Is there a queue anywhere? Like at a soft drinks booth? Good! Join the queue. You don’t really have to buy anything. When you reach the end of the queue, just plonk to it’s tail and help elongate it. Sometimes just watching the world burn is what you need after all. I have a penchant for queuing and apologizing, especially when fueled by coffee from a hawker. I’m sorry. … More Sit in a park
Some times, you forget to turn off the tap. Then you go to bed. One such plumbing mistake in a bedsitter would find you waking up by the seaside. Life can be a total beach in a bedsitter. Black-outs in bedsit land? Misery too. … More Once upon a bedsitter …
I’ve just eavesdropped a dialogue from the kitchen between Kelly and a visitor who’s left green crocs at the doormat. I’m not making this up. Fashion sense. Why green, though? Because green is the color of money, grass, oak leaves, and alien bombs. How the hell would I know why it was green? Anyway, she’s sobbing uncontrollably. She’s told Kelly, amid her spasms, that she’d given her heart to someone. The whole of it. And as if I haven’t heard enough, this dude broke it.
What? Heart. So people do that? Yes. Organ donation. … More Organ donation … and broken hearts
I heard a song on Sunday, I thought of you. Are you well? It said ‘count your blessings’, I counted you twice, I’m pretty sure, The neighbors can hear, When I think about you, Under the moonlights, Or when I shower, Accidentally for five hours. First time I saw you, Best art in the … More If this is a state of trance …
Then, I come from that part of the world where I have to mention our hens that look fleshy, not only to the boys in the hood (that’s me and my 2 bros who always have to answer a case of who slaughtered the chicken) but also to the chief’s cocks who make sure they exercise their curvy thighs by engaging them in what seems like prey-predator skills that come in handy for the x-mas chases that always ensue. Determined to strike gold in the hearts of our layers, these cocks always stream in through the fence we share with the chief, making them scamper all over the compound like stray bullets, to provide some cherished home-made entertainment for crazies like me, writer dog. I want home! … More Home’s always sweet!
If I were to fall in love, It would have to be with you. Your eyes, your smile, The way you laugh, The things you say and do. Take me to the places, My heart never knew. So, if I were to fall in love, It would have to be with you. If I were … More Poem: IF I WERE TO FALL IN LOVE
An unseasonal rain was falling, threatening to shred the flowers in his hands to pieces. The roads that had been reduced to a series of rock-hard ruts and potholes during the long dry span were slowly being transformed into slippery ooze. They looked bad, as if carved out during the tumultuous era of erupting volcanoes … More Pants down!
Just imagine, I’m in the library, and instead of using the Online Public Access Catalog to search books, I’m doing this. Eh? Now stop imagining because that’s the truth. That’s what is happening. So what is love? And marriage? This came into my mind after seeing some writings on this table right here saying, “When … More Graffiti, love and marriage.
Hun, you’re my world, Even hurricanes can’t get you, Out of my mind, Sometimes I look at you, And wonder if you look at me, Sometimes I can’t see myself, When I’m with you, I can only just see you, At times I think of you, And wonder if you think of me, Sometimes I … More POEM: She’ll call you mommy
I know how it is—we all want to be mysterious. None of us want to get hurt. None of us want to look desperate. So we wait to respond to texts, phone calls, emails, Facebook messages, Tweets. So we communicate our emotions in how we end our messages. So we say vague, half-statements and expect … More Let’s tell them before we die…