Today I woke up with a start. My heart was beating rapidly; lips and throat were dry. Sweat was dripping from my temples. I had that nightmare again. It’s been going on for the past couple of months. Each night, it gets clearer; the scenes keep changing but the ending remains the same every single […]
I have been writing and studying the techniques of writing poetry for six years now. Six years is a long period, long enough to give one confidence in whatever they do. One would expect that any person who’s done it for that long is confident enough to be ready, and they may be right. But […]
In those days I seemed to be the only one who seemed to have a job. Everyone else seemed to be younger than I was or they had already made it in their lives and had all the time in the world to just sit back and write their brains out.
There is a tale clawing at my rib cage, tugging on my arteries begging to be heard. Hands cupped into a whistle, ready to sing for supper
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 […]
dead-tree-1-sketch-version-2-357×500.jpg 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 […]