When you think about it, most of the good inventions and innovations come along to make sin a whole lot easier, fun and faster. Rat routes must have been evolved by people who wake up late and have to dash to work to lie to their bosses how they were stuck in traffic. Smokers too. Let me narrow the scopes down to ‘weed smokers’. The rest have nothing to hide. Funny though; we short cut users know each other by name; at least a false one. … More Rat-routes …
There’s nothing prettier, Than a confident, naked female. A naked female face, that is. Female face without make-up, Is what I really mean. Nature simply drives insane. Because we are part of it. And that’s how we’re hardwired. But maybe I’m just a selfish freak, Who thinks of the next hike, And hates anything that’d … More Poem: Naked … female … face
Though I’ve always assumed, it’s clear in hindsight, I’m anything but normal. For all my anxiety and fear to fail, the cracks are quickly showing up. Loner, hyper-vigilant, secretive, daily shedding close friends; in fact I’m alone in this inner social circle frown emoticon . Distant woodsy areas leave a tingling sensation at my toes. … More An inner peace
Why do humans have to sway their arms while they walk? I dunno boss, but it just feels right. That’s what this post feels like. Apparently aware that most of you think I’m the useless dude in campus chasing away the cold by roasting maize on electric coils, I’ve decided to let you in on … More Hey, I’m part of this Storymoja Festival 2014!
You tighten that tie and remodel the raspy voice, Full of spirits, you wait as you pat your tummy, You prepare to ooze machismo as if that stuff is trained, Then she doesn’t call, she doesn’t appear, she bounced you. You’d tightened your purse strings just for this, Seems her adrenaline wallowed from the beautiful … More Poem: She bounced you
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
Late night, I try to write; My little rhyming verse; I do not seem, to have the sight; My inactivity seem to be my curse, Squeezing another word my pen doesn’t move, Trembling hands, again I scratch it out, My mind refuses to find that groove; So silently I curse and shout, Slowly remembering my … More POEM: Late night I try to write.
I bought two mangoes the other day When I was eating one I thought of giving one to you In a hot sunny day You bought a big mango You, me and my cousin shared it together It was a good memory The radio was playing your favorite kameme songs My hands were sticky from … More POEM: Mango
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