Piritons

Sleep eludes me yet again.  And looking at the tiny yellow pills drowning in the space of their see through plastic bag, I wonder for a moment, how many it would take, to knock me out for a whole day straight. 

Two and a Half Seasons of Coldplay

  Speed of Sound reminds me of chilly days keeping my sister company while my niece was still unborn. We were both guilt-free couch potatoes waking up to TV and watching as many Fashion Police episodes as our reminders could allow. (Our love for the program died with Joan Rivers. Afterwards, it felt like watching…

Death Wish

Sometimes I deliberately sabotage myself when I know deep down that I  do not want something. There’s a time I wasn’t exactly suicidal but I wasn’t high on life either; and each bus I would go into, travelling over long distances, I would not put on my seat belt. I would consciously remember that it is advisable to put it on but I…

To Change the World

​Anger drives me; perhaps more than love does. And sometimes, thinking myself a single mosquito wrecking havoc on an adult human,I believe with all my heart that I can change the world. I am not too small. And then sometimes I think myself a freshwater raindrop falling into a salty sea. What good will it…

The Laughter of Candles

Water slowly fills up the toilet tank in the darkness two doors away. It is silent; everyone asleep save for my thoughts and my fingers. The candle beside mesteadily glows; an upside down flag, orange and ancient, standing strong on a single string and laughing at the failures of modernity. If I listen carefully close, I bet I’d hear it hissing. It’s how candles laugh. But…

To Laugh

Thoughts of death swirl around my head as soothing whispers promising sweet oblivion. And I have to stop myself from going back to bed and disappearing under the duvet. Sleep is a step too close to the oblivion I seek and yet not close enough. It’s all or nothing for me and so rather than futilely welcome death, I will sit here…

Evening Chai

​Morning tea is a ritual. Evening tea however has a certain magic to it. The universe aligns at that first sip of perfectly boiled, perfectly strong, perfectly sugared tea, and in that moment, I know what happy feels. How weirdly good evening tea tastes to me, is how alcoholics feel at the sip of just the…

To Calm A Nomadic Soul

I miss them. Days I’d be washing utensils deliberately slowly, my mind all over the place and nowhere all at once, yet in no hurry to go anywhere or do anything else. Just cup after cup, deep inside and round, then upside down, out, round, and on and on and on.

Brace Yourselves For Sense8 Spoilers

So this friend from school got a part in the Netflix series Sense8 last year  and regardless of the fact that he wasn’t the lead, it was still a huge HUGE deal he got in on it! Not only that but another day in town with a pal of mine, I happened to find myself…

Publishing Flops and New Strategies

Turns out, Wattpad is more full of shit than I had earlier anticipated. Formatting poetry on it is a bitch as it keeps adding or eating up paragraphs, and after many tries, I got frustrated and decided against it. I will post my poetry right here and when I’m done posting the about 12 poems,…

I AM KENYAN

There is this question I ask myself sometimes: What makes a person Kenyan? Being born here…being married here…Seeking asylum, applying and going through the annoying channels to rightfully be here? I am Kenyan because I’ve been here since birth. I have a right to be here- and so do many other people who have made…

MY DEAR FORGOTTEN BLOG…

I have abandoned my blog for a long time. I know! The simple reason being- I just didn’t know what to post. I was busy working on another blog which is also a baby I love to bits (not a human baby- You know how I feel about those:-D) I have also been really caught…