The Thing

There was a boy who sat across me in class in primary 7,he had a pointy head and it was fascinating. It fascinated me and sometimes when the lesson was boring especially during afternoons I'd unconsciously focus on his head and imagine how he must have been pulled out from a rather too tight exit

ADVENTIST YOUTH

So today after many years I met Ochi*.He was our youth leader in church back then. He was quite old to still be in the youth group and sometimes I believed he was chosen to lead us because he was 'big' or maybe because being a leader would increase the number of appearances he'd have

PRUDENCE OR PRETENCE.

My friend Prudence is a pretender.When the man comes,She makes fruits in a blenderBut I know herAnd I know no fruit warmsHer heart like beer.My friend loves to showSome leg,But when he is aroundShe keeps her hem low.She pretendsBut she'll be found.When he is aroundShe eats like a vegetarianClaiming she's one;But deep down she cravesFor

IN THE BUS

He sat next to me. As the bus drove off I got my phone out to play candy crush just like I do on all my trips. Level 586 wasn't easy but I used just one life to crack it. I almost yelled "yes!" In celebration but was cautious not to be thought crazy and

SOMEONE ELSE’S

I should marry you.Let's take a walkLet's run evenLet's have these hoursBefore I'm someoneElse'sIt's only hours awayBut I need us..I need us to runFor I burnJust like I knowYou do tooBefore I say "I do"Let me have you.He did the sameWith SueBut I doubtThe pleasure he hadWill match ours!So let's goHave each otherBefore morning comesTo

FORGIVE ME

I walked out the door,And fell in love,With one who promised,To love me again,Forgive me I fell in love again.His beauty I cannot ignore,It touches my soul and,Burns my eyes,I know its mutual,Forgive me I fell in love with another.He promises to love me,UNCONDITIONALLY.Your love for me can never match his,You see you are human,and

Hazy Travel

Once in a while, I travel to town just so I can stay sane. Living in the village sets one back a few months psychologically and I'd hate to be that woman. So I'm sitting in a typical Kenyan matatu. I choose the front seat but a disabled man comes and has to sit here...

Hit Me Again

  I will not let you No I won't I will not Let you hit me Again. You did it once before And I let you. I stood there As you threw The punches I did not shed a tear That maybe made you Madder I was too hurt to cry You couldn't see that.

People!

I don't like People I used to I used to like People But not anymore. I don't I don't like people. Some people are Snakes Most people are Two faced. All people are Pretence itself. I don't like people Men or women Both I don't like. I used to I used to like Men and

Short Story – Life Might not Give You a Second Chance

Life Might not Give You a Second Chance It was their anniversary, and Aisha was waiting for her husband Rajiv to show up. Things had changed since their marriage, the once cute couple couldn't live without each other had turned bitter. Fighting over every little things, both didn't like the way things had changed. Aisha