He kisses her, slow, steady, tender, unrushed, lips nape, neck…; for the moment, they forget that life is life once again, where everything good is vain and broken.


He munches on the stick of cassava held together with a splice of tomato:

“But this year the elections will be fair…”

They laugh, they cackle; was it a joke? maybe, maybe..

“Wacha! Let them waste their time, Mzee is already ready for them–“


It makes sense now, the laugh she had fought with earlier. It’s an iPhone six plus, coolest phone on the block for the ultra-cool with the money and will to spend it. You are not so cool anymore; You feel like a shit.. You feel like a turd and, as first as a hand that slaps you disappears from your face you hide your phone that is not even a quarter the size of hers both in size and worth. You know you cannot win this one, even combined with your katochi from the key and button age in your left side pocket, you know you can never meet a quarter the cost of hers. You are beaten, you have lost


With time, he thought she meant it emotionally; growing up taught him otherwise. She did not feel a thing when he woke her up after his late nights at his desk. When they lay together as man and woman, and he rode her like a sex fiend resurrect from hell eyes lids clenched together, living a pseudo reality wherein he fucked one of those wenches she had seen in the folds the stupid pornographic magazines he loved so, then going limp, and, collapsing off of her, breathing hard and sleeping off. It was just another chore.


“Curse them all! Screw the stupid mannequins imitating Luther king or Sophocles_ their oration has a long way to go…and their “wisdom”…was indeed “wisdom”. (That remark was especially directed at the chancellor that spoke as if he were borne white and turned black later in life)

Curse their words, their smug faces…their stupid snide pathetic inane naïve congratulatory remarks.

Curse them all!


But year after year
Election after election
We are fed lies at this never coming celebration of a better nation;
Under the watch of the same eyes that promised us a better nation
The nation, the republic is gutted
And corrupted I still wonder why it isn’t swept away yet.


Why the heck was she crying anyway?

Sometimes he wondered what girls like the one in his backseat expected from men like him, men that sat in in bars waiting for prey to show up. Couldn’t they see, he seated there on his lonesome was a clear sign that he like many, was not a fan of committing to one on one situations; that he was there for one and one purpose only, to pick up licqourcited girls that could not make the right call at the particular time?

Why the heck was she crying?

The last words said…

Carol. She was more or less a sister. His parents had come to accept her and love her and she…


Who had the worst day today? Simple, not a competition, but, Who had the worst day today; The papa and…


So dance with me,
Tumble, Move front, back sideways and
You against me turn around and face me
Smiling; smile girl smile, I will smile back at you


My mind is a vessel empty and dry Thirsting for naught but the reason why The reason why, the influx…


I HATE myself. I have done things to make people massage my ego; just so I can feel good about…