Night Terrors
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
These potholes, catch my heels’ heels in ways that make my knees fold, and all this, chanting, jumping up and down, is making me feel old. There was a time, when moving, grooving felt like fairy dusted gold, but tarmacing and hussling is making wrinkles start to show. There must be more, to these…
I am forced to admit, that I am quite a sporadic writer. I woke up the other morning, at three thirty, jumped out of bed and scrambled for a pen and lots of paper. I had to write about growing up, something I am suddenly very happy I’ve managed to do. Perhaps, one day, when…
Do not think that blind hate is not blind.
We must seek to define, what they try to divide.
I have the opportunity, once a month to ask people what they think about Kenya. It’s an anticipated pleasure. I was surprised by how much we agree on. Last night, there was a coincident of a sentiment that has been bouncing around my mind with it’s resonance. Our politicians represent us, reasonably accurately. As a…
Last Two TIK editions have given us some statistics. Our Top Hates are: In First Place: Polititians 2nd: Traffic 3rd: Corruption and Tribalism Drew. Our top loves: 1st: The Kenyan People 2nd:The Women 3rd: Kenya itself 4th: The weather, the countryside, the diversity of Cultures and the good life all drew. So We love each…
Without you no one else perceives,
That you stood to burn for me.
Tusikubali kuwa nyasi,
Ndovu zikipigania Udume.
…flowing milk down drainage pipes…