Musings at their best, what life gave me and how I use it. Two lemons and a vodka bottle.
So this is where I'm supposed to awe you all being my first post and all, hahaha I don't usually follow the norms so pardon my un awing nature. Either way been my first post, you could say I popped its cherry. Yaaay for me and to those who get what I mean. Just keeping... Continue Reading →
Tracing the genealogy of a friendship is like navigating a minefield. When and where it started? You do not know. You just know you don’t remember a time when you were never not friends. In its own way it's a beautiful thing and sometimes in life going with the flow is better than trying to... Continue Reading →
A little bug burrowed it's way and laid an egg somewhere deep in my frontal cortex. The egg hatched and the pesky little larvae drove me close to madness driving me to write this. Safe to say, Mercy, you are blocked.
Do plants get sore throats? Or dry throats? Like when it is too hot and dry and there is not enough water to go around, the soil itself has hardened itself into mother nature's own personal clay pot. I know they dry up and wither but before that happens, do they get that scratchy feeling?... Continue Reading →
Does your laugh get you in trouble? Mine sure does gets me into uncomfortable situations.
Sometimes when KPLC does their thing all I have is a phone on low battery and no internet so I let my imagination roam. Enjoy. #CreativeWriting
You know all that fanfare that usually comes with it. Well, there was nothing of the sort, it was as bland as a meal served at a funeral in Kinangop taken down with tea with milk as heavy as the blankets they use.
Sometimes I write, sometimes I don't. But at least when I do I make sure it tries to compensate for my inconsistency.
Let's end the year and appreciate the people that have been instrumental to making it through.
I will call you bro or brathe for the umpteenth time, and if we do exchange numbers you will end up saving it yourself while I add a suffix based on where we met. Makes my life simpler but I doubt Marto wa Choo Roxxy would think that.
It’s been mostly a sea of white and a blinking cursor, blank pages, and an even blanker imagination. The simplest way to put it is I felt like a wizard who lost his magic harboring the fear that it might never come back. Fear had me hiding behind excuses, afraid of ever trying again. Because what is a wizard without his magic?
Foodies KE
Magunga
Mister Left
Savai Lomosi
The Rackster 