Give me a song of old Let me listen to it Let me sing along it Let it drive away the cold Let it brighten the day I don’t mind sharing the story of how my first time listening to the muse felt The way it swept me off my feet Blew my mind and … Read more
Moon, I’ve been watching you, and I’ve seen how you lie lazily in the daytime sky, till it’s evening. When the night draws its invincible curtain upon the Earth, there you are, you light up. While other humans may admire your ‘moonlight’, I know at the heart of it, you’re a copycat; the lesser light. … Read more
One of my blogger friends, Njoki, or as she goes by her pen name Rusty Fingers challenged me to start a gratitude journal. Even after writing about gratitude on the lemonade article, I was still grumbling a lot, ha! So I took up the challenge, and while on it stumbled onto my beginnings, as little … Read more
I will not pretend to understand much But permit me to share this with you It’s the uncertainties of life that make it beautiful We may plan how we want our day to be But guess what, it is the unplanned events that make up life We do not have much of a say in … Read more
Sitting five stories high inside the reputable institution whose name invokes high esteem for academia, this building dubbed ‘Technology House’ is a nightly home to JKUAT‘s (Juja) nocturnal scholars. A haven for all-nighters, Tech house has probably seen millions of gallons of midnight oil burnt over its tenure of service, all thanks to the 24-hour … Read more
This is where I draw the curtains; my show is over This is where I quit my bargain. I’m tired of taking cover My happiness now does not depend on being in a rover Or the beauty of a lover It’s overwhelming this illness It has brought with it tones of loneliness Messed up … Read more
Hurt he felt, Love he felt more, a very thin line he had as the difference between the two feelings, The irony was just overwhelming writing became his way of expression with words as the heartbeat that fuelled his blood his blue blood, ink. He grew less verbal and more writal’ This words healed wounds … Read more
It sways and swervesManouvers the potholed dusty roadLike a speed car on its favorite race roadA bounce and a slight haltA long press onto the honkTo announce its arrival Touts cling on it from every sideWith a grip as firm as the claws of a feasting tickFlexing around like the inflatable ghosts of HalloweenOr inflatable … Read more
Head shake. Another head shake. Yet another head shake, and still a lot more heads on the queue waiting to shake in defiance to the destitute face of the street pauper. Stiff heads won’t tweak a tad. Even their eyes lie frozen; the occasional blink ruled out for a moment. They seem lifeless and unresponsive. … Read more
It starts with rumbles and growls, the kind known as borborygmi in medic jargon. These are the sounding calls of a hungry belly, just about the nicest it gets when time is due for a meal. When the belly is done pleading, things might get a little ‘hangry’. Hunger pangs begin to bite. The belly … Read more