Sunday morning. The sun is up moving across the sky, covering the stretch of the horizon. It has covered quite a portion and I just realize how early it had woken up…early and determined. I fix something for breakfast. While at it I stretch my arm towards the drawer for the book just on… Continue reading Wíkú
I walk along the main road that is a stretch of tarmac from the gates leading to the residential apartments up to an approximation of two hundred metres towards the Central Business District. The rest of the road or what is left of the road is a layout of patches of tarmac with constant… Continue reading Knock Down
Life is what you make it Fake it With captions and Photoshop Stunting Life is what you make it I keep mine wet Soak it In tears And blood and sweat Damping Life is what you make it Mould it With dreams and nightmares Clamming Life is what you make it Shape it With… Continue reading Rendition
How many times have you lost it and felt like it is the end? Like it is gone and for some weird reasons you just cannot connect? You see it slip from your arm where you thought you had it well tucked and falls!!! You see it go and there is only so much you… Continue reading Rekindled
Buru!!! Buru!!! Buru!!! Watu wanne gari inatoka. Madam unaishia? Ingia ni watu wanne tu wamebakia. Buru!!! Buru!!! Ingia kwa hii gari jamaa!!! Buru karibu tuishie!!! A fight-like encounter seems to be brooding between two matatu conductors. Now that is quite ‘normal’ around the bus station. I manage to push my way through, in between the… Continue reading Why Teachers Go (Back) to Class
Sleep creeps Won’t let me bleed My dreams Dim Fears Gleam Death is beautiful Green My eyes dart Blink loud Shoulders slump From the weight Of the world Expectations Annihilation I stare at nothing Space Just to reminisce Of the good times Gone Heaven must wait Rest. Photo courtesy.
I am made of flaws Dark and bright Flaws that glow In the night I am made of sevens I am in heaven For a moment I am hades Then a god Or both at the same time Ugly and beautiful like a mine The apple stuck in my throat That’s for Lot The ledge… Continue reading Apple