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

I’m recouping in some hospital bed; right at the same time some music is playing on in my mind. “Too good at goodbyes, by Sam Smith”. My doctor has just finished talking to my parents. My doctor takes glances at me with his gaze lowered. My parents turns around and sets gaze upon me. Our… Read more

The next time you shall be seeing me, I’ll be in a prison cell. You will come for a random visit. (Crosses his legs together. With a cigar stuck between his lips, he explodes into a laughter..) nah, nah, nah, of course I won’t be the warden, that’s too cheap for the taste of my… Read more

“Wanted tonight to be perfect just for us..” “I know, couldn’t wait, you’re perfect yourself….” He brushes his lips on hers, long enough to feel their breath dance to the same tune. The room is darkly lit by the silhouette of mahogany branches and papyrus reeds that roofs the small cottage house. “I love how… Read more