for mere mortals.

Your teachers don’t know just how great you are.

What? You failed the course?

Don’t worry we can finish it off at a different university.

Don’t beat yourself up.

You’re still young, it’s fine.

There’s plenty of time.

You know what?

Let’s not stress out too much this time.

We’ll do the same thing we did last time, we’ll just be smarter about it.

We’ll sleep a bit longer, since we know exactly how long it takes to get there.

We’ll run to the classes if need be.

Why do we even need to go to classes?

Didn’t we learn all this before?

Let’s stay at home and play games.

We’ll be fine.

Why start studying now?

We can start when the exams are around the corner…

Oh… you failed… again?

Don’t beat yourself up.

There’s still lots of time,

You’ll be fine.

40 is the new 20 after all…


Wow.

I’m the first one here.

To think I’m early…

Early for your funeral.

I know I said you had plenty of time left.

I think I know now why they say I’m the father of all lies.

I’m the only one here,

But I guess I should give a eulogy:

 

Hey buddy!

 

Remember that Sunday when you decided you’d get saved soon?

Yeah?

Me too.

Best day of my life to be honest.

I’m so glad you didn’t.

See you in hell.

 

Sincerely yours,

– the Devil.

 

An excerpt from ‘Bleeding Heart’

Moral: Make the most of your time. You don’t know how much you’ve actually been allotted.

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Killmonger

Killmonger is my favourite character in Black Panther. This is not just because I’m a fan of Michael B. Jordan, but because his character is the most fleshed out out of all of them. Although I do wish a few things were done differently overall I was very impressed.

Man O’ My Word aka Be My Hammer, I’ll Be Your Thor

Dear Blog,

 

Hey you! Yes you! Haven’t you heard?

You can count on me – I’m a man o’ my word.

And you’ll believe it, coz I’ve said it, then it’s gotta be true.

You won’t believe me? Fine then – believe you!

You say it more than I do, I know it sounds absurd.

“Ayanda Joe Munikwa, you’re a man o’ your word!”

 

Maybe if we say it enough times it’ll finally happen.

Coz the sheer number of promises I’ve been snapping is amazing!

Now I’m not making excuses, I put that PhD to the side.

I laid down my pride and decided I wouldn’t ever lie.

Even if it’ll save me trouble later, better to stay humble now.

I don’t want to stumble so I’ll mumble, goo goo gaga, ciao.

 

In the future, even now, trust is gold.

So I’m sorry I’ve been missing truth be told.

I said I’d take care of you. I didn’t even forget!

The truth of it is I just chose to neglect…

 

But I’m a man o’ my word. That’s what we said!

So I think it’s time we finally prepared,

For a rollercoaster ride like never before!

Where you will be my hammer and I’ll be your Thor!

Love,

Joe

 

 

Compliment

You look absolutely stunning in that dress…

More so without it…

I kid. I’m just playing…

But you really are gorgeous.

You make me appreciate the gift of sight.

Why?

Because you’re a gift.

I’m glad to be here right now.

What? No, it can’t be lust.

Can one lust after art?

Perfection.

Actually – it’s subjective perfection.

I’ve chosen to accept you flaws and all.

So that you seem perfect.

Because you are to me.

“You’re smoothtalking!”

No. I’m complimenting you.

Comments based purely on honesty, not flattery.

With these words I try to show a glimpse of your value to me.

 

End Note

I believe paying loved ones compliments is essential. Not only does it let them know that you appreciate them, it gives them confidence and strengthens your relationship. The only guideline would be to be honest. It’s best to be genuine with compliments lest they be empty words and that can normally show resulting in a detrimental effect. So when it comes to compliments, sincerity is key.

Shhhh… Thank You

Lightning flashes across the sky.

Cracking it open for a short while.

So bright! I’m blinded I can’t see!

I blink away the the weird shapes obscuring my vision.

They finally float away.

For a second I think I’m safe then… CRACK!

The thunder comes.

Yay! That’s my favourite part!

I jump in mock shock.

I love the drums!

After all I’m a fan of rock!

That’s why I lose the game a lot.

I’m always choosing bloody rock…

As if it lives, I just called it “bloody”.

It must be iron that’s why it’s ruddy…

My best friend, my only buddy.

Tell me to stop now. (Referring to myself?)

This stream of thought is unhealthy.

It’s poison don’t you see?

An endless flow of words tumbling over,

Like a waterfall, trailing into the deep.

I’m dry for days, then suddenly – I gush out!

I can’t stop speaking!

You just want me to shut up.

So I do.

Ten Rains

It’s raining.

The water’s wet. (duh)

Lightning flashes, thunder crashes,

Damp’s stuck to lashes.

Bolt hits, I’m shook – courage burnt to ashes.

 

I splash about.

Rainwater is my drug.

I’m soaked in it.

I’m soaking wet.

I’m so clean – wait!

 

I make a scene. I jump round in deep puddles.

I’m glad I’m clean! Now I’m blowing spit bubbles.

I try to cuddle with strangers and with strange men.

Yes, when I’m in the rain I feel ten again.

Hot!

My clothes are dripping wet.

It is all sweat.

London – the latest desert.

 

I feel the heat.

I must repeat.

I feel the heat.

 

Sun’s bleak.

Socks reek.

Brows leak.

 

Boiling.

Blistering.

Scalding.

Hot!

 

It’s really hot in London right now, relatively speaking at least. I am sure you can tell from the contents of the piece above. I am not overjoyed by the quality but written in one go with the revision of one line I am quite content, for now.

It only came to me when I was on the second “stanza” but I decided to reduce the number of words (exception the second stanza as “the heat” and “repeat” are of equal length phonetically) with each new stanza to indicate decreasing thought capability as the day goes on.

It also rhymes and that makes me very happy.