FUCK THIS SHIT CALLED BLOGGING

There is total frustration in this revered field of illusion called blogging. I want to surmise on my blog so far. The blog stats are deplorable. Writing like a wordsmith using words that are indeed sentimental and more so invigorating as opposed to enervating has become so big a challenge, I am at times more lethargic as opposed to being vivacious. 

Sometimes you just find it very boring to sit down in order to pen an article, or you become tired even before the best thought process that you had becomes conceived into something that is very substantial.

In fact, I should have quit this shit long ago when I realized I was headed nowhere. But there is that motivation from somewhere that keeps on urging me to stay put, I don’t know where it comes from. Surmise to say, it could be the personal initiative I have taken. Or maybe the commitment and determination to hone my skills and maybe take them to another level as opposed to getting stuck in a rut and having nowhere to seek solace from.

What I know is however more fulfilling, knowledge of the fact that there are so many people who are struggling to take the first step to assert themselves in what they want to do in life which is an indication that I have taken the road less travelled.

Blogging is a very frustrating venture in the long run or even the short term. There seems to be that force that is holding you back that never will let you break even. There is something in life that is very essential in life. Whenever you communicate, you expect feedback. When it is not forthcoming, you become very sordid. This effectively comes in form of commenting to a post. It should be done in a subtle manner devoid of spewing invectives and full of cogent incentive to the writer to continue with the craft. Criticizing the content and seldom committing the fallacy of ad hominen should be a strongpoint on a reader.

Ideally, most readers usually never know what they want. Even if they know what they want, they have to be aptly persuaded that whatever they are being offered is indeed good for their consumption. That means one has to be on a continuum know of what to provide to those who need what they are being provided with.

There are some forms of blog marketing that have worked for some people. Owning a blog has become the in thing. If you are not writing then you are probably left out. But that is not true. Majority of people know how to write. The only setback that hinders there aspiration is the time factor, ability to sacrifice and to withstand the storm of being berated and never given the due encouragement even when things are not rosy. The process of communication is very complex. 

One must sacrifice some luxuries and indeed time in order to spend that time penning content they will never get bored in taking to the next level even when the going gets tough. Why? There is never any motivation that comes from blogging. There is no pay at all lest you have the requisite audience that provides a mass market for advertising. Again, holding on to that market is the tricky part because most of it easily get debilitated when you frequency of posting is either getting into their nerves or too slow to get the desired impact that they really needed.

However, even though there is nothing to smile about. Holistically, it makes one to think in 3D. Thinking and relaying the thought process into words is sometimes an intricate process that has to be mustered in various ways only known to the author.

SITUONANE

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MOTIVATION, CREATIVITY AND WRITING

There is no one person on earth who qualifies to being idle. Perhaps you can say dolce far niente. The only idle things are statues and dummies that are stagnant until moved to a place of respite. It is only opportunities that are rare or is it scarce and therefore hard to come by. I have inkling that there is something that is not right or there is a prepotency that has not been accurately redefined to give some form of acceptance of that which has become elusive.

We are living in a world of fantasy. Fantasizing about what we aspire and never taking the bull by its horns like a matador to get what we are in need of. We are devoid of action and like being risk averse by reclining back to our cocoons of contentment. We want things on a silver platter and forget that there is a leeway in asking and starting towards getting there bit by tad.

Eating is a perfect example of how we should approach what we want. When one is hungry, he or she looks for a place to find food. Likewise when thirsty, you quench your thirst by drinking water (some bottled half litre bottles are charged as much as sh.600). Water is life because 70% of the earth and our bodies are water if geographers and biologists are to be relied on. 

Many a times, it is easy to brush things aside without taking any action whatsoever. I have been having a dream of introducing or is it marketing my blog to a newer crop of readers but I have found it very tasking and tasking. I am not a good marketer after all. Yet I know the components and principles of a good marketer. Say wasting education and letting it go to the dogs. Hope my mentor will help out, that is, if I ever make it to say Hi (Guess I am too busy).

I have no expert experience in doing it what I love. Albeit I desire to build a formidable network that I can rely on. It is sometimes good to make confessions. I am like Tarzan in the jungle. I look up to no one but the animals who are my company. I aptly have no idea of what my brand should be about (kind of vague). As such I am on a sabbatical leave to rediscover my prospects in life which should be studious and less preemptive. 

That brings me to what I should be really worried about. Motivation. There is power in motivation. There is energy and pep, and the fact that you can do anything if motivated is a plus. Motivation changes everything and plays a crucial role in giving one some form of nirvana. I know that burnout is a very crucial aspect in life. Writer burn out if not checked can be very piercing resulting in a tinge of resignation and exhaustion. Bet even the most prolific writers go through these phases in life. Ahoy, I am not alone.

Not caring as deeply as you did just moments ago can be a profoundly disconcerting experience. It ideally affects creativity and will power to surge on to the next level by transcending the previous one.

However, this is not a slog. My mental resources are not yet exhausted. I would have wished to be in a quilt and slumber my tribulations of having not yet got there but I cannot. My eyes are crimson out of the many hours spent behind a box that looks like it will become my home when I no longer have the motivation that could exonerate me from connecting the dots that have kept me far away yet am very near. It is like getting immersed in artistry at the end of a grueling day- you keep on losing and losing.

Every other time I take a matatu, I usually wish I would sit reclusively devoid of discompose from another passenger and mull over whatever comes my way. Then I can retrospectively reflect on the things observed and those that matter most to me.

Sometimes when I write, the flowery words usually come naturally without any ado resulting in seamless segues. Such times, ideas flow like they never have before and I get to like what I read even though I know of people who can never reread their script after scribing the content in their brains on black and white.

When I usually feel disillusioned, I know of where to commiserate. It is never easy at times to let out the frustrations but you have to let them out. Writing is one of the most intelligent ways to let the rage or irk fade away. Even if none will lay eyes on the piece of creativity, you sure are able to let out that which disturbs the mind.

When my brain and soul shuts down, my hands are like, “To hell with writing, nobody even cares about what I gibber about anyway. It’s too much work. Dude get a life.” But there is that feeling that rings at the back of my mind assuaging me never to give up hope but to get it write. Rome was not built in one day and that patience pays.

Sometimes I wish I could brew new stories. I take that coveted timeout to reflect more. To find out what I need to do different. I immerse myself in the comfort of books. I have left so many halfway due to my greed. I trust that time will heal the urge of my lethargy that keeps on shifting intermittently. Trying hard copies, I realized works magic. Even writing on a piece of paper is more magical and sensational. It’s more natural and fulfilling. Just like sipping a cold bottle of tusker malt on a hot Saturday afternoon watching some the exciting BPL.

Reading soft copies is tactically hard and laborious. You must keep peace at one point which is never easy. Your eyes get dehydrated of tears and you occasionally suffer from bouts of seizures related to being an onscreen nerd onsite a give point for long. The corollary of this is extrinsic motivation where a person acts upon beliefs that are not held by that person.

Writing to achieve a competitive advantage is everyone’s desire. It is soothing and helpful. Even amateurs like yours truly are usually wishing to make it big some day in life. Get an audience and build on them as they built a brand that is unrelenting. But again, the only probity I can offer is the lack of assertion on my part.

The toughest part is rejection burn out. No one seems to notice the time you take to come up with good content or lack of thereof. Even those you thought would appreciate your writing never do so. They are passersby on a journey seldom making sojourns. No one is a Good Samaritan (Read fan). Like the Levite, they never want to besmirch their status by associating with a low life. They are on the move, forgetting that the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. Getting there is not easy, some arrive at the verge of their senility and resurrect their energy more strong that they make juggernauts that are have a formidable force to reckon with.

I am stilling working out on a cascade of inspiration to make it to be the best of who I aspire to be. Write well and creatively even if the motivation is that I will continue being the sole reader of my content and perhaps find a way of marketing my blog much better in a way that is gradual and geometrically with time. When I embark on writing my novel, I will do it with the steadfastness of a victor having knowledge that the going is never easy.

While I idle in this sea of the unknown, my premise is to therapeutically disengage when it is right and to find solace to get to the next level by making effort each day. I want to make writing my sprezzatura. It means effortless grace, all easy, doing something cool without apparent effort.

SITUONANE.

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I WANT TO TAKE YOU ON A JOURNEY

Most people like brevity. I have done some research on the same and realized that man loves short articles. I penned this piece since I realized that no one would like to spend more than 5 minutes reading a story that does not make sense. This will take you at most three.

Have you ever thought about the power that Tuesday injects in you as a person each morning? Have you ever realized that Monday is a doomed day and it goes without saying that it is the most hated day the world over? I would have talked about the other days but I would like to single out two important days of the week. I know ladies revere Wednesday- nothing to talk about there, and Thursday and Saturday, perhaps I ought naught to write anything.

Sunday, most Christians check into the church and other places of worship to go and catch up with Sir God and probably repent their sins as some boring pastor preaches while they are asleep or thinking about licentious adventures (read: hanyaring game). I usually listen to Easy like Sunday morning by Lionel Ritchie as I lazy around waiting for a church minister to “Holien” my day.

Church is perhaps the best place that you can find an avenue of showcasing the latest contraption, fashion or gadget you bought and brag about your children and we get married in church, Right. Don’t guys carry IPads and Tablets to church and use the same as a source of the Holy Scripture? Yet again, some use the pads to watch blue movies, send hate messages on Twitter and Facebook and engage in catching up (a nicer word for gossiping among ladies).

Oh dear (forgive me for this), I don’t really know other sins that have been committed using smartphones and tablets. Still the bible is the best selling book since time immemorial (the hard copy). I have one for convenience purposes (the one I was bought in high school and I LOCKED it in my metal box from day one and it was still new upon completion of high school) .

I love church but I am that guy who attends the Divan ministries where you switch on the telly on Sunday, slouch lavishly and with the remote at hand, check for the pastor who preaches what you want to hear and does not pierce your mien into submitting into joining his ministry.

Once in a while when am touched and feel philanthropic and charitable, I usually send some Sh.310 via M-pesaaa. Obviously I would like to attend Kanyari’s church some day because the guy has turned Christianity into a big time business venture full of hoax, delusion, deception, jealousy and selfishness (remember when he told that dude he was coaching that Rose Muhando had not paid for the promotion).

While Kanyari only wanted Sh.310, the churches I have attended ain't considerate either because they demand more only that overseers of such churches are university graduates and use orthodox means (buying new TV, and other petty things). They wish they could be as creative, ingenuous and courageous like Kanyari (mad respect for this charlatan who turned Church into a flourishing business). I am not anti-church though, just agnostic, I am anti using the church as a means towards personal enrichment on the pretext of helping the poor when you know you aint helping them. Sawa.

Church aside, everyone just loves Friday. Have you ever thought of the effect Friday has in your life? Whoever coined the phrase Thank God Its Friday (TGIF), (SMH)? Damn, he or she had in mind buggers like me for reasons that are usually obvious. Larry Madowo knows best. His show trends like it is some hot spiced marinated chicken breasts served together with some Chinese rice you pay dearly for in a pricey bistro. And some ladies like chicken breasts. I will find out why? Just like I found out that ladies who wear screaming red lipstick are full of themselves, aim at attracting the attention of men and they are not corporate ladies and blah blah blah.

This is the month of love. Ladies love chocolates, flowers, red wine and everything red and an out in a good joint to fete St. Valentine who came up with Lovers day which apparently falls on a Saturday this year. Ladies love romantic books too, I realized.

I am marking my 100^th write-up just like my former Alma Mater marked 90 years since its inception. The journey has been well rewarding but again it has been challenging.

If you have time, read other pieces too, and imagine you are drinking a cold soft drink say Fanta on a hot day as it massages your throat and leaves you well satiated to the brisk.

PS: I like writing long articles. This is limited to 800 words.

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