marriage


Today is my 4th wedding anniversary , but we are going through a financially challenging time, so my husband and I both agreed not to spend any money on gifts for each other so I wasn't expecting anything special for today. To my surprise, when I came downstairs this morning, I found a bouquet of the most beautiful wild flowers that my husband had picked from a near by field at 6am. What a thoughtful and beautiful gift!

GENUINE AFFECTION


It’s about that time I usually bid my day a bye with a sigh of satisfaction escaping my closed lips. It doesn’t actually escape, it involuntarily sets itself free. The day has been long and tiring and trying to cope with Eve’s misdemeanor. She is the first of our species to find out that all that glitters are illegal or unworthy. The whole humanity now is painfully toiling in order to pluck the fruits and accord hunger a decent send off.

I slide my tired body, carefully, as if it hurt or afraid to disturb a nocturnal creature who had made a sojourn in my bed, inside my sheets. Relief greeted me, accompanied by a muted sigh as the mind went back to the parting day, assessing the successes and the pitfalls that came along. Lessons appeared triumphant.

The day is never a day-well-spent when you do not wish a dearly beloved a good night. I have had trouble many mornings preceding the nights I slept without bidding her a good night. I forget on purpose (ask any man) but the questions you get the morning after only allow her to make assumptions because I have never answered them satisfactorily. Now am thinking of her. She has brought the real meaning of living, the real feel of love. She genuinely adores me and I do more than her.

As a fumbled with the keys of my phone, trying to mix words, in a bid to come up with a deep poem for her, the phone rang. I smiled as I read ‘sweetheart’ as I had saved her. The ringtone helped increase the pace of my heartbeat. It was a song that drove her to the point of ecstasy, of course after me. So many times she rang me, often when I am trying to text her, or when am reaching for my phone to call her. Love brings forth pleasant coincidence, the kind that you want to happen every day.

I really love her. The joy of my life is to see her happy always. I don’t anything or anybody to harm her because I’m her soldier ready to fight every war that life pit against us. Distance though has robbed us the chance to show the affection eye to eye, hold each other close and our breathes being swallowed by our silent whispers heard far away. She is the realest thing I hold with utmost care like a treasure.

I picked up the phone and her soft voice drove me to world that surpassed the abundance of the bliss heaven had on offer. She tickled me into frenzy with an unsettling sensation going through my body like a ripple. I wanted her there and then. If the urge would have enabled men to grow wings I would have been the first one after Daedalus and Icarus, from the tales we read while growing up.

I listened as she talked making her know I was paying attention. Silence sometimes prompts one to make an inquiry if they are speaking alone or otherwise. What’s more beautiful than being missed by somebody you love? What’s the most awesome thing in the world than being important to somebody and being treasured more than you do to your own self? It’s a feeling that transcends everything.

The lengthy talk is always brought to a denouement by good night wishes and the sweet dreams. The byes aren’t my cup of tea. I always conclude a conversation with a ‘take care’. I never know why but I always want her to great care not dream of nightmares.

As the sound of the phone hanging up came through, I was plunged into my own world. I stared at the text I was about to send; my sweetheart, you are a rare being in the world for showing me what it means to love and I will give you my genuine affection…….it sounds like a teenage love letter but that was the message I intended to pass her, plus a couple of hugs and kisses, toppling with I love you. I drifted off holding my phone.

I woke up in the morning to find everything deleted except GENUINE AFFECTION on the text. I smiled knowing there was more truth than those two words.

Thursday, 20 February 2014

Google and now Microsoft are slugging it out in the battle to sell us tablet computers. And the competition can only be a good thing


This has been quite a week in that strange, frenetic universe known as techworld. Two major companies did things that they once vowed they’d never do: Apple launched a small iPad in order to attack similar-sized devices marketed by its rivals – Samsung, Google and Amazon – and Microsoft launched the first computer it’s ever made (a tablet called Surface). So we have Apple playing catch-up and Microsoft getting into a business – hardware manufacture – it had hitherto wisely avoided.
The Apple launch followed the usual pattern: slick presentations by chaps with chronic logorrhea – at least in relation to the word “amazing”; a complaisant audience drawn from the Church of Steve; and announcements of improved versions of existing Apple products. There’s a new laptop with a Retina (ultra high-resolution) display, a new Mac mini (a much underrated product IMHO) and an iMac desktop so thin as to be positively anorexic. All nice and dandy – not to mention expensive.
But then came one departure from tradition. Just over 55 minutes into the show, as Phil Schiller, Apple’s senior marketing guy, was extolling the virtues of the new iPad mini, he suddenly launched into what in industry parlance is known as trashtalk. He embarked on a scathing comparison of le nouvel iPad with “an Android tablet”, sneeringly dubbed “the latest, greatest, most favourably reviewed new device”, aka the Google Nexus 7. Needless to say, the Apple product was superior in every respect. Its bezel was thinner and made of aluminium, not (yuck!) “plastic”. The Google device was “thicker and heavier even though it has a smaller screen”, etc etc. You get the message: Nexus 7 may be the same size as the iPad mini, but basically it’s trash. (He omitted to mention that the Google device is also at least £100 cheaper than its Apple counterpart.)
As an iPad user who has also been using a Nexus 7 for months, I happen to agree with Schiller about the deficiencies of the Google product. It’s excellent for some things (email, Evernote, diary keeping, for example) but unsatisfactory for others (web-browsing in particular). Its onscreen keyboard is, well, a bit flaky. And the standard of Android apps is pretty variable. On the other hand, it’s well-made and is relatively good value for money. In technology, as in life, you get what you pay for.
What made Schiller’s attack on the Nexus intriguing was not its content but the fact that he felt the need to make it. It signified a descent from the lofty heights to which Steve Jobs had elevated Apple, so far ahead of the competition that it didn’t condescend even to admit its existence. And this subtext suggests that although Apple comprehensively dominates the market for high-end tablets that it effectively created with the iPad, it’s now trying to keep up with the market for smaller, pocketable devices. One of the most important advantages of the Nexus 7, for example, is that it really does slip into a jacket pocket. (The same goes for Samsung and Amazon tablets.) In many contexts, that’s actually quite useful, which is how Apple comes to be doing something that must be making Steve Jobs rotate in his grave: playing catch-up.
Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, Microsoft was launching the first computer it has ever made in the form of its Surface tablet. This was intriguing in several ways. For one thing, it suggests that the software giant has finally concluded that Steve Jobs was right all along: that in order to make consumer-friendly computers one must control both the hardware and the software. The odd thing, though, is that the bit of the package it seems to have got right is the hardware. “Sleek Tablet but Clumsy Software” is how David Pogue, the New York Times technology columnist, summed it up, echoing early industry reactions to the device. “You have to be fairly cold-blooded,” Pogue writes, “to keep your pulse down the first time you see the Surface: its beauty, its potential, its instant transformation from tablet to PC. How incredible that this bold, envelope-pushing design came from Microsoft, a company that for years produced only feeble imitations of other companies’ fresh ideas. And how ironic that what lets the Surface down is supposedly Microsoft’s speciality: software.”
I don’t have a dog in this fight, but I hope Microsoft gets its tablet act together. In the end, the only thing that keeps big technology companies honest is real competition. I don’t want to live in an Apple-dominated world any more than I liked living in a Microsoft-dominated one. Which means, I guess, I will never get an invitation to a Phil Schiller superlatives-fest. In which case, virtue will be its own reward.

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LOVE POEMS

I COULD BUT LOVE YOU*

The days gone by hold memories

So much of all those nice stories

Stories of our lives thereafter

Punctuated by your sweet laughter



Walking, talking under the starlit sky

Smiling silently without knowing why

Silent though we got so much to say

Assured that tomorrow would be okay



I love you so much my sweetheart

Like the abundance of sand in a desert

So is my love for you, so real and true

I want to live forever just for you



In the horizon the sun's just turned red

And my tomorrow is but a dread

If by your own, you won't be there

I will die, there won't be any air



*THE AMAZING FEELING*

The buzz of the phone beckons you attention

It's the love of your life trying to reach you

Friends have gotten tired of their mention

Their presence in this world gets you through

Long and stressful days just as the nights

On dark nights they are the light



It's an amazing feeling to find true love

It carries you way beyond imaginable lands

Swifter than the carrier doves

Infinite but it can fit in your hands

The amazing feeling of true adoration

Surpasses everything worth admiration



*BEHIND YOUR EYES*

Sometimes am caught in a day dream

Dreaming of a dream I live everyday

It's been like this since I saw you

You beauty enslaved my imagination

The glitter in your eyes captured me



Every morning I wake up

It's your pretty face that's my alarm

Telling to rise up to see you

You are a true meaning of perfection

Forever I will be glad that are in my life



I wanna have your heart forever

Coz I've given you mine

Do the best with that you can

For you are so perfect

This love is the realest of al I've known



*I SEE ME IN YOUR EYES*

Like rose petals in the morning bloom

You sweep my feet off the ground

And I fly, fly like little bird making no sound

Am flying to get a kiss from you

Your embrace, the next best thing

After the gearless all night embrace

I see the meaning of life in your eyes

I see me and you skin to skin every night

I see life unfolding in your eyes

I see love-true love



*IMMUNE TO HEARTACHE *

I'm staring at the emptiness you absence accords me

It's like all those days when I could fantasies about you

My breath being taken away by what I could see

But your absence is forever, I hoped you were true



I didn't think there would be a day when I could ask you to stay

And that would be asking too much of your precious time

Now I struggle to go through my days trying to keep you at bay

Often I fail, every time, coz forgetting you feels inhumane- a crime



For once in my life I realized what it means to be in love

It means to wait for someone to break your heart while holding on

It means being immune to all things that fall from above

Coz that may hold you from going on straight from dawn