a day is a lot of stories. . .
We had to wait a little longer for the bus to fill up before leaving the station. At last! I breathed out a hurrah. I could almost see myself home. And for once there was no ‘javelin crew’ holding on the rails, at least for now. Easy. The misters had so long settled and now people were occupied with their own stuffs. Continue reading “Instead I stayed [III]”
Among the 5 people I had counted last, two passengers caught my attention. Am sure the rest of the bus had also noticed them. For conversations hushed for a second or two the moment they stepped into the aisle. And the mesmerized glances followed them as they fumbled with their odd luggage to their seats. Continue reading “Instead I stayed [II]”
Everything about matatus (buses, vans and everything that looks like one) can be fun but not entirely. Talk of the music and I’ll give you an eight, on the radio stations most of you would give me a four – no lie, a sober trusted friend had confessed. On my part I would’ve voted way lower than that perhaps a two.
I am Thinking. I want to comb my hair. I take a brush and throw the comb out through the window. I should have opened the windows. I don’t want to look odd, I use it to brush my beards instead. Continue reading “I am Thinking”
Do not write a poem after this Oj’bi, I beg,
Oj’bi I beg, do not write a poem after this;
These words I say are only for your ears to sip.
Never trust a person who spells gonorrhea right on the first attempt. Continue reading “Do not write a poem after this Oj’bi”
My socks don’t line-up,
My belt never sits in the middle of my trousers,
My fly doesn’t line-up with my belly button.
My left arm is used for dexterity, Continue reading “OBSESSION”
Daudi my husband,
Is it true that when you died –
you left five pregnant women behind?
Please wake up from your grave
and see for yourself….
Continue reading “Waking the Dead”
Hello world, been quiet for quite awhile. Let me call it quite quiet because I was still in and not lost. Missed you so much! September ended with us drifted but with October am now am here, all yours.
Most of the time I like it when filling applications online – because they make me feel so great. Not because I enjoy the reviews, or the pressing of the keyboard. It’s the fact that this world always want to know where I come from. Continue reading “Tell your story, Africa”
