The Value Of The Invaluable Genuine Smile

Among many things that can make a person like you; a smile tops the list. It is a simple way for the first good impression. Thus cultivating a sweet smile can work wonders into your life; in relationship and at the work place.

A research conducted by Communication scientist indicated that those who smile3 more frequently live longer than their frowning counterparts. Just consider this: a lot of energy is used while frowning than smiling! Researchers in America found out that women smiled more than men by checking their faces; women in the study had laugh lines while men had furrow lines.

A smile always costs nothing but creates much for it enriches those who receive it without improvising those who give it. A smile is the only thing that you can give and receive it at the same time. A sweet genuine smile may happen in a flash but it memory sometimes lasts forever.

So great is the value of a genuine smile that none is so rich they can’t go along without it and so poor but are richer from its benefit. A sweet genuine smile creates happiness in the home’ foster good will in business and is the counter sign of friendship.

Happy couples can be gauged by how often they smile together and at each other for it shows appreciation of each other. In a relationship a genuine smile is rest to couples weary of the world, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine when sad and nature’s best antidote for world’s trouble. So when your partner is so tired to give you a smile; may you leave one of yours? For nobody needs a smile so much as those with none left to give.

The value of a genuine is so great that it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen for it is something that is of no earthly good to anybody till it is given away. A genuine smile comes from the heart compared to plastic or rubbery smile meant to pacify and flatter.

Consider this anecdote for the value of a genuine smile:

One Christmas a young poor girl was to sing a carol at a humble church. The congregation sat silently as the girl walked to the podium; her hair was held back by a simple ribbon and the cheap clothes were pressed neatly. Although poor the girl had a big heart full of love. On the congregation sat a millionaire who was passing through the village. The millionaire was sad because his doctor had diagnosed him of cancer and he had a year to live.

All the eyes trailed the girl; she turned faced the congregation and gave a sweet beaming smile that lit up the church. The millionaire felt the heavy cloud of despair being lifted, the valley of depression filling with joy and the mountain of sadness melting away.

A year later on his will the millionaire instructed his lawyer to divide his wealth to everybody who made him happy and guess what: the little girl was an heiress.

PLEASE SMILE

Please smile

For it costs nothing but creates much

Your smile is rest when am weary

The daylight when discouraged

Sweet sunshine when sad

Please give me the nature’s best antidote for trouble

Hey girl please smile

When am so tired, angry and frowning

May I ask you to leave a soothing smile

For thou smile is sweet

To whoever has none to offer

Just part your rosy lips

Just give me the invaluable smile

So that I can see your dimple

On a beautiful face without a pimple

Truly thy smile can’t be bought, begged, borrowed or stolen

For a sweet smile is void of earthly good

Till it is given away

Face the world with a big smile

The big mirror reflects on what you do

It will truly smile back;

Create happiness in the home

Foster good will in the business

Countersign friendship and love

Hi my girl

Though in a flash you may smile

The sweet memoirs are forever etched in me heart

Thus smile but not from a mile

So if you want people to like you: SMILE

The Ectasy of Being Published and a Poem

When the journalism bug bites and the urge to write unquenchable, a young writer always find it hard to believe on his pieces. Always unedited and done by self with little assistance from peers who find writing boring, I resolved to find some other quarters.

I send a series of my poems to different newspapers and Magazines. Always I could not afford to follow up on publications due to financial ditches. Among the newspapers and magazines I did send my poems and articles are The Drum, True love, Nation and The literary discourse in Saturday Standards.

I still wonder where this poem appeared but some three readers found it uplifting enough to write back to me. They become my first comments and gave me energy and self esteem to write on and start this blog

 

Monday, October 6, 2008 7:58 AM

From: "David kamwela" Hello! Manuel, my name is David from Da-es-salaam in Tanzania, I have read the poem of yours 'IN THAT VILLAGE OF MINE' it was very nice poem i can say your a really poetry , i love your work. Wish you all best in that mail of mine.

Monday, August 4, 2008 5:31 AM

From: "ESTHER MWAURAH"

Hi! Surprise, my name is Esther; I happened to peruz on the newspaper and found a poem that you wrote. Am a big fan of poets and wished to congratulate you that was job well done. Gooddai and keep in touch

POWER OF THE WRITTEN WORD

Thursday, July 31, 2008 6:54 AM

From:"WANYOIKE esther"

Hi

Hope this email finds you well. I read some of these books and they were beneficial to me. I thought i should recommend them to you. Hope you find them helpful. Enjoy

Regards

Esther

Of the three only Esther Mwaurah replied back.

and goes tho poem:

IN THAT VILLAGE OF MINE

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

People do not work

People gossip and eat talk.

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

Women scream 24 hours a day

Those maimed women are beaten black ands blue

Because men aggressiveness have got an outlet

In that village of mine:

If you happen to be there friend of mine

You will never find girls

They were all defiled and ushered

To womanhood at five months

Will be husbandless mothers at ten

Undisputed grandmothers at twenty

And finally greatest grandmothers at twenty-five

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

There is no need to marry

Because your neighbors wife

is in surplus and was your ex!

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

Every child never resemble the father

Because every one has cajoled the mother

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

I do give it an abyss abhorring

Abysmally big bodied, big bellied

Women with unmemorable age

Are shameless boy-mongers

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

Men work at chang’aa dens

Bragging and boasting of sexual escapades

Bring home: monies which never pay fees;

Beatings and bags of STDs to their wives.

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

Youth good-byed school once upon a time

And are the best idlers, drunkards and thieves

These le grand football donators of balls to girls

Know it is the in-group thing

In that village of mine:

Which is like every other village

Poverty is past epidemic

It is pandemic!