Hire Me already

I work for an HR consultancy firm and contrary to what most people think, we are not the ones who give out jobs! We are middle men, brokers if I may say. We are just getting paid to do someone else’s work, let us say we thrive off HR departments being understaffed and hence the need for outsourcing.

The nature of my job description hence dictates that I spend alot of time looking through people’s resumes and I am slowly but surely becoming an expert in writing a good resume/CV. I have tailored mine to many jobs and perfected it to make sure I do not undersell myself like many of us are in the habit of doing. You may be able to impress, once hired, you might even be able to blow the interview panel away, “if given a chance” like most of you write but with a bad CV, we will never get to know that for sure. Your CV is your introduction, it is what total strangers use to decide whether you are worth their time. Harsh but true.

A good CV is not hard to create if you understand what is considered important in a resume. According to me, these are the things that are key to a good resume

1. Where you’ve worked

2. How long you worked there

3. What you did/have  done; and this does not refer to your job title, but what were you actually involved in and how did it contribute to the bottom line?

It really is that simple, the rest are just details. It goes without saying that you should include your personal and contact information; and in this day an age, everyone really ought to have an email address.

Another really simple thing that many take for granted is presentation. Yes, it matters what font you use. While Ms Script might look appealing for poetry, it does not work in your favour when trying to present your most serious self. Always do a spell check, mind your spacing and a well aligned document speaks volumes about the person who prepared it. All it boils down to is, take some time and put some real effort into this document and maybe you’ll get that call back that you never seem to. I say maybe because there are many factors at play but remember, always lead with your best foot forward.

That said, I need to go apply to a certain media house if you will excuse me.

Replacements For The Phrase "I Love You"

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As we all know, few things have grown more worn down and shoddy with overuse than the words “I love you.” When strung together, you could elicit everything from what a couple says before they slip a ring onto each other’s finger, all the way to a sorority girl’s proclamation to the roommate she’s “married” to on Facebook. The term has lost some meaning. So, though they may be a bit cumbersome, I propose a few new terms that more succinctly get to the heart of the matter. This, my friends, is true love.

“I would pick you up at the airport at 7 AM, not even the airport that’s closest to me — the one you have to take 1-95 to get to. I’d go there even if there wasn’t a McDonald’s on the way to get some hash browns and McMuffins. I would settle for gas station breakfast…

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Kisses on the neck

I want to kiss you on the neck, my Love;

more intimately than when I kiss you on the cheek

but without the usual-ness of a kiss on the lips.

I want to know you more; this kiss seems to suggest,

to whisper to you secrets about me. Intimacy

I want to breathe you in and hold it.

I’m making memories.

I’m etching your scent into the core of my very being. Spirit

My arms around your neck, yours around my waist…
I am my Beloved’s and He is mine. Ownership

 

I am intoxicated with Love,

not a single thought of my own do I still hold, we are one.

You are mindful of me and my mind is full of you.

My mind is you. Surrender

Your eyes my horizon, my mirror,

I behold to see who I am.

You are my definition!

My every move is chartered by your Word;

promises to whom impossibility is impossible;

repentance is unknown. Vows

You smile and beauty engulfs me.

I want to kiss you on the neck, my love.

That Corner

That Corner, my corner

I miss you…
I miss you!
I know you are probably
just going through the process, your process.
This is how you deal with all the stress;
Everyone wanting a piece of you
and you wanting the best of yourself.

So you have withdrawn to your place,
your shell, your cocoon,
your growing place, your recovering place.
I know I should be glad,
if I’m to say I care for you,
I should be glad
because this makes you much better.

After all this, I’d wished…
I was hoping we could get some time,
just you and I
to just be;
to be what we have been stopping ourselves from being,
to be what we did not want others to watch us being,
us, to be us.

We have answers to discover from each other,
sentences yet to complete together,
memories whose creation is far from complete.
There are words just at the tip of my tongue
that I am itching to say,
“mine, yours, his, ours…”

I want to be held,
by you,
as my fingers discover you;
smooth parts, tender parts,
firm places, your places, finding our places.

But you, my mysterious one, wear a façade;
your face a prism,
every sunrise sees the birth of yet another hue.
You holding out your hand,
whisper me out of my cocoon
but when I get to this place that gives me chills,
this place, memories of which hurt my heart,
I cannot see you,
yet it’s you who called me out here.

Now I am cold and alone and scared.
Is it me? Did you get tired of the wait?
Did you move on just as I moved on,
from my past unto you
who seemed like my future?

So I withdraw,
with my head hung low,
I retreat back to that corner, my corner
and push up against the wall so hard
seeking a place where your light can not rest.
I will not hear you anymore when you call me out,
you will not see me because you never stay…
You just keep walking away from me.

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Bitter Sweet

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Most people wait for a show to end to give a review, that is the practice, it is understandable. However, I am not big on conforming to norms. I want to do something different. I mean hasn’t the Lantern Meet of poets influenced me that much.

On friday and saturday, this week, the lantern meet of poets will be staging its 8th recital. 5 years on and still growing strong. Though I have only been with you barely a year, I am proud of you. This recital is special. This group of poets has been known to have social conscious poetry and most believe they are against the

“Romeo, oh Romeo kind of poetry”

This production entitled “Bittersweet” is a love themed recital seeking to show the bitter and sweet side of love. The frustrated love, Society’s view on love and fulfilled love. Many of the performers will be making their stage debut in this recital while others are seasoned performers.

In short, this is going to be the best event of the year, regardless of what happens after this weekend. This is going to be the best event of the year.

Kitu Kidogo

Something happened with the under sea cables of my mobile internet service providers and my mobile internet went off. Now this meant that I actually had to start paying to use the internet and I could only use it at specific hours of the day, key word here being day. No more falling asleep while writing poetic notes on face book about my day pretending I was just having a “creative moment”. Now, I would never in my right mind use the word addict in reference to myself, but I really missed face book. Life felt weird without my usual communication with my friends and my daily fix of anonymously visiting some people’s walls/timelines. Yes, I at times have stalker-ish tendencies.

Seeing as this had already happened, I decided to take some time off face book and seek God or rather find myself in God once again. Day 1 wasn’t so bad. Hey, I even managed to fast!!!! I honestly hadn’t done that in a really long while. Some of the other things I was taking a break from included going out dancing, stressing about my writing, some members of a certain species… et. c. In other words, almost anything fun. “Why would anyone do that?” you may ask. Simple. It had stopped being fun. It almost felt meaningless and it was all taking from me without giving to me, I was drained. “..empty bliss is the deepest form of emptiness..” a friend whose work I admire once wrote. It had become empty bliss! The first week was all good but just like any addict knows, these things are not easy to walk away from especially if you had never realized or accepted how far deep you had fallen. I had fallen deep, really deep.

Since I had taken time off to date God, this was all about Him; or so I kept telling myself and my many friends (I needed accountability). So I start missing everything I had decided to rest from. Rephrase, these things started to pursue me. Every where I turned I was presented with an effortless opportunity to break my vow. I wonder if marriage is like that, the moment you say I do, all the vultures come out! Anyway, so back to the pursuit. I didn’t want to run. These things were offering themselves to ME!!!! I mean that doesn’t happen everyday. On one of my numerous dates with my beloved father God, I had a light bulb moment.

“Face book isn’t really bad for me;” I started “I’ve signed up for almost all the preachers and pages that post scriptures so I actually have the word before me all the time.”

Silence.

“I am able to find out how my friends who are far are and I can even pray for them” I continued “my relationships are dying. Besides I used to post scriptures and write notes about your love and salvation. Most of my friends aren’t even saved but I am quite sure they read those notes. I would share links from my blog that just had word”

Now, by this time, I was also convinced about what I was saying. Truly convinced that without face book, my spiritual life was deteriorating.

Having made my point about fb heard and being convinced I’d sold it and sold it well, I progressed to writing. You see, I was supposed to be on a writing break. I was even supposed to stop reading other peoples’ work. But then, I had been invited for a poetry recital.

“I have never been to one of these” I reasoned “and there is someone whose performance I’ve heard a lot of and really want to see what the fuss is all about” (in all honesty, I did want to see what all the fuss was about “his delivery of lines”) It was to be a one time thing anyway.

I moved swiftly on to the next item on my list, arguing its case as well. This was tricky because…it was really tricky. It was about some members of a certain species that for lack of better words have a tendency to “make my heart beat faster”. At first, there was one, then it was two, then it was three, then it became two again but sometimes it goes back to one and not always the same one. I told you it was tricky. The negotiation wasn’t so much “should I talk to them?” but more of “how should I reply this message? The way I want to or the most sensible way that will not encourage anything (the non-fun way)?” it wasn’t “should I see him?” but more of “so if he really means nothing, how come even without thinking of this person, I manage to dream about him every other day” yes, every other day!

“He is lost, he seems to be hurting, I just want to love him to Jesus” I said of one “how will I tell him of your love if I exorcise him, I need to speak to him”

“You keep making our paths cross” I said of the other one “and even when they don’t, I see him in my dreams even when I distinctly made it clear that I want it to stop. It is not my fault that he is on my mind then. Are you sure you are not trying to tell me something?”

All along, in all situations, I knew the answer. I was just hoping that maybe God would change it. Its not as if He was forcing me to do anything, Wisdom simply wanted what is best for me and wanted me to trust Him for it, His timing, and His way.

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When wisdom enters into your heart and knowledge is pleasant to your soul; Discretion shall preserve you and understanding shall keep you.
Proverbs 2:10-11

Ruined by the society I live in and my own fallen-ness, I thought maybe just maybe if I could find some leverage, I could do some arm twisting, get God to secretly open his palm for me to place my worthless bribe!!!!!

of women, fake hair , low self esteem and betraying “their kind”

A dear friend of mine wrote this, I just had to share it because I agree with her 100%

HAIR At the Last lantern meet, me and my gender were attacked about our ‘westernness’ they picked and clung to a sensitive topic, our hair. I was scolded for using hair extensions a.k.a fake hair.Archiebald took me aside and put me in a mini African history/philosophy and self esteem class, Patrick massa sent me to tell my sisters that they(dudes)hate our hair, Daniel Nuwamanya stuffed Laurin Hill’s dreadlocks up my nostrils, Manzi Solomon told me I was plunging Uganda into further economic depression. Peter Kagayi didn’t waste words, he got physical he kept flipping my braid into my face and yanking at them while in the meet. Its like I fell in a bunch of bible thumping Christians who were exorcising some demon from my head. It just so happens that my spoken is wanting, and so all I kept saying was some silly but meaningful statement “I want my braids,leave them alone!” but here is the stuff I failed to encase in words

‘REASONS WHY GIRLS DO THEIR HAIR’  which was falsely answered by Patrick Massa who said that we do it to impress guys. This is a myth before/when you are seated on your butt or having your head up a heater the last thing at the back of your head is a guy. The thoughts like ‘ok I don`t have to comb for months’ or ‘God I had better like what I see’. Now when it comes to hair its more of a relationship between a woman and her hair, there is rarely another party involved. To many women their hair is sacred to them, and although a positive attitude may influence what they do to it, it is very unlikely that a negative opinion will sway them. There are scores of women whose spouses, religions and societies forbid them to grow hair or do anything foreign to it, their hair extensions a.k.a fake hair and chemicals are hugely frowned upon but these women go ahead and do what they like to their hair this just shows you that it has nothing to do with impressing anyone. We love our hair, we wanna keep it, sometimes long sometimes soft ..let us be.Yes, maybe women are just vain,narcissistic creatures and (not something to be proud of but blame it on the potter or Science). A woman, I know can spend a jolly time alone in a mirror hoping from one foot to another making cute faces and cooing at herself and I don`t know one who does that around on any man who takes their fancy. Its not pretense no, truth is the people we seek to impress most are ourselves.

CHANGING HAIR STYLES FREQUENTLY WITH FAKE HAIR Now I know how much we change our hair styles from long extensions to red hair to curly to spiky. Still its not to impress we just get bored with the look and there is nothing wrong with liking diversity, If God didn`t like diversity the world would be clothed in one colour or it would be one vast plain, and aren’t we fragments of God? Why are you surprised then if some gender X acts the same. Maybe you don`t raise hair on you heads (Men) but you have different shirts plain ones, dull ones, bright one, tartaned.. There are some men who change hair too a `lot one minute they have a good head of hair then they mow it then they raise a moustache and slash it. I don`t want to assume why y`all do this but I`ll risk speaking on your behalf that you do it for the same reasons as us to look good and not to impress every girl we meet.

FEELING GOOD ABOUT ONE`S SELF/ SELF ESTEEM Dear Archibald, Now I totally agree with you black women can rock bald heads or their natural hair and we don`t have to look foreign to look beautiful (and we don`t set out to look foreign by the way). I know how important it is to derive that good feeling or self love from things within, intangible things but please understand it is a broken world we live in and at times it can come down on anyone like a tonne of bricks and then it becomes hard to see anything to make you smile or a reason to walk while whistling but you should know that a dying man can clutch at a straw and in this case if it is hair extensions a mile long, cologne or a pair of nike sneakers needed to jump start your good feeling, please, so be it . You can`t separate the inside from the outside Archie, they go hand in hand. These external things are crutches that help us walk when we fall in, we shouldn`t depend on them no, but again we are not gods. . .

WOMEN ARE PLUNGING THE WORLD /AFRICA INTO ECONOMIC DEPRESSION,INJECTING BILLIONS OF MONEY INTO FOREIGN ECONOMIES BY BUYING THEIR HAIR PRODUCTS. WHILE OUR CHILDREN STARVE WE SWISH LONG PURPLE HAIR. Dear Manzi Solomon, You are not wrong we do spend money on these things and yes we have enough hungry children , naked with only flies for company running these streets,so on behalf of myself and every woman of child bearing age who feeds the west with our money I apologise but please someone raise your hand if you are wearing or have anything or two that have made in Uganda or made in Lesotho on them. Almost everything we use, food stuffs, the cars, phones and your colognes, shaving creams, condoms, I can bet my womb on it they do not come from these lands or an island near. Yes we do give lots of our money which is not even enough to those folks but they are not to blame and neither are we. They worked hard, invested in their economies and built monster industries bringing the world at their doorstep with bowls. Don`t hate on them or us the customers so much we should be bashing our heads on the walls for being lazy , corrupt , not innovative etc. Or you can bring out the classical blame on the whites about how they exploited, raped our land, took all our wealth and the strongest of our men . You should have recovered by now(what should the Japanese say about the Hiroshima and Nagasaki event I mean their kids are born retarded crippled even their soil is poisoned and yet they are not a third world country because of that so all Africans with this mantra on their lips get over yourselves). Point is, we have no choice n everybody consumes western stuff not only women. Manzi, there are worse evils on these soils than child bearing women plaiting their hair trust me buying Korean hair, extensions is at the bottom of that list I`ll mail you a list of evils that runs from here to Alaska of things that people have done and have wounded this land. No, two wrongs do not make a right but what we do is not up there with child sacrifice , slavery , swindling funds for minorities or paedophilia. We have done lots of good for this country too outside beautifying ourselves, give us some credit and you force me to point fingers but men are leading in crime everywhere. Also Lots of women who have not got a chance at education or could not understand the western education stuff are making a living out of “women`s obsession with their hair” . You have no clue how many kids would go unschooled and supper-less if Women stopped doing their hair. You have no clue . PS. I can promise you one thing if a hair extension making industry opens up here I`ll offer them my love, money and scalp. Manzi and archie on the case of chemicals, that’s true that shit aint good but, what isn’t cancerous shaving cream and perfume aint herbs u know..

WE ARE ALL GUILTY Lastly ,I wasn’t arguing with you all the time in my head,I agree and learnt a lot from what you said. You guys are all right,we should embrace our culture and everything that we are, it is true that media and its western content has taken toll on us, and yes lots of women have done all sorts of things to themselves and spiralled out of control, I’d like to see all of us elevating what is our own and being African in every sense of the word but please don’t throw large rocks at women or women only, for sending their Africanness down a rocky terrain. We are all guilty,we are media creations at some point, everybody is. Here is an unexhaustive list of guilty people who ought to go slow when stoning women and there white ways: if you are obsessed with King James version English if you cant get over Shakespeare and emulate his style, he aint a nigger u know. if you love wearing clothes from Italian designers if you wear cologne if you watch foreign sports, football, when Africa drops out of the African league stop watching or go watch Zzana Fc live at a local stadium. If you are very proud of having a good command of any western language If you do not worship a local deity If you watch white movies and think Tyler Perry (who by the way employs lots of black people like) and Nigerian movies are wack. If you are obsessed with or use gadgets If you like white music If you don’t wear kanzus or backcloth If you like foreign alcohol Like i said, this list is not exhaustive. We have been influenced by the western world deeply, men and women alike, its not only about hair extensions or what women consume, so stop crucifying our sex. You need to go easy on us because truth is we are all changelings. Phewks! I feel better