All about Boyz II Men
They'll always be definitive for me cos I identify with their music.
Allow me to wallow in my melancholy...
How do I say goodbye to what we had?
The good times that made us laugh
Outweigh the bad.
I thought we’d get to see forever
But forever’s gone away
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
I don’t know where this road
Is going to lead
All I know is where we’ve been
And what we’ve been through.
If we get to see tomorrow
I hope it’s worth all the wait
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
And I’ll take with me the memories
To be my sunshine after the rain
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday.
And hope for the future...
Baby I’m so glad your here
’cause I have so many things to tell you
So many things to talk to you about
’cause you’re the strength I hold onto
And I hope I’m the strength that you hold onto
So we can strive together and be perfect
'til death do us part
The night is gone the morning here
And soon it’s time to talk about
Where we stand and where we plan
To be in life long years I need to know
I keep crying tears of joy
I guess that’s what you’re put here for
To change these tears of pain
To tears of happiness
Through the trying times
Trying to get the best of me
I’m still finding time to show I care
With my crying eyes
I see contentment because of you
Trials and tribulations build up walls
In front of faces made of stone
Yet we stand strong enough
To break the walls down to journey on
But I know if we just bond our hearts
There will be nothing that will stand in our way
And we’ll be together forever and a day
Monday, July 04, 2005
Duality
No this is not about cheating on a girl.
I've just been through some extremes on the emotional scale and it's left me wondering...
'Bout life, the elusive inexplicable spark.
I was with Lisa. I knew her.
If ever there be a chronicle about me let it be when it comes to she:
And Paudah lay with Lisa and KNEW her.
This woman renewed my faith in humanity as a whole.
I'm not alone in this world. There are people like me, who talk like me, think like me, act like me but most important of all, understand me.
She's shown me that. Drawn me out of my shell, stripped me of my layers, exposed me to the elements. And loved me. Bolstered my strengths, strengthened my weaknesses, weakened my fears.
We shared what is fast beginning to seem like a fairytale. Days of bliss cocooned from this mad world we live in.
And as if right on cue I get back and find my buddy is throwing a big engagement party which under Malawian law is recognised as a traditional marriage.
Beautiful huh? That such things still happen. People fall in Love, propose, MARRY, make lifelong vows, have babies.
Then like a slap in the face on the way back from this happy event a car with our buddies in it bursts a tyre and crashes.
Three dead:
There is an emptiness that comes not out of NOT feeling but rather from feeling too much.
A dead place within and without that is bleak beyond comprehension.
There is an awareness of the temporality of life. A cold whisper over your shivering spine when you realise how easily you could be dead.
And there is a loss that you refuse to acknowledge because every part of you cannot accept it, wants it different.
I'm an emotional git, especially when it comes to friends. I believe in that all-out, open-hearted, come-what-may kinda friendship. Sometimes I get as good as I give and these guys were like that. Not my closest buddies but the sort of people you didn't mind having around anytime. Who could listen in when guys talked about sensitive stuff. Part of the crew, always in on the stuff we would do.
These are the guys I wanted around when we're old and gray on a family outing telling each other about what the kids have been up to and laughing when we recognised each other in their behaviour.
Rest in Peace my brothers, Mola awe nanyi hata na milele.
See you at the crossroads, like the Bone thugs say:
"...we living our lives to eternal our souls..."
I've just been through some extremes on the emotional scale and it's left me wondering...
'Bout life, the elusive inexplicable spark.
I was with Lisa. I knew her.
If ever there be a chronicle about me let it be when it comes to she:
And Paudah lay with Lisa and KNEW her.
This woman renewed my faith in humanity as a whole.
I'm not alone in this world. There are people like me, who talk like me, think like me, act like me but most important of all, understand me.
She's shown me that. Drawn me out of my shell, stripped me of my layers, exposed me to the elements. And loved me. Bolstered my strengths, strengthened my weaknesses, weakened my fears.
We shared what is fast beginning to seem like a fairytale. Days of bliss cocooned from this mad world we live in.
And as if right on cue I get back and find my buddy is throwing a big engagement party which under Malawian law is recognised as a traditional marriage.
Beautiful huh? That such things still happen. People fall in Love, propose, MARRY, make lifelong vows, have babies.
Then like a slap in the face on the way back from this happy event a car with our buddies in it bursts a tyre and crashes.
Three dead:
- S- The most bubbly guy you ever met with a mischievous smile and a twinkle in his eye, easy-going fellow, instantly unforgettable when met
- T- His sister. I never met her... now I never will
- M- The soldier, humble, laid back and fiercely faithul, almost to a fault, to those he counts as friends. He & I would play the nannies of our drunken crew when out on the scene. The kinda guy you knew had your back if anything got outta hand
There is an emptiness that comes not out of NOT feeling but rather from feeling too much.
A dead place within and without that is bleak beyond comprehension.
There is an awareness of the temporality of life. A cold whisper over your shivering spine when you realise how easily you could be dead.
And there is a loss that you refuse to acknowledge because every part of you cannot accept it, wants it different.
I'm an emotional git, especially when it comes to friends. I believe in that all-out, open-hearted, come-what-may kinda friendship. Sometimes I get as good as I give and these guys were like that. Not my closest buddies but the sort of people you didn't mind having around anytime. Who could listen in when guys talked about sensitive stuff. Part of the crew, always in on the stuff we would do.
These are the guys I wanted around when we're old and gray on a family outing telling each other about what the kids have been up to and laughing when we recognised each other in their behaviour.
Rest in Peace my brothers, Mola awe nanyi hata na milele.
See you at the crossroads, like the Bone thugs say:
"...we living our lives to eternal our souls..."
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