Phill Ibsen

That feeling when you find yourself guiltily lonely. Imagine of a dog who disobeyed his master for just a single moment. The master; drags it out of the house; lays the dog in the compound; takes a whip and lash on to the dog like he never knew it. The dog barks incessantly; it writhes… Read more

He burst open the door swiftly with a kick that almost broke the hinges; perturbing the meeting that was taking place inside; held by the funeral committee. He was soaking wet; his dark skin absorbed every single bit of light present in the room. Bare chested; He staggered his way in clutching onto a whiskey’s… Read more

My dancing days to the tune of an orange sun, setting at dawn; at the lakeside are over. Moments I spent sitting on a large white stone reminiscing; smoking away a week’s turmoil; during weekends telling tales of a past that once was; are still embroidered in my thoughts. Once it was a shore of… Read more

*Dear Diary* I turn a leaf over; beneath it; its dry like it never rained. Thought I found a shelter. My dwelling place I found. I flip over a new page; its blank; silence lays untapped. I have to write my story. I have to reinvent myself. In my emptied psycho room; I stare at… Read more

Hazily She withdraws her gaze from me; then elevates her eyes to the view of the setting sun behind kisumu town. Smiles slyly then she says; “But Phill, I don’t know the colours of love. I don’t know how they look like..” What does it matter how they look like for someone who has never… Read more