Poetry
I Stop Hating Myself
Sometimes I feel so down Worthless, a belt short of its buckle Sometimes I feel like a cheap spray Or perfume that smells like sweat I get to my knees but things get tougher I…
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Poetry
Still Thankful
I have worked so hard in life Perused through books of man And dug through the book of life Straight A’s I got Of good character I have been And laze never took the best of me I…
Poetry
Am Not Perfect
I strive to do good Yes, you may see me with my thick Bible With my masterly in cramming the verses And my strong christian dialect But I fall too So bad that I get hurt with…
Poetry
Am So Delicate
Am made of bones and flesh Which simply means I can be fractured by a donkey cart I have a small pumping heart That can go faint from a simple cut I am unaware of my fate And thus…
Poetry
Mother's Day?
Mama, Do I need a specific day? To pamper you with thanksgiving? Do I need a fraction 1/365? To define my love in 24 hrs? Do I need to follow suit? Because Google Doodles did?…
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Life & Experiences
Donkey, We Are Screwed!
The feeling you get when you really don’t believe what you see. “Donk, you know what?” “I don’t know, but am really good at giving that irritating neigh while farting! Am also…
Poetry
The Girl in the Bus - Part 2
So I was in a frenzy My body was like effervesence Tingling like a frozen glass Restless and fidgety I studied her body language Her sight and state of unrest ‘Hi’ ‘Haaaaaeee.’…
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Humor
Am Ditching All My Friends
The following characters best describe my friends. Bongoman, Stewie Griffin, Homer and the colored one whom I won’t call fat but plus size. People say friends are everything, that…
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Poetry
The Girl in the Bus - Part 1
Am seated in a bus One wailing its way in diarrhoea As it journeys its way outside Nairobi Beside me, a beauty Her face reminds me of someone I loved As she sat our faces met…
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Poetry
Your Amazing Love
For the times I have doubted you For the times I have mocked you Asking what you want with my life For the times I have arrogantly questioned What kind of a God you are And the…
Poetry
As She Smiles
Her walk A children’s play in the prairie Just as her smile rhymes With the petals that hug The green stalks of grass She is of fine physique One that would baffle a curator Her…
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Life & Experiences
It Is Not Unfortunate Being Maasai
So a mail pops in my inbox and this lengthy email from a beautiful Maasai lady unwraps itself and I don’t hesitate to write it. I have been doing Maasai activism articles before…