I've written a post called "The Danger of Hope". It's a relatively long piece, so for those of you with less time on your hands I've summarized my arguments there into this "short" synopsis. An executive summary if you will. The link to the full article is below. Enjoy:
It's been an eventful six months. Riots in the UK, revolutions in the Arab countries, violent protests locally, councillors houses being stoned with their families inside, Malema's trust fund being exposed and of course one Mark Esterhuysen being fired from Radio 702 for a politically incorrect news report.
Signs of unrest in the minds of people if ever I saw them. People are slowly losing faith in the system and it's ability to deliver a better life for them. People are fast losing hope, and as we've seen in the Arab states and in the UK this can be a dangerous thing.
I think Mr Esterhuysen's (@MarkEsterhuysen) comments the other morning are signs of some very big and very real tensions bubbling under within our society. I won't repeat what he said on here, buy if you want to read his views follow him on twitter and follow the link to his blog. Obviously there is more to him than what I'm about to say, but taking liberties with my opinions, what I got from him was "enough with government's non-delivery, now is the time for non-pacifist anarchy."
To an extent I agree with this, but for the most part I think it's misguided, I think it's naive and it just smells of undercooked thinking. Sure, we need a change, but what happens after we overthrow the government? Add to that, whom are we directing our "non-pacifist" actions at?
The difference between fighting for freedom from racial oppression and fighting for freedom from economic oppression require two very different approaches. One hat does not fit all. Sure, the threat of violence got the apartheid government and the entitled whites of the day to back down because they knew their privilege was unfairly given. Dr Mathedimusa who lives in Sandton on the other hand won't take so kindly to the masses rising up and looting his property. He will fight back.
What then? A class war? Who wins there? No-one. It really is as simple as that. I really hope that the likes of Mr Esterhuysen who've given themselves a rare public platform use it in an intelligent manner which serves the country as a whole.
I hope that their loss of faith in society doesn't lead them along the ANCYL-esque path of prodding an angry bear. Taunting the masses into a false uprising - thinking they're uplifting themselves when actually it's all for the ideals and bank balances of a handful of individuals.
For the sake of this country, I pray that their coming words and actions are thought out, tactful and of a constructive nature. Not the type that will result in people bringing axes and cleavers to an open-heart surgery.
Link to the main article: http://ngwanamosadi.blogspot.com/2011/09/danger-of-hope.html
Wednesday 28 September 2011
The Danger of Hope
Barrack Obama, or Barry as I like to call him, released a book powerfully titled “The Audacity of Hope”. Now, not having yet read the book (it’s on my bucket list), I can deduce from the title of the book and a handful of speeches I’ve watched Barry make that he has the belief that hope can accomplish a lot of things. He believes there is power in faith and optimism. Truth be told, if one has the courage of their convictions with them they can achieve far more than the gloomy masses ever thought possible. Hope turns the, “that’s impossible, it can’t be done” into “yes we can”. That was, after all, Barry’s main campaign slogan.
He had a country, an economy, a people who were down for the count. They couldn’t have been more out if Heidi Klum had come up to them and said, “America, you are out”. Barry gave them hope again. He gave them the belief that maybe, just maybe they could turn the tables. He brought America back into the competition as a wildcard.
Sadly though, the thing with hope, what South Africans are slowly waking up to realize, is that hope without action is pointless. Having faith in your government when they can’t deliver will only lead to disappointment. Granted Barry is having his efforts stifled by Republicans who would rather politic and gain brownie points over him than see him, and the American people succeed. And no, it’s not a racial thing (I would hope).
Sadly, we are seeing a similiar thing here on South African shores, where our so called leaders are more interested in power and personal enrichment than they are in the welfare of their constituents. All of that national pride and hope which was instilled in the minds and hearts of South Africans by leaders such as Nelson Mandela is slowly being eroded away. We’ve just seen in the UK with the riots a few weeks ago what happens when your youth become jaded and live with a gloomy outlook on life. I don’t wish to, but I can only imagine what is going to happen when that happens in South Africa.
I can feel the perfect storm brewing and I really don’t know that we have the caliber of leadership required to quell it when it comes. I mean look at the facts. We are/were one of the most hopeful and inspired nations in the history of this planet – we came through a highly volatile situation, one incident away from a violent, bloody and genocidal civil war with flags painted on our faces and peace signs on our hands. Now, all that hope is fading away. That saying, “the higher they are, the harder they fall” applies perfectly to us. We come from the high of highs and, boy are we falling a long way…and fast!
We have a history of using strikes and violence to win freedom from oppression (then racial, now economic), our youth are uneducated and illiterate for the most part and they wouldn’t know the first place to start if you asked them to INTELLECTUALLY give their reasoning for supporting our “leaders” with the visceral passion they display. We are a short way from hopelessness and when we hit rock bottom it’s going to hurt. It will hurt us as a country and as a people. It’s a scary thought; certainly one I hope never comes to fruition.
That said, my hopes are starting to look more and more like pipe dreams. Look at the recent wage strikes marred by violence and vandalism in Cape Town and Port Elizabeth. Not so long ago people in Chiawelo, Soweto were stoning a former municipal councillors house and trying to burn her car which was parked in the garage attached to her house - which her family was in by the way. Add to the that the likes of a young man by the name of Mark Esterhuysen (@MarkEsterhuysen) who've decided "fuck the system," anarchy is the way forward.
While I admire his desire above "winning the rat race" to stand for what he believes in, I think he is on the cusp of becoming "the clever man's Malema". Unfiltered, telling it like he sees it - but at who's risk? The problem with this has been displayed time and again by ANCYL supporters. They get so caught up in the movement that they give no mind to the fact their actions cause more self-harm than good.
I see Mr Esterhuysen as a catalyst. One our society has been in need of for a while. He came out of left field, and that's what makes him all the more potent. A white guy, who by his own admission had a not so tough upbringing, with a seemingly non-racial agenda calling the government out on it's failures in a very public and very non-politically correct manner. I applaud that. We need more people like that.
I just wish to say to those who choose to follow in Mark's footsteps, be weary that your hopelessness and apathy are not replaced with violence. Yes, we need to a certain degree to revolt against our current government. We must put our collective foot down and let them know that enough is enough.
We cannot, however, make the mistake of using this as an opportunity to be violent, vandalize public property, loot private property and basically run down society all in the name of anarchy and non-pacifism.
We need to work hard to build this country from the ground up. We need a solid foundation based on more than hope, wishful thinking and empty promises from people who couldn't care less if you sleep on an empty stomach. We need to create a foundation that our generation can build on and the generations after us can improve.
Hope, once faded can prove a dangerous thing, especially in a situation like this. It's up to you and I to do our bit to do our bit to steer the country on the right path. This will need us, as a people to have the temerity to have big dreams, and the audacity to have even greater ambition for this country. Beyond that, however, we must have the work ethic and the common sense to know that ambitions aren't enough. We must act on them. What will your contribution be?
He had a country, an economy, a people who were down for the count. They couldn’t have been more out if Heidi Klum had come up to them and said, “America, you are out”. Barry gave them hope again. He gave them the belief that maybe, just maybe they could turn the tables. He brought America back into the competition as a wildcard.
Sadly though, the thing with hope, what South Africans are slowly waking up to realize, is that hope without action is pointless. Having faith in your government when they can’t deliver will only lead to disappointment. Granted Barry is having his efforts stifled by Republicans who would rather politic and gain brownie points over him than see him, and the American people succeed. And no, it’s not a racial thing (I would hope).
Sadly, we are seeing a similiar thing here on South African shores, where our so called leaders are more interested in power and personal enrichment than they are in the welfare of their constituents. All of that national pride and hope which was instilled in the minds and hearts of South Africans by leaders such as Nelson Mandela is slowly being eroded away. We’ve just seen in the UK with the riots a few weeks ago what happens when your youth become jaded and live with a gloomy outlook on life. I don’t wish to, but I can only imagine what is going to happen when that happens in South Africa.
I can feel the perfect storm brewing and I really don’t know that we have the caliber of leadership required to quell it when it comes. I mean look at the facts. We are/were one of the most hopeful and inspired nations in the history of this planet – we came through a highly volatile situation, one incident away from a violent, bloody and genocidal civil war with flags painted on our faces and peace signs on our hands. Now, all that hope is fading away. That saying, “the higher they are, the harder they fall” applies perfectly to us. We come from the high of highs and, boy are we falling a long way…and fast!
We have a history of using strikes and violence to win freedom from oppression (then racial, now economic), our youth are uneducated and illiterate for the most part and they wouldn’t know the first place to start if you asked them to INTELLECTUALLY give their reasoning for supporting our “leaders” with the visceral passion they display. We are a short way from hopelessness and when we hit rock bottom it’s going to hurt. It will hurt us as a country and as a people. It’s a scary thought; certainly one I hope never comes to fruition.
That said, my hopes are starting to look more and more like pipe dreams. Look at the recent wage strikes marred by violence and vandalism in Cape Town and Port Elizabeth. Not so long ago people in Chiawelo, Soweto were stoning a former municipal councillors house and trying to burn her car which was parked in the garage attached to her house - which her family was in by the way. Add to the that the likes of a young man by the name of Mark Esterhuysen (@MarkEsterhuysen) who've decided "fuck the system," anarchy is the way forward.
While I admire his desire above "winning the rat race" to stand for what he believes in, I think he is on the cusp of becoming "the clever man's Malema". Unfiltered, telling it like he sees it - but at who's risk? The problem with this has been displayed time and again by ANCYL supporters. They get so caught up in the movement that they give no mind to the fact their actions cause more self-harm than good.
I see Mr Esterhuysen as a catalyst. One our society has been in need of for a while. He came out of left field, and that's what makes him all the more potent. A white guy, who by his own admission had a not so tough upbringing, with a seemingly non-racial agenda calling the government out on it's failures in a very public and very non-politically correct manner. I applaud that. We need more people like that.
I just wish to say to those who choose to follow in Mark's footsteps, be weary that your hopelessness and apathy are not replaced with violence. Yes, we need to a certain degree to revolt against our current government. We must put our collective foot down and let them know that enough is enough.
We cannot, however, make the mistake of using this as an opportunity to be violent, vandalize public property, loot private property and basically run down society all in the name of anarchy and non-pacifism.
We need to work hard to build this country from the ground up. We need a solid foundation based on more than hope, wishful thinking and empty promises from people who couldn't care less if you sleep on an empty stomach. We need to create a foundation that our generation can build on and the generations after us can improve.
Hope, once faded can prove a dangerous thing, especially in a situation like this. It's up to you and I to do our bit to do our bit to steer the country on the right path. This will need us, as a people to have the temerity to have big dreams, and the audacity to have even greater ambition for this country. Beyond that, however, we must have the work ethic and the common sense to know that ambitions aren't enough. We must act on them. What will your contribution be?
Tuesday 27 September 2011
Destiny is Pre-defined
So I started working on a piece about the danger of hope today. Thing with blogging to such a discerning audience, small as it may be for now, I have to make sure I keep a consistency in my posts, and given that the “hope blog post” is yet to be up to par, I wrote this quickie to post for today. Hope you like it. Enjoy:
Destiny, by definition is pre-defined
You can’t know it
You simply have to deal with what you find
And when you, do own it
It’s yours for the taking, some might even say
It’s yours for the making, if you’re ready to play
Even yours for the faking, if that’s your game
Either way, make it happen
And whatever happens, do the best you can
Because in life, what will be
Ultimately, will be
Regardless of you and me
The world was here long before us; it’ll be here long after
All we can do is make the best of what we find
Destiny is after all, pre-defined.
Destiny, by definition is pre-defined
You can’t know it
You simply have to deal with what you find
And when you, do own it
It’s yours for the taking, some might even say
It’s yours for the making, if you’re ready to play
Even yours for the faking, if that’s your game
Either way, make it happen
And whatever happens, do the best you can
Because in life, what will be
Ultimately, will be
Regardless of you and me
The world was here long before us; it’ll be here long after
All we can do is make the best of what we find
Destiny is after all, pre-defined.
Monday 26 September 2011
A Chosen Love
So, my significant other asked that I write her a song/poem. Problem is whenever I try it ends up sounding cheesy three words in; so I decided to write a proper piece instead. Enjoy:
Is love for everyone? I think not. People always say "you just haven't found the right one yet." I say rubbish. Don't get me wrong, I believe in love, I really I do. I did, after all, just propose to the love of my life a few months ago.
I just happen to be of the view that love is more than just a feeling. I think love is more than just that flutter in your chest everytime she smiles or your heart skipping a beat when he looks at you. Yes, those things can be an indication of love, or the potential thereof at the very least, but love they are not.
I think, and feel free to disagree here, that love is a choice you make. To love or not to love - you choose. People don't sleep around because they got tempted or because they haven't found the right one yet. They do so because they haven't found the one they feel is worthy of being faithful and committed to. The one they can stay in with over the weekend and not feel as if the world has passed them by.
I got lucky. I loved, and still love my best friend. I knew on the day I first saw her that she would be my wife, and I took a decision that day that she was the one. I got to know her and she got to know me before the thought of being a couple ever crossed her mind. Even when I told her how I felt about her the first time round, she told me she couldn't see us as more than just friends. Yes, I was in the dreaded "friend-zone". The horror!
Long story short, she came around to the idea of "us" and we started dating. It was an incredible experience because we had and still have incredible chemistry, as if our eyes just met from across the room this afternoon. While I am grateful for this, just like any other couple we have our off days where our timing just doesn't sync up and we ask ourselves "who the hell stole our science kit?" - the chemistry just disappears.
It's at these moments where true love, the type of love that you choose to have, really shows. That fairytale, movie love where people are happy all the time and get along ALL THE TIME cuts out from time to time, and if yours wasn't a chosen love it can be all too easy to decide "I don't need this in my life" and up and leave - certainly a lot easier than staying with the person, making it work and making your love and mutual respect stronger.
I say don't just be in love, because just as quickly as you fell into love, you can fall out. When you find that person who's worth it, choose to love them. Choose to adore and care for them, to be faithful, committed and there for them always. Unconditionally. Absolutely.
I'm really happy I did.
Is love for everyone? I think not. People always say "you just haven't found the right one yet." I say rubbish. Don't get me wrong, I believe in love, I really I do. I did, after all, just propose to the love of my life a few months ago.
I just happen to be of the view that love is more than just a feeling. I think love is more than just that flutter in your chest everytime she smiles or your heart skipping a beat when he looks at you. Yes, those things can be an indication of love, or the potential thereof at the very least, but love they are not.
I think, and feel free to disagree here, that love is a choice you make. To love or not to love - you choose. People don't sleep around because they got tempted or because they haven't found the right one yet. They do so because they haven't found the one they feel is worthy of being faithful and committed to. The one they can stay in with over the weekend and not feel as if the world has passed them by.
I got lucky. I loved, and still love my best friend. I knew on the day I first saw her that she would be my wife, and I took a decision that day that she was the one. I got to know her and she got to know me before the thought of being a couple ever crossed her mind. Even when I told her how I felt about her the first time round, she told me she couldn't see us as more than just friends. Yes, I was in the dreaded "friend-zone". The horror!
Long story short, she came around to the idea of "us" and we started dating. It was an incredible experience because we had and still have incredible chemistry, as if our eyes just met from across the room this afternoon. While I am grateful for this, just like any other couple we have our off days where our timing just doesn't sync up and we ask ourselves "who the hell stole our science kit?" - the chemistry just disappears.
It's at these moments where true love, the type of love that you choose to have, really shows. That fairytale, movie love where people are happy all the time and get along ALL THE TIME cuts out from time to time, and if yours wasn't a chosen love it can be all too easy to decide "I don't need this in my life" and up and leave - certainly a lot easier than staying with the person, making it work and making your love and mutual respect stronger.
I say don't just be in love, because just as quickly as you fell into love, you can fall out. When you find that person who's worth it, choose to love them. Choose to adore and care for them, to be faithful, committed and there for them always. Unconditionally. Absolutely.
I'm really happy I did.
Tuesday 20 September 2011
Security of the State - POIB
This is my take on the secrecy of information act our "government" wants to pass. It's a "poetic" take on the matter if I may call it that. Enjoy:
Secrecy is like a drug, it's like a pill
Ignorance is bliss they say, and blissfull's how you'll feel
When our leaders smile and say it's all going swimmingly well
When truth be told, this country, our future, is all being raped to hell
But truth won't be told now will it
A tender here, a million there, why thank you, they don't mind if they do
After all, their cars and homes are footed by me and you, so if not for them then service delivery for who
I don't see any potholes here, or leaky pipes there
Too intoxicated by my fresh Houghton air
And besides, who cares, we'll still get our votes
The real majority just stares, on our every word they'll dote
This secrecy bill as you call it, should be renamed ignorance
Because we've been pulling the wool over the eyes of the illiterate masses
This is just a rubber stamp for every body elses dom passes
But we won't call it that, it's for the security of our estates...oh my, a Freudian slip, I meant security of the state.
Secrecy is like a drug, it's like a pill
Ignorance is bliss they say, and blissfull's how you'll feel
When our leaders smile and say it's all going swimmingly well
When truth be told, this country, our future, is all being raped to hell
But truth won't be told now will it
A tender here, a million there, why thank you, they don't mind if they do
After all, their cars and homes are footed by me and you, so if not for them then service delivery for who
I don't see any potholes here, or leaky pipes there
Too intoxicated by my fresh Houghton air
And besides, who cares, we'll still get our votes
The real majority just stares, on our every word they'll dote
This secrecy bill as you call it, should be renamed ignorance
Because we've been pulling the wool over the eyes of the illiterate masses
This is just a rubber stamp for every body elses dom passes
But we won't call it that, it's for the security of our estates...oh my, a Freudian slip, I meant security of the state.
Thursday 15 September 2011
Death of a Thousand Souls
This post is a tad bit darker. Not to worry, I'm not harboring any...er...feelings of not living:)
It's just that when you have thoughts in your head it's better to get them out
than leave em floating round your head because then they become feelings
and feelings become actions. Anyho, enjoy:
Death of a thousand souls, I feel so old
Like I’m bled out, it’s so dark, I feel so cold
To everyone and everything in this world
My soul is jaded, hope faded
There’s no coming back from here
The point of no return
If I could, I would have chose different there
I’d call it a lesson learnt, but it’s not
Can’t believe it’s come to this
This is a place I never thought I’d be
On the edge, about to take flight
Plummet to the death of a thousand souls.
Wednesday 14 September 2011
What is racism really?
So, my other tweep Obi_Mike_Dexter (@Oobakeng) requested I write something more "tangible", so here it is. It's quite topical, but I believe it's relevant. It's a bit long, but I rate you'll like it. Enjoy:
What is racism really? Is it people looking down on you because of the colour of your skin? Is it your boss not letting you take on projects because you’re black and THEREFOR you are incompetent? Is it people rolling their eyes at you when you go up to present or offer a suggestion at a staff meeting because, well, what do black people know? This it would seem, is the post-94 brand of racism that’s being bandied around our “Rainbow Nation”.
Julis, his ANCYL cronies, senior COSAS members and certain ANC members and their tenderpreneur buddies run around, inciting furor in the masses of poor, black South Africans making statements like “We must declare an economic war on the white capitalists and burn down their businesses if they refuse to give us our dues” and crying foul every time someone questions their lavish lifestyles. “Is it because I’m black that I’m not allowed to live in a Sandton mansion or drive around town in a luxury German saloon? After all, I don’t own these things, the bank does, right?” Right.
My personal view, in response to the question I posed at the start of this piece is that the so-called “racism” we experience as described above is nothing more than ignorance. Stupid, idiotic, narrow-minded ignorance. The worst thing about it though, is that we as black people perpetuate it. When we sit in staff meetings with answers to questions or really pertinent points to raise but don’t, we perpetuate it. When we don’t put our hands up to take on projects that would showcase our skills and talents, we deepen the perception that blacks can’t do anything. When we mimic the cries that the media and the “opposition” parties are after our politicians “just because their black”, we further tarnish our image in the eyes of “the others”.
We need to realize that the majority of our leaders are of the mindset best described by a Smuts Ngonyama quote from a few years back: they “didn’t join the struggle to be poor.” As a public, surely, we need to at some stage wake up and realize that regardless of the reasons people are pointing out fraud and corruption, the fraud and corruption is the issue at hand, not the colour of the perpetrators’ skin. Is a murder less of a murderer because he is black? I would like to think not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish to deny our political struggle icons and leaders, present and past any privileges or luxuries that may come with their positions, but the air of entitlement that they have and are instilling in the new leadership is scary.
To hear an early twenty-something year old talking about “I deserve this, and the government owes me that” is a problem. For a twenty-something year old to be going on about the oppression and racism he has to deal with every day at work speaks to me of a nation headed fast into the obscurity and self-destruction that has plagued so many once great African nations. This attitude, this sense of entitlement is what leads to corrupt, fraudulent, ineffective BLACK people. How can anyone ever create wealth and opportunity if they are of the mindset that they deserve it? On what basis?
I say we, as a people, need to get up off our asses and say enough. Not with our feet, not with our mouths or placards, and definitely not through violence and vandalism. We need to say enough through our actions. Next time you have something to say in a meeting but are afraid the “other people” will look at you funny because you’re black, say it anyway. Prove them wrong. Next time a project comes up within your community or business, don’t sit back because you are of the notion that “they” will look down on you, volunteer yourself. Prove them wrong, and in the process learn from the experience, grow yourself as a person so you can move onto bigger, greater things. Finally, the next time you think of uttering the words “you’re attacking him and his riches because he’s black”, in defence of your so-called leaders ask yourself, “am I really helping the cause, or am I just perpetuating the stereotype and in effect, promoting the racism?”
What is racism really? Is it people looking down on you because of the colour of your skin? Is it your boss not letting you take on projects because you’re black and THEREFOR you are incompetent? Is it people rolling their eyes at you when you go up to present or offer a suggestion at a staff meeting because, well, what do black people know? This it would seem, is the post-94 brand of racism that’s being bandied around our “Rainbow Nation”.
Julis, his ANCYL cronies, senior COSAS members and certain ANC members and their tenderpreneur buddies run around, inciting furor in the masses of poor, black South Africans making statements like “We must declare an economic war on the white capitalists and burn down their businesses if they refuse to give us our dues” and crying foul every time someone questions their lavish lifestyles. “Is it because I’m black that I’m not allowed to live in a Sandton mansion or drive around town in a luxury German saloon? After all, I don’t own these things, the bank does, right?” Right.
My personal view, in response to the question I posed at the start of this piece is that the so-called “racism” we experience as described above is nothing more than ignorance. Stupid, idiotic, narrow-minded ignorance. The worst thing about it though, is that we as black people perpetuate it. When we sit in staff meetings with answers to questions or really pertinent points to raise but don’t, we perpetuate it. When we don’t put our hands up to take on projects that would showcase our skills and talents, we deepen the perception that blacks can’t do anything. When we mimic the cries that the media and the “opposition” parties are after our politicians “just because their black”, we further tarnish our image in the eyes of “the others”.
We need to realize that the majority of our leaders are of the mindset best described by a Smuts Ngonyama quote from a few years back: they “didn’t join the struggle to be poor.” As a public, surely, we need to at some stage wake up and realize that regardless of the reasons people are pointing out fraud and corruption, the fraud and corruption is the issue at hand, not the colour of the perpetrators’ skin. Is a murder less of a murderer because he is black? I would like to think not. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish to deny our political struggle icons and leaders, present and past any privileges or luxuries that may come with their positions, but the air of entitlement that they have and are instilling in the new leadership is scary.
To hear an early twenty-something year old talking about “I deserve this, and the government owes me that” is a problem. For a twenty-something year old to be going on about the oppression and racism he has to deal with every day at work speaks to me of a nation headed fast into the obscurity and self-destruction that has plagued so many once great African nations. This attitude, this sense of entitlement is what leads to corrupt, fraudulent, ineffective BLACK people. How can anyone ever create wealth and opportunity if they are of the mindset that they deserve it? On what basis?
I say we, as a people, need to get up off our asses and say enough. Not with our feet, not with our mouths or placards, and definitely not through violence and vandalism. We need to say enough through our actions. Next time you have something to say in a meeting but are afraid the “other people” will look at you funny because you’re black, say it anyway. Prove them wrong. Next time a project comes up within your community or business, don’t sit back because you are of the notion that “they” will look down on you, volunteer yourself. Prove them wrong, and in the process learn from the experience, grow yourself as a person so you can move onto bigger, greater things. Finally, the next time you think of uttering the words “you’re attacking him and his riches because he’s black”, in defence of your so-called leaders ask yourself, “am I really helping the cause, or am I just perpetuating the stereotype and in effect, promoting the racism?”
Tuesday 13 September 2011
Title at the end
This is my second post, a little less heavy than the first. I'm pretty sure some, if not all of you have felt like this before. At the request of my tweep @ObakengMooke (http://twitter.com/ObakengMooke), I've left the title for the end of the piece:) enjoy:
Ready and alert, I sit at my desk to work
Mouse in my right hand, keyboard at my fingertips
I gaze at the screen, and there I see your lips
Your stare catches mine, my eyes glaze over
You have that effect on me
I look away, but gently, sweetly, softly
You caress my cheek and my head tilts slowly to my left
I try to fight you off of me but I am at your behest
You taunt me, tease me, make my body tingle
Your touch feels so good, so right…I need you, I want you…
…but I can’t. Not here. Not now.
Wish as I might, I can’t give in to your demands
I wriggle and shake, break myself free from your command
At this very moment, in the middle of the day you must let me be,
But tonight baby, it’s you and me
Sweet, loving, peaceful, tender…
…sleep.
Ready and alert, I sit at my desk to work
Mouse in my right hand, keyboard at my fingertips
I gaze at the screen, and there I see your lips
Your stare catches mine, my eyes glaze over
You have that effect on me
I look away, but gently, sweetly, softly
You caress my cheek and my head tilts slowly to my left
I try to fight you off of me but I am at your behest
You taunt me, tease me, make my body tingle
Your touch feels so good, so right…I need you, I want you…
…but I can’t. Not here. Not now.
Wish as I might, I can’t give in to your demands
I wriggle and shake, break myself free from your command
At this very moment, in the middle of the day you must let me be,
But tonight baby, it’s you and me
Sweet, loving, peaceful, tender…
…sleep.
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