SANAA KING.

Mama, I call her beauty queen She shadows the moon with her smile So broad like river nile God can give me the moon and the sun, but i will still choose her She,  very strict, She made me a responsible man and taught me to be a great owner of my mistakes  She made me more of a journalist,as she taught me not to break girls but to break news. News of greatness  She, craved through dust to make me lust She has been the best experience to me, A teacher Her words that boil at 90degrees taught me how to behave along Right angles.  With her strong determination and a forever-spirit she made me live a matched life that bestowed in my eyes, The sultry gleam that separates Men from boys like bruises on peach,  she made me a man iam.  She showed me love with a single condition,A condition that was No Condition Now she Baught me a ruler always Because she always knew i will be a ruler of my own lines  Lines that would give me a transline  And i...

Alcohol changes people. They become unreservedly honest, they become exceedingly courageous and most importantly they become generous-unless you request them to buy you food of course. And so yesterday, at a time like this I was stuck with Curtis in a den somewhere in the dimly-lit outskirts of Eldoret town. We were watching Sportpesa all stars trying to avenge our years of suffering under British colonialism. Needless to say, we successfully failed. As the game raged on I was sipping religiously every twenty minutes on my Alvaro. Curtis on the other hand was imbibing endlessly on a cocktail of several drinks. By half time, he could not tell the Kenyan team from Hull city, and so he started cheering both sides. "I knew it. Ozil has disappeared again in this game." He shouted and burped loudly. A few condescending stares met him and he turned and motioned to a voluptuous waiter to pour him more alcohol. Around five minutes into the second half, two damsels walked into ...

Woman,the only tool  W-ith an O-ption of MAN From where i come from, the woman's Life is a journey of subordination  When she is young, A girl it is the father who makes a series of decions for her  From whether she will get her education to the kind of man she would marry,. For these reasons she becomes the apple of her fathers eye.  Woman,a tool that never seizes to grow For she graduates to an apple tree when she gains the apparently 7+1 figure.  Because she, now becomes the apple of many mens eyes.  Woman, a tool that withholds SELF Esteem Men will split hatred over their name Men will say the wildest thing to fit their imaginations,but still woman remains to be themselves.  Woman, a tool tht is able to carry an upgrading wheight for nine months;enduring A tool that carries all the CAREER PERSONALITIES in their womb.  Woman, The only device that uses advice and a slipper to shape morals of her kids.  This day is for THA...

My phone works in mysterious ways when I go to my village where there is no electricity. When its battery is at 100%, no one texts me. Not even people I owe money. And so I spend all day just curing cancer through Facebook likes and reading forwarded messages from my uncle. Many a times I think my relationship problems might be caused by that text message that I failed to forward to eight people in eight minutes back in December last year. I only forwarded it back to my uncle who had sent it. But as soon as the charge gets to 20% Boom! still no one texts me. maybe I could be overreacting. Or maybe all my friends are in prison. perhaps they got incarcerated and had their phones confiscated summarily. But just when my phone is about to go off, at 2%, and the screen light has become so dim I have to squint and narrow my eyes to see anything, I will realize I have five missed calls from my crush and a short text urging me to pick up the call. I will also get two apologies from my ex,...

 You walk into a public toilet eager to take a proper shit. The urge is so intense you have to clench you8r buttocks and take baby steps. And when you want to lock the door and enjoy this noble business peacefully, you realize that the door knob is nowhere to be seen. And the distance between the door and the toilet bowl is like 100 metres. And so you have to have to choose a temporary career here. 1. ENGINEER You will check in your pockets for a forgotten piece of paper. If you find it, you will fold it into two, then into four. You will then hold the now thick folded paper against the door frame and slowly close the door over the paper to trap it between the door frame and the door. You will then pull lightly on the door to ensure it will not give way easily before you travel the 100 metres to the toilet bowl to enjoy a blissful shit. 2. ATHLETES  You will delicately close the door as far as it can possibly go. Then they will cautiously trudge to the toilet seat with f...