Our music would never leave us
When the music ruled the airwaves
Air and Ground lost meaning
All became one
This, here, the movement of the body
Meant that we had truly left the harvest at the barn
The chicken could crackle all night
The cows could moo, the cats could purr
The showers of rain would come and go, we would not stop dancing
Tell me your story,
So I can understand you
I can’t promise you life wishes
The moon and sky are far for me too
Let me understand the depths of your pain
And the stones life threw at you
I love you, darling
You are star dust,
You are magic
You are, rainbow in the sky
You are phenomenal,
Like a phoenix, you rise, often
You are lit!
Girl, you are. Perfect
You are the story, of a lifetime
You are a story inside a story
We are back. After a long time of wandering and searching and not finding exactly what we were looking for, we are back.
Well, we found out a few new things, but that is a story for another day.
When I stopped writing, about two years ago, it felt like nothing. It felt justifiable, almost. I had tried, and for some reason, there was a great sense of a lack of direction. I was taking a break. I took it. It was a whooping two years.
There are some people you meet and they leave a taste in your mouth. It is not the taste of cherries or strawberries or anything defined really.
They leave your presence but leave traces of theirs behind; pieces of a puzzle, dots to join, some effect that jogs your mind for two seconds or so….”Who is this girl? Where have I seen her before? Do I know her from somewhere? Is she one of those people I am supposed to know?”
This is the precise feeling I had when I first saw Elsie Muhonja. Back then I was completely at loss of any titles to her name or anything essential about her apart from the fact that we lived in the same hostel. Yet from that afternoon when I saw her walking across the stretch of grass outside my hostel to the few other times
Have you ever met someone so incredibly your type you keep wondering “Where have you been all my life?”
Someone who gets you from the word riaaaa(horse language folks).Someone both solid and liquid it’s like taking in air. Beach air. No pain, just pleasure. No disclaimer alerts, just seamless chemistry. Someone with whom there can never be awkward moments. You know like when you are reproducing intelligent Eurobond jokes to your dad and then suddenly that durex advert comes on telly…that one time your phone will be charging in faraway lands, last year’s newspaper that is always lying around will go M.I.A and the remote control will have leprosy. No one will dare touch it. Just that one time. You don’t want to be the bothered one so while the white girl recites how great sex moves her, your black self will maintain like a statue .
When I first called Brian Nyagol three months ago I thought he was any other kawaida guy. High on campus fever. Ailing or terribly low bank account balance.HELB is bae.Sportpesa is mpango wa kando.Posts pics of girls with big behinds on whatsapp groups. Follows girls with bigger behinds on Instagram.
