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Njanuuuaaaary,, please hold up!! We ain't even got our seatbelts on, or did the Michuki laws get relaxed? The month is moving fast, as if trying to disapprove those who say it has 69 days. Anyway, hope you  are as fantastic as you had wished on new year's eve. Being consistent is hard, more so when you are writer. Sometimes you feel like writing, but the inner self disassociates  with such imaginations, not because writing is wrong. No, because as a writer, you meet many people and you feel the urge to write after each encounter . So the inner self doesn't want those people to think that you are writing about them. That was the case with Doluh, too many things happening and writing about them would have given those people some degrees of entitlement that they shouldn't be having.  But guess what? Your G' got his groove back, too many words crying, trying to escape from the mental asylum. It will be speedy and bumpy, remember to have your seatbelts on. Bon voyage!

There is something about dreams and night, forget about day dreams, those are fantasies. Lets talk about night dreams,, and nightmares. Dreams do not just come through, reason they hardly come true I had a dream, not something close to Martin Luther or Marcus'. It was a dream that I had lived before and everything was in sequence. Si you know those dreams that you know how will end? Like the lyrics to your favorite artist's song? So in this dream, we are only two, and a large number of people waiting to be involved, from both parties. From my camp, no much expectation, i do my things low key, and they really don't know what is really happening . on the other camp, I dont know much about, for our communication is not physical, there is no personal space invasion so you really cant tell their reaction. In this dream, the intention is to make this girl settle down, not that she is jumpy or anything of the sort, its just because if I dont, another man will, and I will be on th

06:31 5/01/19. Woke up from my sleep a few minutes ago, thanks to these mosquitos that have proven that my blood is sweeter than water (read chaser) half woke, I stretch my hand for the socket, caressing my mattres softly and calmly that if it was some lady trust me that her first conversation with her friends would have been about it. Okay, those are fantasies and wishes, but its been long since I last saw horses leave alone camels, my friend Norman has always insisted that I write what I wished for, because I never experienced a thing, give that young man credits hata kama ni bamba mbao, he was right that one time. On the background is some dope spoken word by Ras Godisoh and this one line leaves me snapping saying kalii, he says, "utajuaje utamu wa lake yet unaoga kwa basin." I woke up thinking about a certain piece, "Don't trust a poet" and was putting the lines straight beore i could "chora" you know how these things go, I guess not. Before I c