“Shake your bambam, kwenda sukuma! Shake your bambam, kwenda sukuma! Shake your bambam, kwenda sukuma! Shake your bambam, hapooo!” You know I love Sauti Sol. So much. I write about them. I sing their songs. I tweet about them. And believe me, this is not one of those ati I don’t know why I love … Continue reading Wash That BAMBAM!
There's something about making mistakes. Mistakes occur all the time. But you see, a mistake made in private isn't such big of a deal. You'll submit the wrong answer for a question privately to your teacher and it’ll only be you and he would know that you're struggling with Data Structures and Algorithm. You'll cook … Continue reading Bi-tentional
I find myself smiling. Alone. A lot. When I'm walking behind a couple whose hands swing so close to each other; some swings make their hands touch and other swings just - ammm swing by. My smile broadens especially when the hands touch then each holds the other. The holding of hands. So intimate yet … Continue reading I Smile
Look how you’re making my ice cream melt with your hotness. Hotness? Heat. Heat sounds better. Look how you’re making my ice cream melt with your heat you hot human. Katerina. I have come to take some Wings at Chicken Inn as I come up with my new Story with Saruuussshhhh. It has been a … Continue reading Katerina
Even as I write this today, almost nine months later, I can vividly remember how nervous I was. I could feel my anxiety slowly building up. I was trembling more than usual. My palms were extra sweaty. They are always sweaty for some reason, and cold too. Even on hot days. Even when I’m wearing … Continue reading My First Time
A sequel to the story "Shoot your Shot!" Your arrival today caught me unawares. You should have rung to say you were coming. Maybe then I could have changed into something else girly. These may be my favorite pajamas but now looking at the creases and the missing button, I don't feel so good about … Continue reading She Said No, But There was More…
PART 3 …continued I could not take in more of what Father was saying. I regretted even asking him to narrate the story in the first place. He disgusted me. The world could definitely do without people like him. People who realize the vulnerability of the human will and take advantage of the weak. Why … Continue reading Atonement.
Continued... A FEW YEARS EARLIER: “Father,” “Yes my dear,” “Before my confession what is it that I should say?” I stammered. “In the name of the Father…,”he started and I rushed to catch up with him in perhaps the most powerful signing in the world of faith. “How long has it been since your last … Continue reading Reverse Confessions…
Dedication to the purest souls I know. Happy Birthday... I remembered the jaws of everyone present in the auditorium dropped in sheer disbelief. Had our ears heard well? Hands of the few were cupped at their mouths. Even the deejay had stopped the music. No. It couldn't be. I guess the king of FIFA was … Continue reading Shoot your shot! Shoot your shot!
“Man of the cloak! Meet the man with Glock! You’re going to pay for what you’ve done. You pig! Filthy Pig!” The hypocrite was sweating profusely. Maybe I didn’t even have to blow his brains out. He’d probably drown in a pool of his own sweat and fake tears. Maybe also urine? Had he shit … Continue reading Man of the Glock!