Alcoholics Anonymous
Alcoholics Anonymous
What If I Was An Island?
I made pancakes today. They were pretty good. It’s weird how with time, I feel like I am getting better at making them. Yesterday I had an idea of selling them to people. 10 shillings or 15 depending on the size. That would be an easy way to make some money. Then I could get to buy some things that I know I need in this house. But then my body is unwilling to move. I know that I am a very lazy human being. And even if I start making those pancakes to sell, I would eventually stop because …
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Millennial Boychild Doomsday (Part 1)
I have wanted to write about the “boychild” phenomena for a while now, but I did not know which angle to take. There are so many ways to look at the male scenario in this age. Especially when you can’t possibly have a conversation with about five guys in a day without at least two of them claiming how “boy child anaumia”. One time, after such a statement was made to me, I asked what made him say that, and honestly, I did not get a satisfactory answer. All he did was mumble words at random until I opted to …
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Stabbed Students, Robbed Citizens
If you have not heard of this already, here are the facts. 1. 35 students from Jamhuri High School in Ngara, Nairobi ,were injured using knives they had last night in an overnight confrontation. 2. Four students are admitted at the Kenyatta National Hospital and one with stab wounds was admitted at Guru Nanak 3. The main reason for this is an allegation that there is religious discrimination in the school by the school head. 4. Nairobi Police are carrying out investigations There are various reactions on social media about this. Now, there are a few concerns with this matter. …
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TWO REASONS
I have always wanted to write about you Tonight I think I’ll come up with two Two reasons to why I wake up Two reasons that bring me back The first has to be those eyes To wake and be bathed in their glory The last has to be that skin To sleep after touching the heavens ©Awuor
PLETHORIC THOUGHTS
Do you know what I think about? As an introverted insomniac? Sometimes I myself can’t tell But the few times I have I still thought of being alone Of food, deliciously tasty Of strangers that will become friends And friends that are now strangers I build so many castles in the air Disney should hire me Then I think of war And of strands of hair Of innocent little beings And of weather so cold it causes frost bite I think of nothing and all things And I don’t know when or how I think it all ©Awuor
A Poisoned Family
We were given an anecdote in class today. The lecturer told us of a typical family that is served food everyday by the same house help. One evening, the said house help purposely poisoned the family’s supper, and everyone got sick and was rushed to hospital. Luckily, the effects were not severe and they all got treated and were back home to go on with their lives. On getting back, the wife wanted to let the help go but the husband was reluctant. His excuse: The wife has had a number of house helps prior to this one and keeps …
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SCHUDDER’S LESSON
There is this piece, by Samuel Schudder. “Take This Fish And Look At It”. I read it in class last semester and it did seem farmiliar, but I just could not place it. A few days ago, however, before I wrote “Looking At The Drapes” I remembered where I had first seen it. I was thirteen years old, and in my final year in primary school. The head mistress had called me to her office, and as I waited on her, I saw it on a seat placed outside her office. The reason I recall this particular piece is because …
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JULIA’S LETTER 003
Hello Jesse I am going to phrase my disappointment in as few words as possible. I am amazed with you. I would never have thought that you could sink to levels of being that petty. Yes, I know I was not the best or easiest person to be with, but considering you professed your love for me on that bridge by the botanical garden, I thought I meant something to you. But your letter, long as it was, proves to me how much regard you had for me. I am sorry if it was me that drove you to such …
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LOOKING AT THE DRAPES
I’m looking at the drapes So thick and full of life Do they also have hopes? Even as they block out the light? Do they know what beauty they block out? Like a layer used to paint the face. Do they realize they are just but a barrier? And inside is a cage of rage A caged beast lacking an outlet A beast forced to forget Her mind is still clear She knows she lives a lie She knows the drapes hang because of her mistakes But she has to be in with the crowd Doesn’t want to be the …
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