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Morning Glory

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 could even give you guys the reasons of not trusting poets,  another thought crosses my mind, and many others follow, the same old cycle its her again.

It rained the previous night, not heavy though, I guess the cats were somewhere on their phones, deeply engrossed, being lied to by the mongrels that the puppies and other exotic breeds had no chance. Why should we go round in circles yet we could square things up once and forall. Our swahili brothers say, haya mapenzi wamevulia shati, I now know why these boys fancy being shirtless in their rooms trying to expand their lungs with the holy herb.

I find it absurd and really uncalled for, for someone to hide the truth from you in the pretence of protecting your feelings. I mean, apart from  bombings, what else has great fatalities if not being lied to? Leave alone heart breaks, huko tuli hama, thanks to the move on phrase that became way more common after the disputed 2017 presidential elections.

Anyone who lies to you is a fraud, and should be stoned not to death but with angry kogallo fans so that incase they survive, they will have a story to tell. Its 2019, and the inspirational posts on your whatsapp statuses are really giving the Psyche to pen down. Do more prose, and forget about the cons.

If you feel the urge of ending a relationship of any kind please do it when the year is still young, in King kaka's words, "bado imefungwa nappy" and the shit wont be as smelly and messy as it would have been when the year is ending.

Time is a valuable asset, thats why when most of you girls hit the floor to tic toc, we brace pon it without wasting a minute, for we know that second chances never really last. Thirty seven minutes later, I'm still looking for reasons why one should not trust a poet, when you reach at the end of this, please do tell me, 13 reasons why.

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