Growing up, i found it confusing trying to get the real meaning of what it is to be a teenage boy: boisterous, uninhibited, preoccupied with having fun with pals; even playful though less than a child but with vigour than a man. In life, it is a fleeting interlude — a time when boys are … More Aye… Troubled teens?
When someone says the phrase “your worst nightmare”, I automatically conjure an image of my phone falling into the toilet. Yet that really isn’t the worst. You’re busy blowing your rusty trumpet to a chiq in that high-end hole where you normally ditch ‘the brothers’ and hibernate to when something oils your wallet or salary … More Of loudmouthed mobile phone prattlers.
I don’t make such posts. But I’m just past ‘Zombie’ on my playlist. The words, so strong! A friend played this song yester-night as we were having supper at his digs. He happens to be a victim of the PEV that rocked Kenya 2007/2008, that seemingly even reshaped the politics of the country and left … More Let’s love, not fight!
i don’t drink, i say, oh, so what are you Mr. Nice Guy? neither do i smoke i retort, nor do i fancy bums shaking around me, they wonder and humiliate, try to asunder my esteem, it’s friday nine p.m, campus rowdy like it’s closing time, no it’s time to rave, get high than a … More POEM: Morality