The Amazing Adventures of Lunimous Lucid, The Scropulous Joyful Jester

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Culinary Art...the first bite


Chopping and slicing, stirring, turning up the heat, back to chopping vegitables as they grace the chopping board with their nutritionious juices, sliced to tiny pieces for perfect steaming and simmering. And a reward for my wonderful labour, a sensetional smell materialises from the cooking cabinet of heated mixation, which is greeted my by a smile as it tickles my nostrils igniting my teste buds, the joy of cooking fully realised.


The truth is that when I was growing up i never used to like cooking, of course I already knew how to cook because I was the only kid staying with my mom. But back then the art cooking to me was unenjoyable, I use to take it as forced labour that can only be maintained or endured by women because they have such strong statutes. This mentality stuck on me throughout my high school years, then came the biggest challenge, varsity life. At first, having to cook daily was not ideal at all, and as a result I would perform undesirable culinary acts. That all changed when I stepped on the humble groungs of the valley of wisdom - His People Church(Westvillage).


As took a sip of the cup of wisdom form this valley, I received a new ignited passion for this art. Over the years, drinking from this valley has taught me that an impressive man is impressive on all the spheres of his life. And being a man of God and all, you know how impressive David, Solomon and Jesus Christ were impressive on other they did besides their ministries. I would admit though, it hasn't been a walk in the park, finding and learning recipes, from bad food days to good food days, getting it wrong on first attempts to getting it right. Truly, cooking is an art, it takes correct pricition, intuition and good imagination. The only problem is that men take cooking as a boring uncool task, but it's more than that. Painting such portraits of fine exquisite taste can really change your world and even draw you close to ur wife or future wife in my case. Who knows probably this could be new hobby. I know, for one, that I've discouvered intimacy with God on the cooking table......on this day of the 17th of July 2010

Friday, July 16, 2010

The great awakening part 1


I have been taunted in sleep by nightmares, the constant groaning of my engiush. as I have, over the years, been engraving myself to the pride of my giftings. I take a pencil trying to draw a map of where i could possible find myself, but i keep ending up near a refuse bin, oh how my gifts have led me astray. The me cannot be found in these spaces i seek, empty spaces of galloping courpes trying to get pass life with golden shavols digging mortal graves; the pride and greed that have laid them to waste.


Blinded by these illusions of 'the money makes the world go around', corporate creaps administer justice the way they see fit, while the "ungifted" sits in ignorance pushing for bed and breakfast. Most people never used their gift, while mine has led me on a search beyond these cemetries that bury our mind in confusion; 'it' another government dilema, but what did Malema say'. I pay my way to recognition with silver coins that crucified the Messiah to the grim reaper to ' please ease your foot off the gas of combustion', while pop-in another idea to parliamental law of legalising prostitution "we will call it sex work". Atleast one works his way to the flames. But as the reaper continues drilling deep in our hearts with claws of his steam for new civilised destruction ideas, souls get lost in the heat of the moment.


Man's own righteousness feeding of his own soul, a moul that leave our souls empty of self yet filled with a gifted mind, a vassel that fades away slowly like smoke as a captured image on tombstones of "well-lived-lives". As we 'Rest In Peace......