Languor, pirouetted, warty *** In my dreamy languor, I saw the face of my crush, but when she pirouetted into a room and I followed through the only door and caught her there, her face got old and warty and sprouted a red-gray beard like a fungus. I woke up screaming like a lunatic.
Were we always this selfish as humans, or is it because of money, Maybe we should blame nature, but why haven't the bees diluted honey, The apple tree produce mangoes, chasing what we can't have, Who should we blame for what we've become, is it the one above. Was getting attracted to those … Continue reading Money, dreams and nightmares
Just walked away from all of it but, Sometimes I look back, though with a scary quick glance Afraid I might end up like Lot's wife, a pillar of salt It's only when I'm reminiscing, when I'm lost in a reverie Pleasant memories of my childhood back in Busia, good old days Living without care, … Continue reading Left to die
Nilimsho I have a dream Akadai ataki Luther King Anataka tu boy wake awe na keja bigi na range (Told her I have a dream Said she doesn't want Luther King Just wants her boy to have a big house and a Range Rover) I walked away and never looked back. -- corrupted Swahili --
If only I told you my dreams, you wouldn't believe me If only I told you my nightmares, you wouldn't believe me I want to go to space, but I'm not an astronaut I want to write from the sky, at the limit I want to be at City Cabanas, I want to be in … Continue reading This Moment