Ruined Dates

I honestly have nothing solid to write about this week. I wanted to write a small story on my first time voting and call it “My First Time Voting” but I thought against it. It sounds like those compositions we wrote after school holidays in primary school, and this is a blog, not a composition […]

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Nipping, for men.

Back in 2010, fresh out of primary reeking of good morals and knee-high socks, I went to become a man (which I think is a very archaic way to put it because losing a bit of skin doesn’t mean shit if you still live at your parents’ and ask for airtime cash). [smartslider3 slider=4]   […]

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Your Grace

Days are a bewildering spectacle. They pass by you as you ‘continue to exist.’ They leave you untouched. Uninfluenced. They ignore you. Look through you like you’re mist in Limuru; especially when you’re on your long holiday with no job… or purpose whatsoever. You wake up in the morning because it’s morning and sleep at […]

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