Malindi/Watamu

So as i continue with my sojourns around our beautiful country,and Mombasa to be specific,my travels escapades took me to one little Italian city also known as Malindi.But before that,we made a detour to one of the most romantic places a few km away from Malindi.Watamu is one of the most serene,romantic perfect honeymoon places you’d ever visit..the beaches are clean,the cottages are just so damn beautiful..
so we made a trip down the Watamu Marine Park..went snorkeling and deep-sea diving..this lil town gives my love for Diani serious compe:-)the place holds special memories for me,and not to forget Fatuma’s sandals shop is the best place you could ever get sandals here..moving along..we reached Malindi,greeted by tuktuks as usual..this town is always so full of Italians,i call it the Sin City of North Coast..well Mtwapa takes the cake for that,but Malindi is like a lil Vegas of some sorts..the kids here are just too naughty,this little boys made me blush well I’ve never really gotten the time to visit Vasco Da Gama,most of the time I’m always having ice cream at Mauricio’s..the icecream there is just orgasmic..sigh Italians really know how to make good ice cream,pasta,pizza and ahem many more things*insert naughty wink here*Don’t think Malindi is all relaxation,for all you who love House/Trance music like I do,do make a point of clubbing at Star Dust the music there is amazing,and the ambience is just classy..well if you think of vacationing in Malindi some time soon,hope my lii tit bits helped..excuse me as i capture the lovely sunset here in Malindi Beach

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Diani Mi Amor…

Life is like a wave motion..Full of highs and lows.We sit on life’s shores with our hands open waiting to receive..

See,that is what Diani does to me.. whenever i sit on the white sandy beaches of Diani,it’s like reality is just me and the beach then,serenity,tranquility, i can’t explain it..Diani always holds a special place in my heart,and you know what they say;home is where the heart is..for me Diani is my second home..Diani is one of those peaceful places you’d ever visit in the South of Coast,the people are amazing,the beaches are clean,no hustle and bustle that comes from the polluted air in Nairobi..Just peace and quiet..
The ride through the ferry is always comical to Diani…but the traffic can really annoy you at times…it takes you an Hour to get to Ukunda…i will do a later post on Tiwi,but Tiwi is just before Diani..a very relaxing place too…Well when you get to Diani always remember to pass by Forty Thieves
The view from the Beach there is always breathtaking..and not forgetting Forty Thieves has the best Karaoke on Tuesdays anywhere..and you can’t convince me otherwise Nairobi…and Ali Barbour for me is the best cave restaurant i have ever dined in…love the whole Pirate ambience to it…it’s just amazing..Diani is a tad bit quiet..but Ushago always has some nice tunes playing for those of you who want some noisy quiet nights there..Flamboyant restaurant well what can i say,bellisimo is the word!i could go on and on about Diani and I’m sure i will soon,but for now if your headed there..have fun and enjoy the peace of mind that comes with the place..i found love in Diani,and i fell in love with Diani..i hope y’all do too:-)
Peace and Blessings,Vionna

Misplaced Beauty

ok this poem was inspired by my African women..it was actually one of my very first poems…as Ludacris says,the best women are in Africa….
MISPLACED BEAUTY

Am stuck in a limbo,
To flaunt my African beauty,
Or hide my African booty?
They say am too ethnic, that am not authentic
To whose standards, theirs or mine?
So now they’ve got me bleaching my brown skin
I guess true beauty doesn’t come from within
Am ashamed of my natural locks…because they make me to shaggy to get an office job
My spring curled hair
Traumatized with relaxers
For it to be sleek and straight
Forcing me to give in to their bait
You see am not doing this out of naivety
But because am a misplaced beauty

Giving in to their western cultures
My nose is too wide
My lips too luscious
My beautiful African behind too big and flabby for them
My wide African hips that ease my load while carrying their offspring, now too wide for them?!
Mama taught me to be proud of my roots
But now am acting all insecure about my looks
Trying to squeeze in into their mould
Of what true beauty should be…
They end up misplacing my beauty

You see they adored me before, with sweet names like ebony
They rode my hips like a sweet melody
The gap in between my teeth,
Was a marvel for them to see
My kinky afro, made their eyes glow
But then I gave in to their desires
And let them destroy my African beauty
Replacing it with an anorexic, plastic body, skinny looking malnourished African
Damn, I am a shapely African queen
Am proud of my wide nose,
My big behind
My shapely hips
The gap in between my fine chiseled teeth
Ooohhh my sweet pout lips
I aint getting rid of the cellulite, you see I’ve seen the light
Am no longer a misplaced beauty
Because I know you are dying to caress
This beautiful African Goddess!

Pass me By

Ahem this is one of the most steamy poems i have ever written.enjoy..

Sitting here staring at my window pane,
It’s eight in the morn, time for him to pass my lane.
I anxiously wait, watching him behind this curtain.
There he is finally walking up and down this street.
His luscious lips longing to please,
As he flashes a smile my way.
Maybe today’s the day,
His touch will meet mine.
See his my fantasy, but I want to make him my reality.
And do everything with him, do dumb things with him.
You know strolling in the park things, stealing kisses, strapped in the park swings.
Lay down with him under the moonlight as it radiates its glow on us.
Feel his thickness deep inside me, as it trickles down warming the very confines of my being kind of things.
Ooooh how I long for his caress, just for a night to die in his arms.
His hands to explore every part of my being, a touch so tender that makes me weak.
Causing my knees to tremble as he thrusts deep inside, as we dance to the rhythm of our souls entwined as one.
Up and down our motion goes, moaning and sighing for more.
The smell of his love lingers in between my breasts, stealing the stiffness from my nipples.
You know what, I aint done yet.
See, I still want to do everything with him.
I still want him to cover me in his softness,
To baptize me with his sweetness.
Work his way in between my legs, savoring my soft lips with his tongue as my river flows for him, staining my sheets.
His arms just like chocolate, dark, rich and satisfying.
A grip so strong, that I cant let go.
Passion so lethal, that he will never know.
Then the earth rights itself again.
And taste tries to return to my tongue.
My body has slummed shut. Forever. No keys exist.
Then the windows draw full upon my mind.
There just beyond the sway of curtains, he passes me by,
Knowing something. Going someplace.
But this time I will simply stand and watch..
Maybe

Silent Stranger

For twenty some years now, I keep dreaming of your face,
The glint in your eyes, the echo of your laughter, the happily ever after..
The times we would have shared, the memories captured together,
The happiness and sorrows that we would have endured together…
You know, sibling rivalry, me pulling your hair, you stealing my lipstick.
Silent stranger, if only I could place a smile on that face

Things that could have been, though this memory has grown dim…
I used to picture me and you, hiding under blankets, telling scary stories,
Riding over the rainbow in cute pink ponies….
Savoring the innocence of our childhood,
Learning the lessons of adulthood
Me drying tears from your first heartbreak,
We beaming with joy on that special first kiss that made your body ache..
Silent stranger, if only I could place a smile on that face….

You started a journey that you never finished….
Tucked away in your safe haven, inside mummy’s tummy
Kicking every time mummy massaged her tummy,
But you decided to stop kicking, stop breathing…
You only had two months to go silent stranger,
Why didn’t you wait longer?
Seeing blood trickling down mama’s legs…
The sad look on her face, when they wrapped your pale body in that blanket..
The blanket mummy and I made to keep you warm when you came home,
Still holding on to your little fingers, her piercing cry lingers…
Silent stranger, if only I could put a smile on that face

The little sister I never had, never got the chance to mould you into a beautiful woman
To dance with, to cry with
I wish I didn’t wish so hard,
Maybe then you would be here with me.
My soul keeps crying for you silent stranger, the daughter, the sister,
Who I never got a chance to hold, to place a smile on your beautiful face

Kryptonite


He was My Superman,Not your usual tall,strong,wearing his undies outside his costume kinda Superman.
He was the kind of Superman,that’s afraid of Superman!But he was my superhero,like the Neo in my matrix he was the one who every villain was afraid of.
He made me breathless,left my emotions senseless
He whisked me in his arms and took me to heights i couldn’t fathom,like a Phantom,he came by night.
With the S on his chest he made me forget about my ex,and think only of sex.I dropped that Zero and he became my hero.
The beauty of his Metropolis,His soft lips rolling down my cheeks,
Intertwining in between my legs,
The villain in him pouncing on me
Moaning for him to stop,but not wanting him to stop.
He had superpowers that devoured every part of my being,that made me exhale in ecstasy to the rhythm of his dance,his glance,i just gave him one more chance,or so i thought..
I had to let him go,let him know Lex Luthor was my villain,but he was my Superman and i was his Kryptonite,see i made him weak,so weak he couldn’t speak,his future was bleak,I sucked the energy out of his soul.He was my Superman,no thanks to Loise Lane,I made him insane,with my Kryptonite
I made him vulnerable,incapacitated his powers to fly,he kept asking me why,but the energy within was too strong,yet he kept holding on
Superman was no longer the superhero,my kryptonite blew him off like dynamite.
The one thing that reminded him of home was bad for him,my kryptonite was too strong for him,i had to let him go,let him know..this energy would destroy him..
But my heart belonged to Superman,as much as he strayed away from my kryptonite,he knew he couldn’t put up a fight.
I am a piece of his galaxy and his a piece of my energy..
But his only a man in a silly red sheet,
As much as he dug for kryptonite in between the sheets,
He still was only a man in a funny red sheet

His Just Not That Meant For You

So recently i did what i do best…watch and learn the quirks and flaws of our everyday average male species,thanks to me not drinking,and staying sober in clubs,i get to see this men in their true colors..anyway,i digress..Ladies i know sometimes you wonder to yourself;where did i go wrong,he seemed like a nice guy,we hit it off,but a few weeks later,your back on the prawl,dancing to Beyonce’s All the single ladies like your auditioning for Idols and Simon Cowell is in the audience rooting for you.Well here are a few of the guys,ladies you should avoid,and pull garlic on them like they’re some kind of vampires if they come as much as 10feet near you…

THE WATCHER
This guy,lets just say that’s all he does…you know,his that guy in the club,sitting alone,probably twittering away or facebooking by himself pretending his texting someone,and makes trips to the loo ever hour,the waitress knows him by name,and he has that gimmie my daily poison kinda greeting with the waiter..umm run woman,run!I don’t have a problem with a guy drinking alone,don‘t get me wrong here,there are loners who prefer their own company,God knows why they frequent clubs then,but there are WATCHERS!A lion best depicts this kind of a guy..You see,Lionesses usually do the hunting,but a lion usually waits when the prey is in a herd-A watcher usually studies this single,married women who always sit in the opposite table,but there’s always a single weakling in that group..Once the women are drunk,and vulnerable,the Watcher ambushes the prey from the front,hopefully brings it down,he notices you are not as drunk as the rest of your herd,he says hi,you say hi back,have a nice chat,slowly,steathily,quickly crouching and crawling,he makes you stray away from the herd..there he has his prey right where he wants.A few coffee/dinner dates together you think his THE ONE,lets digress to the Lion once again.Lions use their claws to catch there prey,they do so,so that they can keep a grip when trying to bite its prey,as much as they use there claws,lions rip apart with their teeth…Back to the watcher-those sweet nothings he told you,two weeks down his declaring his love for you,then suddenly BAM!The moodswings check in,he changes completely..word of advice for you ladies who fall bait to this Watcher;Lions move very fast and they stalk their prey.Consider yourself eaten!

THE BIPOLAR
Bipolar disorder is a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a category of mood disorders defined by the presence of one or more episodes of abnormally elevated energy levels,cognition and mood with or without one or more depressive episodes.This episodes are usualy separated by “normal”moods.I know your wondering like when will she get to the point?well relax,i’m getting to it..This kind of men are just that.Bipolar,trust me a woman PMSing aint got nothing on this guy.His the kind of guy,you met when his having a “normal”episode..His cool,calm and collected,very funny,at the clubs..the popular one in his group of friends,very handsome,has a nice swag to him..his the kind of guy,who makes u act before you think,sweeps you off your feet,but dont mistake him for Prince Charming far from it..He has this kind of spell that just leaves you in a trance,unfortunately for you,you met him when he was in one of his elation episodes..then suddenly he starts becoming all clingy with you,but you mistake it for being sweet.Don’t be fooled ladies!Signs of Bipolar include:Paranoia he thinks your fooling around with all his friends,you tell your girlfriends that his just too in touch with his feminine side,end up making excuses for him..slap yourself woman!you are dealing with a Bipolar in your hands,yet your not a shrink!All those flights of ideas that he has and racing thoughts of his business plan of starting a space shuttle taxi company,should be your cue to run woman,run!His sudden innappropriate sense of humor and behaviors,he becomes to impulsive,you mistake it for spontanity..you should be getting him help girlfriend!And then the big one:Delusions-he thinks that somehow you prance the streets of Nairobi late at night offering your services,and he goes to the point of telling your girlfriends to talk to you..And his sudden religious interests..one minute he wants to join Tom Cruise’s Scientology religion,the next his going to Mecca for the pilgrimage,during Christmas his playing naughty Santa,and New Years his name changes to Malik and his chanting Happy Kwanzaa to all and sundry..errrm run before he shaves his hair and becomes a Monk!I’m not making fun of the disease,its a bad sickness that leads to suicide when left un-attended,but Ladies,unless his your Psychology project,this guy is like a Volcano that’s just about to erupt!Flee before the larva gets and burns you.Get this guy help and Stay away from him at all costs.Save the moodswings for when you get preggers!

THE WOLFMAN
No,i dont mean you start thinking Wolverine Xmen sort of a guy..tho i must say Wolverine really does it for me in Xmen,anyway,i digress as usual..back to the case in hand!This guy actually is the mysterious kind,he appears rough,and tough on the outside,yet he has a soft interior to him..This kind ladies are just confusing..Wolves are usually thought to be dangerous,but actually this is a misconception since wolves do not attack humans without reason.The same with Mr wolfman,he used to be a good guy before,Mr perfect as it were,he then gave his heart to the love of his life and she broke it and hurt him badly,and from then on,a wolf was born.Wolves are thought to be dangerous because of rumors claiming they get into peoples livestock,killing sheeps,cows and humans,but this ideas are just fostered through myths..same with Wolfman,your girlfriends tell you how bad this guy is,you should stay away from him at all costs,how his going to break your heart,but they are just rumors..His the kind of guy you always tread carefully with,you never get your hopes high,because just like a wolf only attacks when it feels threatened,Mr Wolfman will show you his true colors when you dare cross his path.Lets go back to the wolf..Humans kill more wolves every year than wolves attack humans,infact wolves try to isolate themselves from humans as much as possible..The Wolfman,has been heartbroken too many times,he behaves in a nonchalant manner with you,your always stuck in a limbo not knowing whether his going to end it with you,or get down on bended knee and ask you to marry him..Ladies!You will always live in captivity with them,run and howl while you still can!Wolves were the most successful mammals until humans came and took most of their range away..Yes if it weren’t for the ladies who broke his heart, The Wolfman would be the ideal man for you,afterall wolves,are atleast ten times smarter than the normal dogs,which would be some reason to worry though for you.Because smart people never get caught,you will never notice any changes when this guy starts cheating on you!Run!

So ladies…this are just the Top three of the kind of guys you should avoid,i know it’s hard,but unless you plan on Friday nights sulking,eating some icecream,and watching some sad,lovestory movie,your better off without this kind of guys..but not to fret..see that guy whom you’ve always put in a his sweet,but his my best friend,kinda like a brother to me place at the back of your heart,try letting him in and I can guarantee you,maybe the one guy you wanted,was standing there all along!Peace and Blessings,Vionna