My uncle had twins last December and they are turning a year now. And he says those kids didn’t cry hell in his ears. Never. That they allowed him to sleep soundly. Part of me is happy for him. But why didn’t they cry as much? Is it even normal? Maybe am being cynical since I’ve known babies to cry a lot my entire life and it’s difficult to believe that some actually don’t.Continue reading “Baby Sitting!”
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”
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.
When I am bored and just puzzling a few things don’t make sense. . . like:
1. If poison expires, is it more poisonous or is it no longer poisonous?
2. Which letter is silent in the word “Scent,” the S or the C?
3. Do twins ever realize that one of them is unplanned? Continue reading “Random puzzling thoughts”
He droops along, boots wading
in the downpours’ pools,
slides, falls, but rises again;
Hourly chores to meet. Continue reading “A herdsboy’s life”
I ALWAYS ENSURE I do not sleep with mosquitoes in my room, less in bed. But yesterday, waliniweza nami pia nikawatenda.
Ice cream for the loudest
Being so lazy and full, I had forgotten to close my window and swarms of swarms of those little creatures had made my room their hive. And I couldn’t sleep. Yet all I wanted after a hectic day was to purr and snore. For a moment it felt like my eardrums would get sore. Continue reading “WASIJE TENA – the longest battle with mosquitoes”
“Sorry, can’t say it over the phone,” her voice a mere wisp like a reed in the wind.
She was disgusted enough already. Everything was boring – and stale as she often called such moments.
She let the phone fall among the clutter on her bed, anger and bliss so evident on her face. The mixture of feelings which in the past few hours had been a recipe for hot sad tears – and long sessions of painful sobs. Continue reading “Unlikely cries”