Poor little guy takes it crying out for his mother, who is silent to his cries and desperate pleas. He is sixteen. Just sixteen.Read More “MOM PLEASE HELP”
Dear Santa, when do you come to the ghetto?Read More AN OPEN LETTER TO SANTA CLAUS
Let me hold on, To going to parties together, not concerned about how late we stay out. They all stare at me with that pitiful gaze, none ever bold enough to ask it We’re all thinking it; Where is he? Let me hold on, to calling you baby, in between a silent movie […]Read More A Half Completed Poem from a Decade ago
In retrospect, when I first decided to start a blog a couple of years back, my aim was to bring to light the dire issues in society that aren’t considered dinner table conversations. The topics society likes to dismiss existence. My aim was, and still is, to start and continue said topics. Topics that would […]Read More TAKING STOCK
It got to your head a little bit. That a guy like him would ever in a million years go for a girl like you was unfathomable! I mean, he’s the kind of person you were taught to steer clear from. The kind that go around breaking and collecting hearts as trophies for their trophy […]Read More Caged little birdy, Roar!
matatu (or matatus) noun: (in Kenyan culture) privately owned minibuses ply set routes, run from termini, and are used for both inter- and intra-city travel. Synonym: nganya. ( common word used by the locals) It’s your typical beautiful Sunday night in Nairobi. The air so fresh, no traffic human or otherwise, city lights so bright, minimal number […]Read More Matatu Shenanigans
No I am not okay. My Monday coffee doesn’t bring me out of the funk I am in no matter how hard I try ; not at 4 am on Monday morning, not at 3 pm on Thursday afternoon. Nothing works. Not a whole day spent with friends and foes trying desperately to forget […]Read More HEART STRINGS