[zilla_likes] My bourgeoisie neighbors bought a turkey three days ago; a fully grown turkey with a beard and a mortgage. I don’t know why they did it but my guess is, the man finally clocked 40 and is having a dire case midlife crisis. So on the eve of his 40th birthday, he turned to […]
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.
A Boy and A Bicycle
[zilla_likes] When I was a kid, I had few expensive gifts and among them was my first and only childhood bicycle. You see this bike was so good it came disassembled in a Japanese box that had a new-shoe smell, I couldn’t even ride on the first day. We had to take it to a […]
A Man and His Dreams
[zilla_likes] I wake up terrified, heaving and drenched in my own sweat. I feel blood rushing through my head and my throat is as dry as gin. Through the curtain, the white full moon pours its light all over the room and it looks immaculate, its serenity calming my spirit. I can feel my wife’s […]
Just another Social Media Rumination
[zilla_likes] There was always an air of pride surrounding Tajush back in high school. And don’t get me wrong, it’s not that negative hubris girls in Mpesa shops in CBD have, no. It is that pride that makes everyone around revere you. And I admired it, to be honest. Beyond milk white teeth and a […]
Sleeves and Fists
[zilla_likes] I believe in my heart that in any man’s life, there is always a point words will fail to communicate what we feel. Instead, we will opt for silence, but that too will prove futile. In this event, only one thing speaks louder than the previous two: fists. I can feel eyeballs turning in […]