#KenyaFeb28

       
: Courtesy of a #CreativesMeetUp by @TheCreativez

Reblogged from TweepSang (@Kipsang)

I will write my own damn Eulogy I had an in-house debate with myself this morning, over whether to call this piece the '5 Deathly Suppositions'.
Somehow, my self lost to I, so that explains the uncharacteristically
dull title.

Cockerel, if you must, but let's prefer cocks, innuendos notwithsitting. Or shitting. Jogoo. The cock. Yes you, Jogoo. The cock that never crows. The crow that cawed but never clawed; worked it's beak without ever getting it's talons dirty.

Chuku chuku, Tchoo! Tchoo! The cheap, rickety, sway-with-me-now surreal orderliness of the morning train through 'Eastlando' is a disaster begging to happen. Feeling a bit dazed by this apparent contradiction? Let's break it down. Rickety

Posted on June 26, 2012 by Vance

This is not
about vengeance. This is hardly about small glories, for there is no glory in
what I am about to do. This is about acceptance…moving on…and most importantly,
growing a pair. Last year
April 16, at the very first installation of Poets and Writers Online - POWO – I
was introduced to the ever so misogynistic concept of pussy blogging. It basically refers to a form of blogging where you
the blogger worries about everyone’s opinion but your own…it, quite simply put,
is spineless blogging.

No this is no MLTR...that's Michael Learns To Rock, a band that fused initiative with art back in the 90s and had the hit single Paint My Love, part of the inspiration for the heading. In other more relevant news, however, I recently went for an event. A Windhoek branded night at Tree House It was a brilliant event, as you might see below.

Today is the last day of a Hubspot competition I applied for a while, so they tell me I need to hurry up and pick up your votes. here's Hurrying...