What will you do when the trance takes over When the wild thoughts take Ur mind over When the vibrations call out to you
Will you dare come to me Down the street block like a hoe Promoting primal lusts Unafraid of the multitude assembled to watch The witty ready for ascersion Ready to meet eternal havoc
When you have blossomed Oozing of nectar forbidden Winds strong to wreck petals soft When you fully copulating Will you spread Ur wings Take the flight with me Trust me to be Ur captain Dnt be afraid of the turbulence We could dance in its path
Hope this shuttle takes us to the stars So I can read you verses of my religion Make sure u water the petals to bloomdom So I know you slow and easy Careful not to awaken the stars caretakers Perusing through them,cramming pink magenta glowing Noway will I miss a single fold
This is not a missionary mission remember The masquerades voyeuristic binoculars to eyes trying locate us But it’s a backdoor affair I will lick and erase the evidence That no mare mortal will know That you were ever here
So come in the cover of darkness A mask Ur only attire Gangstar and unfraid I will prinkle the lotus If you moan I will kiss u and swallow the noise They will not even hear us Descending back to earth As I reveal my true self to only you
Inside Ur walls I will unleash passion u never knew I will stretch n cause chaos in rhythm to all u desire In Ur walls all u can do is contract n aqueous triploity As the artistry echos embroidery in mucky aquamarine tricolor I will scatter ink Scribing history there
The things you have shown me
Because of you I can sail
I can dive in whirlpools
Reemerging before being entangled
Escaping abysses willing to swallow me
Languidly stepping into the torrential waves
I slip into the smooth vessel
Am daring to commandeer to the reef
Inviting, magestic, the color of light majenta
Accommodating my imposing stature
My large hands firmly gives freedom to the fire pink vessel
Unhooking the pivitoal hanger
Ready for the voyeur
Manipulating till Bubbly white foams trickly
She nows faces me
Our eyes, reflecting pools of love lock on each other
Embracing with both body n soul
Like wax, we melt and become one
In the steamy atmosphere
Beckons beem as memories flood back
And her spine streamlines
Back arching in line with set condinates
Echos of spanking
As we tease one another
In the aquamarine Pacific ocean
Rough ripples fan out across the waters
To meet waves on our tail
Colliding in time
To cancel out the negative and positive energies prevailing
Finding harmony n lubrication dynamic
Where others have known only friction in static
On the voyage we discover new abandons
Like the sudden afternoon showers out of nowhere
Torrents that come unannounced in the twilight
A sundown in the reach of our eyes yet out of our grasp
Skies illuminated by stars out to spy on us
Glistening two charges that have given alliance to a proxy current
To cream it all
A sound of a tickling xyclone
Emancipitates us, soaking us in euphoric ecstasy
Aromas of sea water, exotic and faintly the ocean itself
Drift and sharks swirl around us
Skin to skin, we are drenched
Tributaries of salty sweat forms,streams n descent between us
Sauna like heat develops
As the temperatures skyrocket
Fresh upon fresh subdued
Synchronized to one rythmic motion
Which has been greased by frantic fluidity
The tributaries stream into one torrential river
That rushes into a trickling waterfall beyond
Cascaded into a franzied whirlpool
Which massages the wild n restless into submission
Gasping for a whiff of air Silent cries of pleasure Echoes of a bliss marvellous The only evidence that a voyage overcame the Bermuda The tranquil crystal clear lakes left to bash In the aftermaths of monotremes That prevail the catonic tsunami
Unlike most board games,chess is not a chance game when playing with a player intimate with it.
Memory is paramount that is why silence is golden when playing it.
You need your Ram alert and processing. Am no doctor, I cannot do a dissertation on the human mind but I know a thing about computers. Ram is the random access memory. It processes what you are tasking the computer to do currently. The higher the RAM the easier it is for the computer to process.
Like the computer you need to use your Ram. How many things can you hold in your mind at a go?
In chess your every move must be purposeful. Then remember why you moved every piece in the position it is currently.
Never forget why a piece found itself in the locale it occupies before you move it in future.
Some use something I learnt eons ago in a unit in class. SWOT..This is not the heavily armed police force that comes to action in movies when the situation dictates so. It simply stands for Strengths, weaknesses, Opportunities & Threats. The questions you ask everytime an opponent moves a piece. What strengths does this piece have, what are its weaknesses. What opportunities are present to you and what threats does the piece pose?
Get the drift?
It goes that all your pieces on a chess board,even those not in play yet are intimately entertwined. Their ultimate goal is just one, prevent the king from capture and capturing the opponents king. To achieve this they must work together, support one another and help each other from being captured themselves.
They are like a body together,each piece the bodies organ so if one piece is captured by the opponent the body looses an organ and therefore can’t work optimally.
DON’T FORGET WHY A PIECE IS PROSED THERE
Let me rephrase that; Before you move Ur piece,maybe enticed with a carrot by an opponent (referred to Gambits in chess circle ) and you move with haste to deboard his piece-FIRST ask urself why was Ur piece there. Do the SWOT analysis thing.
Am saying this because that piece of yours that you are about to move might have a higher purpose than capturing an opponent’s piece.
I know its the minds nature to be in haste to win. But in chess haste is a virus you have to eliminate from your system.
It might be blocking a significant piece say a Bishop from capture yet you want to capture an opponents pawn.
If such a scenario plays and you capture the opponents pawn and he captures your Bishop then definitely he has the upper hand. The scales have tilted and I vouch that you bound to loose😔
In conclusion chess is not all about memory. You might have a perfect memory, for instance you might be able to remember and play an opening to the 30th move. What happens if your opponent does not follow your script? What then? This is the probable scenario in a live match. Players are stricky like that.
You will probably be thrown off your element if you come to a game with a script of how it will play out. Don’t bring a penknife to a gun fight hence don’t come with only memory to a table game because at the end of the day chess is about many elements.
Its about a players judgemental skills, evaluation of positions, critical and tactical thinking. It also boils down to confidence, resilience and psychology
Was it pure coincidence that the boy on the blog post was named Ram🤔😂 Maybe it was the universe’s manifestation of a chess wizard being born. Just to let you know, the manifestation came to fruition few years after he joined the mundane population
Don’t take them to heart rather take them with salt as the stew
The knight is a piece on the chess table. It is categorised as one of the weakest pieces with 3 points the equivalent of 3 pawns.
I being a fucker for underdogs, today am championing for the white knight assuming all facts about chess. Don’t underestimate my game because of this opinion.
Why the white knight and not the black knight?
We will come to that soon.
The white knight is my most valued piece on the chess board.( 1st Big lie)
Many an opponent have found themselves entrapped, subdued and reduced into checkmate in a few when I bring this piece into play.(2nd small lie)
When it comes to the knight,most players underestimate it. This is simply because the knight is unassuming.
When the knight moves,it’s moves seem almost erratic.
As if lacking of purpose.
I don’t know if it’s its stature, which is artistically erect and poised that makes it come across as unthreatening.
But assume it at your own peril.
I love this piece because of its Arsenal, remember I told you it’s moves are erratic. Because of this, the knight is the only piece when in play,YOU CANNOT BLOCK with your pieces.
Once it entraps lets say two or more of your pieces, keeping in mind that you can’t block it, you are subdued into sacrificing a piece. It’s unstoppable, maniac in its attack.
A force to reckon with. When it takes one it’s most probably poised to wipe another of your pieces off the chessboard in the next play if the opponent is not strategic.
“The difference between a master and a novice..The master has lost more times than the novice has played.”
Another of its arsenal, the Knight seems to have a magical power to me.
It seems as if it has an invincible clock that renders it almost invisible to the opponent.
What do I mean?
Draw for instance the Queen or the Castle and bring them into play,your opponents mind moves into overdrive,they wonder about your next move of the mentioned pieces and come with contingencies to prevent elimination of their valuable pieces. Hard to pull a first one and surprise your opponent with the pre mentioned pieces.
Trust me, bringing a knight into play does not induce the same effect on an opponents mind. Their alertness stays shallow and their guard not hightened.
Even when you move a knight in close proximity to their king as long as you are not in check,the opponent seems unbothered as if mind clogged. Seeing the loaning checkmate an impossibility.
Then boom,the surprise comes. A wrong move from the opponent and opportunity scenario presents itself. The knight moves entrapping the opponent and it’s checkmate baby. They king is immobilized, they can’t block a knight and it happens the angels are smiling at you so neither can they capture your knight.
And it goes without saying,you have your first win
Master the knight,bring it into play more often and you are on your way to never loosing a game.
To the first question at the start of this blog..Why the white knight? Well, every chess player prefers white because it starts the game. Always threatening and dictating the course of the game. Nothing to do with colour or any other myth.
I was not one of those privileged kids that got to learn chess before I knew how to talk.
I did not spend my childhood playing chess during play time. I spend play time butt naked playing with mud and sand like all normal kids. I played in open fields, dove into rivers and a dam that was in close proximity with our home.
I can tell you with certainity that I never heard of chess in all the years I went through the education system in primary school. It was alien to me
Maybe in my country the education system was broken or this was a game for the few kids that went to prestigious schools where one wears trousers as tall as they are. Where kids come to school in helicopters(I have come to learn that this is a reality to some.
Look at us who see choppers only in movies and when the politicians come to ask for our pound of flesh in the name of votes👀the universe can be so unfair😢.right? Don’t wail over it,you are alive, healthy and got a roof over your head😂. Is this a lame excuse for accepting and embracing mediocrity? Story for another day) and cars whose net worth can set you and your clan for life😎.
While the teachers stroll in haste to observe punctuality in dusty heels and shoes a clear contrast of their residence location and their working environment downed with imported grass,lawned to perfection and dotted with exotic flowers.
Don’t mistake me for a civil activist mad with the state and the inequribrium of the classes of its denizens commonly referred to “Wananchi na wenye nchi.” Just wanted to make it clear I was a “mwananchi or mbogi ya mtaa.” 😉
In highschool my knowledge on chess is identical to the one I had in primary school, almost nill. Atleast here I came across the term. Do you remember those words that sound similar in Grammer? Can’t recall the terminology though😂talk of age eroding the mind. Chess, chase, cheese. Only chase was familiar at first but by the time I left that level of my education or imprisonment,I knew which was chasing cheese and that chess was a board game that the mind could not fathom easily.
At Uni you find a lot of free time in your hands and you are socialised to interact with guys from all walks of life. You interact with the kids who went with choppers in primary schools and for the first time you meet the chess board. Strange yet intriguing.
They paid all that money for school fees but here you are at par. Your are all comrades. But their is a distinction in the circles that develop. You can see with clarity the sheeps ,the rats, the hyenas(mafisi😂) ,the lonewolves, the packs, herds and the lions. The distinction is clear.
It’s a kingdom and their those on top of the food chain and those at the bottom.
To fit you have to align yourself with the habits and norms of that circle.
In short I learnt the basics on chess from the internet and pretended to be intimate with it. So I would make love to chess and freign orgasms when time called for it. The things we do to fit.
Chess to me was boring and tasking to mind. I didn’t know how some considered it a fun activity. I could not comprehend how one found nectar in it when the game took so long to end.
I wanted quick fixes. I wanted nectar that was dripping. I wanted adrenaline rush and juice. I wanted my nerves on edge and endophines streaming in and putting the lights on in my head. Chess was not doing this for me.
So I had my nectar and juices elsewhere and played chess as my side bitch. Our love affair lacking enthusiasm, orgasms rare but got along to fit.
Hands on my shoulder blades wash away the tension like waves do sandcastles How did I not notice my clothes missing She straddles me as I lie face down Like ancient unicorn riders As my tool trys to drill the mattress I feel light As her weight leaves me I moan in protest Kneels besides me Slapping silly my ass Pain does not pass thrashhood Pleasure out weighing I want to turn But subdued by hands rough In retrospect they sooo soft Not soothing Just inducing want in me Member suffers imposed on a mattress not interested As she works her magic I tremble in ecstasy The bedsprings moaning in protest In time, with my fractic endevour to fill something Anything If only the mattress had a hole To accommodate My vanity throbs Hands withdraw Causing distress Then warm orbs sit between my spine Direct contact with my nerves How clever To bypass the red-tape Teasing me with their hounded points Sliding, slapping, pressing Typing bareaucratic incants Telling me to raise Stamp my affliction to them Just as they reach the bridge of my ass She recalls her two platoon members Leaving me cold yet hot The teasing not trending in me But she has chosen this play script It’s her night to commandeer us To ensure we reach a different galaxy Blinded by leggings disposed from her I can’t see her but I feel her As she turns me over I rivel in the moment almost shooting myself to the stars Pulsating The console moves to drive gear Ridiculous reset to park Balls clamped down The false start leaves short tremors Shuttering my bliss momentarily The Tormentor would pay Just a matter of time