Razbliuto. My Muse Is Dying

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When I was in class 7, I wrote my first rap song. I forgot the lyrics to the whole song, but the first line was “Tunapenda kuruka spika ikiraruka, na ngoma ikishuka tunaimba Kapuka…” it doesn’t make sense now, but when I sang it in front of my class one Tuesday morning when we usually […]

I’LL DIE IN THE WEE HOURS

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They’ll find my body in the morning. Devoid of a soul.Hanging limp on the desk.With effects of rigor-mortis slowly settling in. My head will be lying on a book full of words. My painful ramblings, witty concepts, dark thoughts and stuff penned by me, but whose origin I know not. Maybe there’ll be a stain […]