“I’ll Be There”

This version of the song originally performed by Michael Jackson and those other guys The Jackson 5 is the one I want played at my memorial service. You do not listen to jazz now that I am here but you damn well will when I die! Muahahahahahahaaaaaa, onomatopoeic sound for maniacal laughter, muahahahaaaa! Because I …

The Groove

One of the most significant changes that come with intimacy with another person is the disruption of routine. Once you allow another person into your life, it ceases to be “business as usual”. We remain alone and come to enjoy being alone, especially after moving past a great disappointment – a heartbreak, a job loss, …

The Beau With Teeth

With white sawing teeth, She shows them pearl and bright, But she has unseen thorns. She bites, hearts becoming apple soft and sweet in her hands, Mesmerising, as she smiles and scarlet billows spread.  

Monochrome

Kwani ni mimi pekee hupenda? Kwani ni mimi pekee napendana hapa? Am I the only one who loves? Am I the only one loving here?  

L8r

Hi! Its bn a min. Hp ur wel. Hv bn tryn to rch u bt I gs ur busy. Missment nayo?! Bn calln, txtn, hata WhstAp hupatikani. I knw I hrt u & am rly sry. I thot we 0/1 hd sth gud goin bt tws nt mnt 2 b. I wry abt u & …

No Plus One

I asked her how her best friend was doing. “She’s my sister, not my best friend!” She corrected. They are that close. “She’s getting married.” “Good for her! So, I’ll be your plus one?” I asked, half-jokingly. I dislike weddings but I would show up just to see her dressed and dolled up and to …

Stanley Kubrick

If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility. Why, he might ask himself, should he bother to write a great symphony, or strive to make a living, or even to …

Rhapsody (3) because it is Tuesday

Kendrick is growling in my ear, “…where were you when I was walking?”. I love this song. Then again, I love Kendrick’s music. The wind whips against me, fresh and clear for the first time in months. No dust. It is raining, not too hard and not a drizzle either. I am walking home and …

Rhapsody (2), because it is Monday

I like to consider myself a reader, although with so many books left to read, and so many half-read and poorly-read read ones, this is a bit presumptuous. I have barely scratched the surface of what my intellect can consume and digest. I honestly do not fully grasp why I pick up a book often. …

She is beautiful in a hard way, the kind of woman who does not so much as seduce your attention but bludgeons it out of you and forces you to acknowledge her. I get the feeling she goes about most of her affairs this way; not gently or haltingly. She endears roughly.