[zilla_likes] When Obonyo heard his name roll out of the President’s tongue, he could not believe it. He was ecstatic. He wanted to jump up and down in glee, and shout and kiss the President’s hand but he couldn’t. After all, it was part of being a soldier. He had to remain stoic in the […]
Author: King
King is a mad writer on the loose. He is suspected to have lost his mind a few years after he was born. Since then, he has been writing his mind almost everywhere he can put his pen on. Someone – a government, a state, a police force, a parent, a teacher, a rabbi, a president, a sacco, a doctor, a deranged ex, a church, a therapist, or anyone with a bit of power bestowed upon them – should reprimand him and help him.
Men also cry
[zilla_likes] When Baraka heard the window in his living room shatter, his buttocks tightened and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He opened his eyes wide in the dark, trying to see any shadows through curtained-off his window. His heart was pounding its way out of his chest cavity. He sat up slowly, […]
Men Playing God
[zilla_likes] For the first time ever, I am typing a blog post in a public place. I am in the school computer lab with a few other students. The mood reeks of Friday debauchery and cheap cologne. The guy closest to me has a colorful jacket, and baby locks with a bead tied against the […]
Highlights: 2017
[zilla_likes] The year has come to an end and frankly, I didn’t have deep introspective moments like meeting a dying man who gave me the secret to life. I would love to blame it on my ‘lack of financial freedom’ (read: broke as hell) but really it’s my meagerness in the adventurous spirit. That’s why […]
Girl by The Pool
[zilla_likes] I’m at a hotel somewhere along Thika Road. Let’s go swimming, they said, and although I don’t know how to, I tagged along. Now me not knowing how to swim is no lie, I have no idea. Not a clue. Throwing me in water is like pulling a trigger to my head, Kurt Cobain style. […]