Evening is rapidly becoming night. Awaiting the starlight, shadows of trees dance upon the box wood fence.Traversing the leafy suburbs of Nairobi, 38 year old Bob whistles his heart out. Political families in the hood dine and the gardens across are full of life and laughter. Hakuna Matata. 15 minutes of cycling and the environment …
I'm unknowingly walking right towards what broke me once. With my head down and music blasting in my ears, listening to The Weeknd heartly sing about how much he's loosing his faith and religion of late , thinking about how he manages to make it all sound so angelic, beautiful and inviting, oblivious to the …
Slightly cold and a bit of grief meditating about the atmosphere, they looked at my face only to comprehend I had not faced any amount of loss. These talks cremated with brief pauses of darkness, roaring whispers and sad-hewn phrases for the departed souls that only opened my eyes to the meaning of death.
"You are not alone" - Michael Jackson Hello Stranger I feel sorry I didn’t write you this one yesterday. I know its you. I don't know you but you rush here daily whenever I post. It is not every time that my posts will relate. I know you have things you do, different from the …
Creators upload thousands of videos daily on Youtube. This explains what kind of competition you are up against if you decide to become a Youtube creator. Hence many people count themselves out. They accept the perspective; That youtube is not only for the already influential but also for the very-most popular amongst us. But do …
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Letter to You What's possible is to bet on being strangers again and cry upon deeds not yet done. But are we done with the bad deeds , the small pains that as sure as the sun rises will come back to haunt us. What if we don't hold on and let those tiny …
Better Days are Yet to Come It’s a difficult time and I am not leaving my home. And when I leave to come and see you, I wear a mask. But are we really seeing each other with our smiles restlessly lying beneath a piece of cotton. It could be easier for all of you …
"Tell you What; Glenfiddich will have gone down the drain. Probably, the william Lawson whiskey signature will have changed. It will be 2060. We shall be aged. Grannies and grandpas." Born 90's will be roughly 60 to 70 years of age. It doesn't make any sense right now. At that time it will be reality …
'Sweet Mother!' The tune tickles me. Prince Nico Mbarga is playing. His words sink deep into my nerves. I hum to the dulcet 1970s tunes. Such are the moments when reality is so loud. Slow and soft music has a thing for that. My inherited record player is ancient and broken. A few fixes here …
"My high is not your high. Peer influence will kill our generation." All characters in my clique were creative,playful and seemingly normal. That was in my childhood days. 30 years now am alone, writing, acting and dying. Memories with you are timeless and it's my hope you are doing just fine. Oh! Rest In peace …
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