Saturday, August 30, 2014
Sitokisi!!!! A few people know what this is, however a small community of bloggers are well acquainted with it! Sitokisi or socks was the habit of bloggers wanting to claim the first comment on a new blog post by a person they were following. Even though there was a scramble for sitokisi, eventually, the post was read and comments were made. Even in it's comic nature there are lessons we can take from it in terms of pushing our social media engagement further on whatever platform.
Blogging was more or less the first form of social media engagement I encountered. It meant that for you to get comments on your own blog, you needed to follow other bloggers and comment. In a way, it was a simple form of community. There were no shortcuts to getting read. You needed to create interest by first showing your presence in other people's work.
Thereafter, you were part of community.
In a way, it should be the same for social media. Engagement. Not a mere following/ following back and then continuing with your posts and ignoring the people following you and their posts. Sitokisi means we need to say something, get involved and not be mere robots posting. The difference between bots and people is that bots get on a platform, follow, post and never do anything after that. They might get a like from you, an RT but they will never do the same.
So whether it is Google Plus, Twitter, Facebook etc.... the key is actually engaging. It is a lot of work but that doesn't mean it should not be fun too!
She's a siren.
The kind o thing that will draw you in
With the magnet of womanly magic
You don't know why you're drawn in
But you keep following her voice
While she dances and plays
Stringing your blind attraction to her.
She loves to tease, hold and release
Makes sport of your hopeless attraction
She seems to breathe it!
You've been told of her song
The sad sweet song,
She, the poor creature living a warm-less existence
Begging for your comfort and embrace,
And when you finally think you have her
For yourself in your grasp,
To remove her sorrows and be her joy
To remove her halfness and make her whole
A man eater you release,
And you live only longer enough
To see the thing you called beauty
Turned into a whore-cannibal,
Whose food shall be your heart.
Wednesday, August 06, 2014
One fiery spark that fell aside
While a fire was being made.
Ostracised momentary flicker
That faded with separation.
Piece of wood consumed in the inferno;
Singed, removed of substance.
Dust to dust, ash to ash
Blown away in the wind
Normalised, devoid of meaning.