sunset saga

I promised to wake up and write. I haven’t written in a while, I’ve been dealing with a lot of things. Not to mention losing all my world cup games. Ending a chapter in life not knowing where the next road leads to. I woke up at six, in my pair of shorts and a round hat over my head. Nothing seemed to be coming from my sleeping postu re, I decided to let the cold sting my legs so at least I could think. I started turning my phone and laptop inside out - looking for a writing prompt. Sometimes the mojo goes away. It disappears to God knows where and you can’t think. And even if you think something tells you “that won’t be appealing” Two doorsteps away a padlock is receiving a beating of its life because its owner probably lost the key at the counter of a pub. He is not a bad guy because he beats the padlock while talking to it. He’s amazed how he chose himself a worthy padlock. At the window opposite someone angry from his sleep is peeping to see who on earth speaks to a padlock at 6 ...

  First, what’s wrong with carrying a live chicken in town? Why do people look at you like you’re presenting before them a human head. Was it just an idle day, or was it the sack that made it look so odd? It wasn’t even a bad sack per se! I didn’t have a better option, trust me, the sack was the best coz carrying it with it’s legs would have made me lose a few friends. Also, if we don’t carry live chicken here on earth where will we carry them? We got to do what we have to do because life is one. Lastly on first, people should mind their own business…  Second, what matters in life? Thinking liberally, independent of religious strings, societal normalcy and cultural standards. You matter, but at times even, nothing matters. And other times, everything matters. Is life short or long? I would say life is life. Not short as we think and not as long as we would anticipate. Not as long because you can’t forestall your fate. You never know when cotton will be stuffed in your no...

It was one of those long school holidays. You spend most of your time home doing absurd things, for memories. Or rather because you have a crazy brother who will do anything for laughs. A combination of your brother and yourself could be destructive than a missile explosion.  Rachel, as her late father saw fit, was her name. She didn't like the name much. Who do you blame if some day you realize that you don't really look like a Rachel? That the left ear you see when you stare at the mirror should not really belong to Rachel. She was 14, her brother was 12. He was a freaky little boy with humour all over his face. He would make any situation look funny. You don't expect a dull day when you have Ryan for a brother. Their mom was their sole breadwinner.   They lived far a way from the rest of their relatives. The closest relative was their aunt Rosset, with whom they had a crippled relationship after her last visit. During her visit, her house was broken into and swept clea...

  Did you know that you can actually get rid of face acne by drinking a lot of water? I mean a lot of water till you die, then you won’t have to struggle with bad skin any more? I thought you should know. Some years back, I met a friend at the 10th floor of a certain building. She was this beautiful womanz with a bewitching smile. We became so fond of each other and became best of friends. Occasionally she would tell me things about a certain guy. The guy they were having a thing with. Surprisingly they would meet once in three months, yet they didn’t live an ‘impossible’ distance apart. So one day as she was bragging how she’ll be brought flowers on valentine’s day and I boldly told her “You are very single” she looked at me badly – but I was sure she was not close to receiving   any flower for valentine (from the guy). At 11.59pm on Valentine’s Day, the only flower she had was from a random tout who was thoughtful enough. Hours elapsed into days and the guy sensed a shif...

After seeing the Shanquella Robinson’s story I thought widely about certain things. The video was stomach-turning and sickening . Many things about women have turned the internet upside down this ending week. It’s that art of Ronaldo and Messi by Louis Vuitton that has neutralized twitter. So I say unto you, to be on the safe side you all should remember to treat with utmost seriousness the advice to set apart 23hours of your day to fear women, and the other 1 hour to fear them more! So this morning having woken up earlier than it’s normal for Sunday, I decided to continue with my routine of fearing women. In my quest to find a piece to read, I found other couple of reasons to fear women! There is this story by Lance Stevenson , he wrote it a couple of years after it happened. He got an invitation to attend his cousin’s dinner party. They had never met before and only talked over the phone once in a while. He was even surprised that his family invited him for dinner out of the blan...

The Samsung guy had himself a movie for the long trip. I had myself a bad stomach. We all had a thing for the trip. In his phone there was a group of teens wilding in the streets. The street was well lit under golden lights. You could see Korey Wise, Raymond, Kevin and the likes. A story of the Central park five. A tale of a society where a black man has no rights. A tale of two similar persons, but while one makes it and escapes with their life to live another is left doomed and susceptible behind the steel bars. I kept asking the guy “how far is Mtito Andei?”  but the answer was always still too far. Too far was toooo far until it couldn’t be too far any more! The fact remains it was a looooong night.   At 8 am in the morning I was crossing the ocean at likoni. Likoni is a funny place if you’re visiting it for the first time. You see figures running – wrapped in black buibuis and white kanzus. You may think a bomb has been detected and people are running for dear li...

  Trevor called me early in the morning. It’s not strange because he is a guy who can call you at 5am in the morning to tell you absolute bullshit. I had just reached the office and before I could put my behinds down on the seat, my phone rang. I was still breathing heavily because I had just used the staircase to 6 th floor. I felt like waiting for the elevators would make me 1 hr 32mins late instead of the 1hr 30mins I had already made peace with. I was dearly saving 2 minutes. I received the call and on the other end was a seriously laughing voice. Like you could picture all his teeth out, him shaking his head and tapping his feet on the ground. I took a moment to really think of what would make a single guy so happy, at only half past nine in the morning. He suddenly went calm and told me ( with chuckles in his words) that he was brushing his teeth when he remembered a period back in 2017 when I owed my mum some money and couldn’t pay back. I was deeply drawn back and bust...