Category Archives: In Search Of A Word Series

Liberty

*the state of being free*a right of privilege*the ability to act as one pleases

 

A woman cannot assert her independence without, to a certain extent, negotiating or refuting the role of the men in her life. How else can a woman claim that she is free and yet hold on to the ideal that the men in her life should continue to honor her materialistically1 Is it possible for women to be liberated in our various societal compositions which forms the human race while neglecting men? I do think women can be liberated. But just like anything else in the world of worldly things, in the real – that is, they will have to give up certain features that define who they were in the first place, in the original sense of subjugation imposed or self afflicted and must make peace with how men will regard them from there onwards: They will become a competition to men. They will hunker for the same resources as far as careerism is concerned to survive. Hunting never shrunk away to be relished by a few, it morphed into a polished sophisticated something else akin to a sport of brutes

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Belong

Belong (Verb)
1. Be rightfully put into a particular position or class. 2. Fit or be acceptable in a particular place or situation

It will be great if one could return to the tradition of making a fuss about nothing. I call it improvisation writing. A writing process wherein you let the words flow spontaneously by themselves while you guide flow minimally a sort of automatic writing if you will. Our anchor in this jot is the word ‘belong’, a verb.

Let’s move. One’s brain is not wired like a scientific calculator – A behemoth during my scholastic days way yonder in Phelendaba. I loved mathematics but alas my brain could not fathom the intricacies of the magical trigonometry nor geometry. As for the fractions I always imagined that they were like mean machines caressing the innards lines of the A4 hard cover college exercise book reeking confusion in my already delicate brain but alas I must confess that I loved algebra for for 1 me there was a mysterious aura that the letter x carried. You were the investigator trying to make sense what is it that made x so alluring. What it stood for. So a particular number, after a laborious outing on your part, you were to learn, was x. I know this is jargon especially for those who don’t give a whiffie whaff about math. That particular number or x belonged to the entire problem hitherto presented to the mathematical investigator – you. And should you be amongst the enlighten ones who cracked it it gave you a joyous release more glorious than the debut coital release.

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The Bring and Braai Paradox

Bring /Carry or accompany to a place/
Braai/an outdoor meal or party at which food is grilled over a charcoal fire/
Paradox/a statement that sounds absurd or seems to contradict itself, but may in fact be true/
*n.b. See Oxford Paperback Dictionary Thesaurus & Wordpower Guide.

Belts

We were walking through row after row in the market place. The alphanumericalverse had rendered a summer morning with clouds shying away from each other to give the sky big pools of blue hues. It felt formidably warm. Luckily all the vendors had been thrown into a mega dome that was surprisingly cool. But the chorus of sellers and buyers bidding prices to and fro buzzed the dome into a hive. Welcome to the food market! Mockingly announced my master. He was wearing a pink sweeter and yellow linen trousers, his feet were shoved into green shoes. Colour blocking, I snickered at this display of showiness especially for an old man. But the Jotmaster refuses to match his age, repeatedly he insists on being ageless.                  Continue reading The Bring and Braai Paradox

Tag *Reckoning and the persistent Asterisk

/retribution for one’s actions (especially in a day of reckoning)/

The sequel to Tag, Tag Two, which upon its conception I was very proud and hasten to show it to my questionable guru the Jotmaster has not garnered popularity in the blogosphere. The stats so far have been boosted by other entries. When I showed it to him the Jotmaster hinted that its sonic nature alluded to Take Two. Of course he was his skeptical self in thinking that this latest meditation of his will mean anything to me. But it did. Even though my titling of the work was not intentional – I was merely keeping a promise to my handful array of readers. For your information I am still mixing a textual recipe to explore the silent referencing of texts to other text within a verbal construct. And yes I made myself a promise that it won’t be a long dragging outing when finally penned.

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Teenager

*/a person aged between 13 and 19 years /

*n.b. See Oxford Paperback Dictionary Thesaurus & Wordpower Guide p934.

while circling around the noun Teenager Theta, the hover craft of the Jotmaster, identified words such as Teen informal (adjective) -teen (suffix), teenage (adjective) and teens plural in the lexical galaxy. With the aftermath of the ruling that allowed children between the ages of 14 and 16 to have make out as long as there was an agreement between them it caught the better part of me to approach the great sage and find out what his thoughts were on the ruling. I contorted my face slightly while this recent ruling tormented my psych as it found traction in my harden brain. With a blank screen in front of me a cruise aboard the Theta Hover Craft, to sort of get away from it all, especially the writer’s block, felt alternatively rewarding than fruitless attempts to spin textual constructions. Continue reading Teenager

Tag Two

*/a nickname or a description by which someone or something is likely known/
/when someone is acknowledged in a photo of someone within the internet/
*n.b. See Oxford Paperback Dictionary Thesaurus & Wordpower Guide p925.

Enter January. If you thought dizzy tyd krissano is lazy-laid back by way of timing I reckon you haven’t lived through January on a poor bank balance and a queue of wolves eyeing your scrawny wallet bidding their tick-tocks for month end to come because surely it will nosy in. But January is slow as a scrap of a taxi on a late Monday morning. This is the time where you look back through a smoothly clearing fog of ecstasy while reality sets in. If you are a resolution type of a dude nothing will make you more determined on you than this month, the jotmaster, for your sake hopes it does not catch you commuting on a scrap of a taxi. Talk about reality setting in.

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World

/*the earth with all its countries and its peoples/

I woke up in a wonderful mood,routinely made a smashing cup of coffee, read a few passages of an article from a neglected daily newspaper accumulating dust in my cluttered dull study. Logged on the web to fix an error on one of my blog post. In all these developments I was slowly and gently coming to, waking up from sleep, when I happen to receive an inboxing into one of my social networking account telling me that the world is suppose to end today. Shikes, we have heard this story before and there is even a host of literatures that support the doomsday cometh prophesy, I snapped out of my sleep instantly as I stirred my coffee cup into a vortex.

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