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Until I discovered something precious, I have been a dog! I had ever walked around and I had never stopped. Sometimes I just changed the environment and I had never changed from being a dog.

My behaviors,my imaginations, my actions, almost after those of a dog, or maybe a chihuahua. Funny enough, I just liked being a dog, because I never saw any essence of living as human.

After a dog ages a little, it can be sold or given to someone as a gift, the same way I was given to my parents ,then eventually they gave me to school. I despised the nature by putting up with my weird minds.

That kind of mind was very dangerous. The mind is still dangerous to anyone who may have it today. I remember I could do a mistake ,not one or two. I repeated some mistakes unknowingly. For some, I committed knowingly.

A dog vomit and returns to its vomit. (Luke 16:21)
I wondered which direction I could take. What I knew was that I had to make a move, even if it meant in neither direction. A dog can just wake up and decide to make a move.Who tells the dog to make a move? Does it have a job so that it should wake up earlier to avoid brushing shoulders with the boss. Does it even sleep? Yes it does.

Even when it’s daytime,and some hours in the night too.Just like that dog,I also found myself awake at 3 in the morning engulfed in sharp strikes of thoughts, sometimes I even didn’t sleep for fear of insecurities. I was ever suspicious of what would await me the following day, or even in those dark hours.

I could relate the way I breathed during sunny days. I could relate the way I was turned bitter and talkative whenever I was offended. I could also relate the way I got happy and sang joy whenever I approached my fine days.

I listened to the barking dogs outside. They were either offended, or in other words, they were just expressing their feelings of happiness as they prepared to tackle their night duties.

My life and that of a dog was just one of the allusions I used to make those days. I was never reading the word of God. I could not understand how human in nature I was. i sometimes imagined that I was no longer human. Was I just another version of a dog in a different architect that God had constructed? Little did I know.

In Genesis 2:7, the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life. And man became a living soul!

od did not make a body and inserted a soul into it as you can do to an envelope. Rather, he formed man from the dust, he breathed divine breath into it and by doing this, he made body of dust live. Thus, the body did not embody a soul, it just became a soul, a soul that is alive.

Being a living soul means there is even a continuation of life after death. There is also a sure instinct that human beings have the ability to know what is right and what is wrong, a habit that animals never have.

Earlier, God had made beast of earth after his kind, cattle after his kind, and everything that creape on earth after his kind, including dogs! He never breathed a breath of life in the dog. Therefore there is no way a human being can be in the same rank as the dog and as among all other creatures. No one has this feeling unless he is not exposed to the word of God and meditate upon it.

I can draw a conclusion that human life is like a boat surrounded by the sea. Only the compass can save it from getting off the direction. The word of God is the direction of our lives. Without the word, our lives are likely to get swayed by our imaginations, our bad company and even the antichrist.

Many people nowadays act like animals not because they like it.There is lack of exposure to the word of God. Even if there is, then meditation upon it is never their concern.Treating others as a means is one of the traits of animals. A human being should treat other human beings as an end.
Reading the word helps us grow strong spiritully buy feeding our souls as human beings.The word helps us to even pray more. It makes us aware of our surrounding and guides us to the true God. One will never get lost in his instincts or be swayed by the winds of this earth. Read the word of God. It is the life for human beings.

You are human. No dog shall resemble you. You shall never be a dog even if you decide that your actions should bear resemblance to its action.

When you don’t read, you will be anything. When you read, you will be a treasure.

By Maloba Titus
They have eaten stones. When I say stones, I mean stones. They are camels. The real mules that the experts from Morocco would ever want. Do you know of any? Well, keep it for yourself, or else if you say it, it would kill your mammy.

I was told by my grandma that a man who cries before a woman is a coward. I can still meditate upon it even days. Believe me, I have not yet come to understand what she really meant.

I’m pretty sure that you have come across a calm dog. I doubt however, that you have met a lion that has been rained on. Let’s leave animals alone and focus on human beings. Have you ever met a man? A man that is stable. A man that is balanced. A man who has things going right for him. I’m sure that there are men who are even more than that. A man who is not easily swayed by lies. One who trusts himself, and this has nothing to do with Christianity.

This is a guy whose visualization can be tracked by pixels, tracked by himself. He can never live any experience fail to get a lesson from it. It is the man whose house is built on the rock, cemented with concrete. No rain shall melt it down. No wind can blow it away.

You want to know how I would describe a simping man? Not a rich man. Not a wealthy man. A simping man. They normally simp in their love affairs as well as at their work place to their bosses.

There are two kinds of men; the one who always know your weird intentions, or good intentions then there is the one who simps only to fix himself as a survivor.

All these guys are precarious. They all reach this point of being provoked to anger for long. Too much speaking without listening to them is a hoe to the hairdresser. They only remain strong to let the outcome intervene

The one informed of your ‘pure’ intentions, get used to understanding you, without allowing himself appear stupid. He is ever watchful of your words and therefore very sensitive to his feedbacks. You will hear them say ‘sorry’ even if you are the one who has wronged him. So boring!

For the one who fixes for survival, they are always afraid of the outcomes. They always possess a clean heart for love but the love keeps deteriorating gradually. They usually lack the best words to express their anger and therefore end up saying ‘sorry’. In real sense, this man is getting tired of you.

Simping men are never good. They always have something hidden in their mind and cannot easily reveal it.Some of them are for pure motherly background behavior, but some are brought up by experience. The experience that you pretty girls bring up. Stop taking men this far.

Stop doing that to me, Norah.

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Heartbreaks! My monthly events. I have fallen in love for so long, and fallen many hearts too. How would I even do this? I have tried dating twins, and even orphans, I have been seen walking over them. A sponsor was my previous lover, but after all, we broke up. This thing…

This present coalition is giving me sleepless nights. It feels like instant attraction with a bit of nervousness. It is the feeling of butterflies in my stomach that I feel every night when she touches me that makes me mad. You have never felt this thing. It is an intense feeling of joy, that can also feel a bit unsure because it feels so strong.

I guess it is the best one ever. I have found pleasure in it. Nothing is so enjoyable for me than having a weird idea and implementing it with my weird lover.Our instincts aren’t always on target, but if we have got a funny feeling about the requests of our consciousness,we just agree to meet the risks. I guess we are evil, lost souls.

I don’t mean that we dont go to church. We just go to church but not so consistently. If it’s reading the Bible, we read and meditate on it daily. Each one has a duty to pray on certain days. This doesn’t mean we look so holy. We are sometimes in our own world. Sometimes I even become worried of our weird minds.

Some days,we decide not to sleep at night.We later sleep the whole of the following day. Some of our mornings starts at twelve noon. For us, there is nothing bad to worry about. Watching movies, reading our favorite stories, gossiping about our friends and of course cuddling is our usual daily duties.

We have to refer each one of us to some nasty names and nobody feels bad about it. I can’t wait to be called ‘Umbwa’. She also can’t wait to be called ‘bro’. How do we afford this? I feel so comfortable. It doesn’t look bad as if somebody else would make me feel by calling me ‘Umbwa’. Am impressed by the way she smells when she is sometimes careless with her hygiene.

The hyperhidrosis under my armpits whenever I come from jim doesn’t feel something messy on her nose . I never feel like somebody is secretly judging me. If we are lovers, then we are more than lovers. If we are friends, then we are more than friends.

Some games are so unbearable. However, we can’t evade this. Why should someone sit on my head. The feeling of somebody’s butts on my head. Literally, she sits on my head and do more weird things but there is nothing bad.

The penalties I have whenever I loose in games is another unavoidable ‘good’ hell.I have to switch off all the lights when I fail to mention her name 230 times in 30 seconds.
Why do the so called ‘holy ‘ behave like the way they behave? I once tasted one and I really felt unworthy.This guy’s everything went above me.

Looks were not deceiving but I felt deceived. Was she really mine? Every evening was awful for me. I was ever in troubles whenever Sunday was the day because I was forced to introduce myself to her church boys. Little did I know that that one church boy, Hosea, was her main chick, or rather her ever crolling cock. I was then heartbroken.

I am no longer missing my ex. I have everything I wanted.These days, I go anywhere I want with or without my ‘bro’. I nolonger have to explain myself in quarrels. Everything is in position even when I ain’t the one positioning. We are in love and best friends too.

I can’t leave my lost soul. I will always save you from getting lost. I love you Nekesa.

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