Melancholia of The Drunk

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

You let a good girl go when you couldn’t keep it in your pants. She asked you to wait. She told you she wasn’t ready. She said she couldn’t have it yet. She said she was still laying her eggs, it wasn’t safe. But you couldn’t wait. Somehow you figured you can’t spend a day… Read more

There’s was once a woman I used to know. She wasn’t just in love. Her man built barricades on her paths. He was a drinking one and a temperamental one. In the morning, he could leave home for no job but to the local drinking den, till in the evening. And later go home with… Read more