TusomeNaOluh

*Today, Tomorrow's Yesterday* People mostly talk of those nights, hardly do I ever hear them talk about those days. Days like this, days after long hours of working yourself out and have to be contented sleeping without really talking to the people you keep in touch  with on a daily. Days like yesterday, where you had to leave them on unread just because you promised that the first blue tick was the last one. People hardly talk these days, you get the type of days am talking about? What is a day? How can 24 hours of the involuntary  earth rotation on its own axis make life so difficult? Ever thought of that? I bet it, but all were waiting for me to write about so that you all can call me a confused lines man. Okay, call me whatever you like but lets talk of yesterday, today and the day after tomorrow. Yesterday is the past, so I wont dwell to much on it lest you accuse me of clinging to much to the past. Yesterday dictates how today will be. Its only Yesterday that gives ...

When one day you all wake up, just to find me deep in my sleep, please know that something is amis. When one day from your duties you log in just to see my last seen as 3 hours ago then know I breathed my last and I am gone for good. We all fear death, personally It robbed me a lifeline, and its only today that I got the power to speak. On the night of world poetry day, the 21st of March after words of encouragement from people like you, I lay on bed to rest only for mum to call and this time, not the usual "umenitupa" type of greetings. She was crying, she had lost her best friend, her younger sister who I always referred to as my elder sister. How a day can turn from a hundred to zero real quick, I was shaken to a point that I never shed a tear, and until now I can only afford goosebumps when I think of that day. So when I say bye to the world, please play me some reggae music, a chronixx playlist would serve the old men, and the night before you lay me down six feet, pl...

It is exactly 18 minutes past 4  in the morning, some Gregory Isaacs playing in low tones from the background. I am guilty as charged, my mind going round in circles, I would like to blame it on the alcohol but that's not how things are done. I would like to put blames on many things but that will only make me some lame duck. You see young girl, the only reason I am up in the wee hours is only because for the first time in a long time both my mind and heart are in sync, they both have given my eyes a thumbs up for a work well done. Picking the best of flowers is never as easy as it tends to seem. It is exactly 0426 hours, words flowing from my brain,finding way to my keyboard and my duvet plays the role of ensuring that no words are lost because of the freezing cold and noisy crickets in this part of the Rift. You already know how am longing to make you mummy, be the Xender that shares both your happiness and worst nightmares. Be the cold vodka that makes you dance all night lon...

Could you please try to forget the Mona Lisa story, let go of Picasso's arts because you beat them all. I know not if it is in your ability to be both sarcastic and fun at the same time, I know not if it is just because I find everything about you attractive that you always on my mind. Listen, lend me your ears, hear what my words have to say but of importance listen to what my feelings whisper for they say that the words not spoken are the loudest. See,,, have your eyes on me not for me because I can still see on my own though you got me blinded. I know you are able to see the future bright with me, and if light is only at the end of the tunnel, there is no way we are getting out of this love dungeon for your love seems to shine bright. Think,,,Mind you that I only mind you. You got  a deadly combination of talent, beauty and brains. You say that time will tell, you say that lets wait and see you say a lot  many other things but what am eagerly waiting for you to say is...