Oracle


In between awake and sleep, I fall into my dreams
Bigger than you, wider than me
More accurate than tarot cards; trick or treat?
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree
My predictions are as good as the scriptures
Would you rather Aesop's fables or the book of Proverbs
What's a teenage mother to the fatherless?
What's a history lesson to a politician's promise?
It takes more than gene pools to break a bad habit
Fear and hope assures your own demise
Faith and action is your only compromise
The probable game of life:
Capable of anything and everything
Prophecy or encouragement?
Delusion or conviction?
Full circle, the end is absolute
Miracles are for desperate people
Desperately wicked lies in all of us
It creeps up on the unexpected, a circumstance
Machines are not enough so God is not enough
The lines on your palms are not a coincidence 
What’s incense to a fume?
What’s the church hall to my crystal ball?

The Legacy

Life is so unbalanced, biased and unfair.
You can have everything and yet have nothing.
You can have nothing and yet have everything.

And you know what pisses me off the most?  The flapping of gums, chiming away about this old legacy. If the wisest man on earth reduced everything in life to vanity, why continue?

Legacy is a lazy motherfucker...passing through the airwaves of time.   She or he comes in many shapes and sizes, evolving constantly. She reinvents herself daily and is hidden in the hearts and minds of many. Legacy is imprinted on the hands of fathers and in the mouths of mothers.  And I am freaking annoyed by her.

Legacy, wherever you are in my, heart, mind, soul, potential grave or my future generation's memory. You are parasitic, unpredictable and an opportunist. Am I supposed to spend 70 % of my time worrying about making enough for spoilt grandchildren to brag about aimlessly.

Legacy I leave with nothing. I toil day and night for my name to be remembered by a world that forgets so easily. The only person that will appreciate me is the earth herself. The soil. The ground. Something we despise, we protect ourselves from, forgetting that she is one us. In fact she is merely a misshaped and a devalued distant cousin.

I am jealous of you, Legacy.  You are nothing but sound particles escaping through air. Even if I built a magnificent sculpture tomorrow, my hands are nothing but a concept, an idea or an imagination. I myself will not meet the people I would have inspired. But you Legacy, you receive all the accolades. You hang gloriously on walls, sit gracefully in museums, your name is written down in examination papers and adopted by surviving relatives.

Don't get me wrong, I am grateful for those who have inspired me; passing on their legacy. I'll work hard, I'll use my talents, push the bar, boundaries, glass ceiling whatever the challenge may be, so that I'll be a mere shadow of the past. I will be one of many who made it past the delivery room, as we watch you from afar  as you adorn our long awaited trophies.

I've decided my mantra in life is that it all amounts to nothing...flat line...0. Except of course, if you are into the legacy thing. Yet I am still looking for an experience of a lifetime. In the moment, within the hour, day, month or years to come. I want to enjoy life. I don't want to look back and say "...oh by the way this is what I've accomplished..". I want to experience every god given moment and know I've lived for at least a mili second. It may be 0 but you make it count, you add up the numbers.

All in all. Live. Love. Laugh.

Amusan.

The Science of Aesthetics

I must say this. I am listening to a mac miller instrumental and chilling in the London humid heat. Glowing and shit. OK. 

Dictionary.com's definition of  aesthetics:
1.      pertaining to a sense of the beautiful or to the science of aesthetics.
2.
having a sense of the beautiful; characterized by a love ofbeauty.
3.
pertaining to, involving, or concerned with pure emotion andsensation as opposed to pure intellectuality.


Now that I've finished copying and pasting the first three definitions of aesthetics, I will dive in. 

There's something so electronic about the word aesthetics. I've read a few articles on the Eurocentrism of beauty. It seems like we are programmed to accept this 'look' that is paraded through fashion week, advertisement campaigns, warping our own ideas of image and we punish ourselves when we don't fit into the mould. It reminds me of the VO5 extreme style advert. Well, only if you let it.





Yes, beauty is a science; there are multiple facets to the concept of beauty. However, I don’t consider beauty to be predictable and I think it’s taken far too seriously to equate it to knowledge or a science. I've contradicted myself there, as I've chosen to see both sides of the coin. 



I’ve found that anything that looks broken, unusual, and doesn’t fit in, I am drawn to it and I dub it as beautiful. I see beauty as more of an emotion rather than a physical description of an individual’s appearance. I cannot categorise it or label it as good, better or best. I guess you can say this is my notion on beauty; a person exudes beauty, they don't look the part they just are.



For instance I think my feet are beautiful. I’ve had an abundance of critics say otherwise and I’ve even had someone offer to buy me a pumice stone. Large toes and broken skin tells a story. I love walking. Hey, it’s what I do to clear my head and unfortunately my feet suffer from terrible shoes, bad posture and an inability to balance. And who has time to slave away over feet that no one will ever see except you happen to be in my house or for some reason or another I chose to wear open toe sandals (of course I use the pumice stone when they are going to be exposed).



It could be that I am deliberately fighting against an ideal that is constantly shoved into my face in advertisements, my fashionista friends and so on. I don’t like it. Every shop I go into is a clone of every other shop. I can’t be original anymore. My look is seasonal. If you have noticed, everyone is trying to be different and inevitably we all end up looking the same. On the other hand, I just find it difficult to call anything ugly, there most be some beauty inside there somewhere. 



Appearance is important. It’s the first thing we see but who are we to decide what is beautiful or not. A friend of mine asked what the complexion of my partner was and after hearing the reply, suggested I was dark enough already and maybe I should go lighter. Why do we do this to ourselves? I also find it laughable how exotic Alek Wek is but yet she still gets flack for her look. I wish she walked the runway during my primary school days. I also cringe at the fact that I mentioned earlier that 'unusual' was associated with beauty. I feel nowadays models are awkward looking, waxy human mannequins just for us to gawk at, which I applaud and despise at the same time. Essentially the model doesn’t matter the clothes do (the clothes that go up to a size 14 and rather cater for a minority of the western civilisation). I watched The Wright Stuff (A British talk show on current affairs) recently and one of the topics asked whether fashion boutiques that targeted plus sized individuals encouraged obesity. For me it doesn’t. What do you want them to wear? A huge grey t-shirt from Marks and Spencer? Yup they’re always grey, black or white, God forbid colour.



Emotion trumps appearance.That’s my take on Aesthetics. It sounds like a medical procedure doesn’t it?