Melancholia of The Drunk

There are those mountains, With pumis rocks underlying their surface, Steep slopes; Thawing winds and thick humidity, Fog, mists brew; Volcanoes overly extinct. There are thosemountains, Small scrubs and few plants; Monkeys and wild fruits, Down the slope; Mass wasting of debris, Pebbles settles gently. There are those mountains, Stream of water, fresh flows beneath;… Read more

I never thought I’d write about myself in past tense or present tense, if it never meant writing my memoir. One day you’re this little kid with the prettiest smile; living in a big house; your mom and dad still in love like they met yesterday. So they buy you a bicycle; for its the… Read more

“Honey, I’m feeling cold..” “Honey, don’t leave me alone..” “Honey, I’m shivering…..” “Honey, there’s a lump in my chest, my lungs hurts so bad I wanna cry….” “Honey, please hold my hands, just once….” “Honey, it’s dark, please put on the lights….” “Honey, it hurts, please make it stop..” Hani doesn’t want to talk to… Read more

If there was freedom of speech. Freedom of movement. Freedom of expression. Freedom of mass communication. Then I guess we wouldn’t be lying to one another. I imagine,that my girlfriend will ask me if it’s okay to date another dude. She’ll notice him. She’ll tell me that he is her crush. And I, I would… Read more

Years from now on, you won’t be mine. I’ll be looking back, and I’ll be surprised at how fast you’ve moved on with life. I’ll be driving along Nakuru-Naivasha highway on a hot sunny day. My truck will break down. And I’ll be alone. I’ll be stuck somewhere along the highway, where help lies thousand… Read more