Over the past six months I have faced, what I believe is the most difficult time of my life emotionally. I have hit rock bottom more than once. I have had moments when all I want to share is my personal life and all the fucked up people that have come my way. I have written piece upon piece...
I have walked into town late in the night more than once from the office. The first spot is always just before the entrance to central park on Kenyatta Avenue. It’s always a young girl, probably 5 or 6 years old. Her mother, guardian or boss is usually seated on one of the kanjo benches, somewhere in the dark...
I don’t trust poets in matters of the heart. They always know the words to say, How to phrase, Words to use and how to be fused. Making me swing, twirl and curl My non-existent hair. Draw weird maps with my feet, Loose my word. Find myself singing gugu gaga And the response to each and every question is deep!   I don’t trust poets in matters politics. They always say...
Moments when tears are not enough to express your pain,   When you can feel the pieces where your heart once was,   When wishing is all you can do,   That is the moment you realize how much of a human you are.   How vulnerable and fragile you've become.   The moment your breathing seems valueless.   It is in pain we really see ourselves.      
Insomnia is a bitch! With claws for nails, My time for coins. A wealthy bastard in a strip joint, Making it rain. Red light districts light up at his sight. When he rains, he pours. When he reigns, he pours.
I have had my fair share of matatu randomness in Nairobi. From being harassed, to people eating in them, to the people that sit on half your body and don’t give a crap about it. I have witnessed people who do not understand that the reason I read a book and have my earphones plugged in is because I...
I hate being alone. Don’t get me wrong, I like my space especially when working on something. I have been alone for most of my life and I guess that is what gets to me. I love being around people mostly because I get to observe them and also the fact that good vibes and positivity tends to rub...
My experiences may have made me bitter. Got me to a point of no return. Doubting the preacher, The teacher, Even the scripture. My life has become a twister, And everything I do only sinks me deeper. I am doubting your existence, Regardless of my resilience I can’t ignore my experience.   I am looking for something, Don’t ask what? Instead give me something, anything. Nothing good seems to come off your favourite...
It was Ian’s fantasy to have a threesome and Tracy was determined to make it happen. It wasn’t that easy to find someone they would both like, but she didn’t mind, she just wanted to make him happy. Things had been a bit weird between them after the abortion and she thought if she made this happen, things would...
Yap, yap, yapping is all I can hear, Nothing, not a word he says seems to be clear. I doubt he will mention why there’s sudden hike in my fare, Or why am running and hiding in fear. Or maybe, just maybe why before I sleep every night I must shed a tear. For I am tired of asking questions with no one willing...