Dear Ex, Hi there. I hope this finds you well. I know its been a while since our last correspondence. I call it a correspondence for lack of a better word because the last and only time we used audible words to communicate. I cant recall. I am not saying that stolen glances and...
Making love to Persiphone
On a winter’s dusk a shy sun seated on Persiphone’s glorious ass hurled its golden rays at my frozen face Death’s wife walked down a horizon’s frozen slopes Draped in sunflowers, tulips, fuchsias a garland of camellias around her neck and a wreath of roses on her head Lust rode her silken mounds her...
Of Dangerous Careers and A lethal Nation
Yester night I could not sleep. No, it’s not what you think. I was just thinking of this old man who had a son working hard in Nairobi City. You see, there is something about human ambition. It is fluid, dynamic, and omnipresent; never goes away. Even Old men have ambitions. There is this...