Soul/ Sun

I can see what she is doing. I see it even before she does. She is searching for my soft spots, trying to push my buttons, the places she can put her fingers on and press and squeeze me out of myself. This is her way of getting to know me. I want to tell …

There’s a lot I haven’t tried. I’m still here, I tell myself. I’m still here. – Anthony Bourdain  

I think the reason you sometimes find horror movies funny is that horror and humour share a core concept: the subversion of expectations. In comedy, this inconsistency is captured by the punchline. It has no analogy in horror, at least not one that comes to mind right now. You do not expect Dave Chappelle to …

Me: Your car smells like a sweet. Uncle: It is a sweet ride. Me: ….. Nice one!  

Chief! How’s it going? Hapa salama, tryna keep it together because I miss outside, but it’s all good. Wewe? I’m doing well. Balancing work and life is a bit difficult when outside is off limits. I hear you. Ni ngumu. We’ve all been struggling, but it’s often hard to pinpoint exactly what the issue is …

Me: Manze, I’m seeing so many beautiful women during this lock-down. Wanakuwanga wapi hizo siku zingine? Her: Na mabwana wa wanawake wengine.

Today I went outside

Today, For the length Of a tree’s shadow I escaped memory’s embrace. Today, For a long moment I forgot the world Has tilted off its axis. Today, The sun could not burn me enough And I relished the sweat dripping down my back As I walked back home. Today I went outside.