TusomeNaOluh

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

My new (f)ear was something different. We met days after my 21st birthday,,, some time back in November,. She has no gender, but she is a she for obvious reasons.  She is more than an illusion, some wild thought that needed to be harnessed and I really wasted no time, unlike in my previous situationships. Lets call my f(ear) Joy. A beautiful simple name, for that's what she is, makes you smile and doesn't care whether you love with the same energy, she took that from me. You know, am one person who really values personal space, it can be small, large depending on who you are associating with. One's personal space is another's social space and that's the irony of relating. I might say I like you, but deprive you that one inch. We could be smiling and a "hello" or "habari" be the warmest greetings you get from me. I know some, many who are like this. Back to my story,, there is no story,, its all about showing the love you claim. Leave alone wit

I'm here relaxed on my bed, trying to squeeze out the inspiration to write out of my right hand. No cat seems to be really wanting to be let out of the bag, with this weather, expect anything. Then all of a sudden, a WhatsApp message pops up and guess its from who? Yes, Nicki, you got it right this time. So apparently she moved on, yes, just like that. I know I left informing you on the third day, life has to really move on and surprise is the fuel of life. What made us part ways? You ask, nothing really, we all just got tired of texting and meeting unplanned in our different rooms, the strike also played an important role in signing our divorce papers. Personally, that was my key defence. Back to the text, she tries to ask for my identity ironically in the pretence that she was "taught Nairobi" a common slang to mean being robbed in the Capital. After a consuming mental debate, I tell her my name,she heyyyyyyyys me and asks how I am coping with the Uhuru led administ

I can't draw, maybe conclusions I can't act, maybe in situations Ok, I lied, Acting I like I was only trying some rhyme I find it difficult to reach the highest keys And my voice aint that deep In another world, maybe I would be a thief Wanting what was never mine You see, I have tried. I flexed with the movers Made the shakers tremble Made those standing on hills level I consider myself plain But with a touch of variety Always longing to explore I ask why not And why should I not I don't want to be lost Yet I hide in fog, Leaping like a frog Hoping to reach my greatest heights. I forget to stay woke Some sleep until just before midnight When the world escapes from reality I try to reveal the world to me In the company of noisy crickets and vampires masquerading as mosquitoes A creature of the night, When the world goes dark I come to life Like the moon, that's my time to shine. _As written by Zi boy_ *_Doluh words_*

So am just here on my bed with nothing to do. Stop your thoughts already, I am aware that it is past 1 am and that my age mates have slept for close to four hours now. I got no problem, I just find comfort in sleeping during the day and yesterday I started my power nap at 5 pm. Enough of me justifying myself to you, or what did you take me to be, a night runner? Be it as it may, as you all know, I found myself a girlfriend sometime back in September, or so I thought. We haven't broken up yet, so stop with the "nilijua haitakawia" statement ringing on your head. We are also yet to have sex, though she has promised in numerous occasions that it will be soon. At my age, 20 turning 21 in 2 and a half weeks time, my blood is boiling and were it not for the fact that we school kilometres apart trust me, "chuma ingekua ishalala ndani." This was not supposed to be about my girlfriend, but this is Kenya, do what you can when you have the opportunity. Let's talk abo

Sitting on my bed after missing today's classes and knowingly missed calls from group members is a young man trying to examine life. Quietly, thinking of what life would have been without Judas. Relax, stop giving your two cents already, let me enjoy the art of my pen flowing. Would Jesus still have been alive? I hear that it is written that he boasted of being powerful over death. What would have happened to Simon Peter after vehemently denying to know the Son of Man? Would Thomas still be famous for doubting the man he followed and entrusted with his spiritual life? Enough of those thoughts lest this Sunday Christians accuse me of questioning religion like they are used to. In modern life, we still have such people. The Judas and Simon Peters of our time. Those who will disown you just to see themselves succeed. You will see them copy paste selfish captions so as to be perceived as intelligent. Hey, I am not ranting, in fact am happy for the fact that God denied such people th