6:14pm Oh, you’re tired. You’re hella tired. You’ve just settled in after coming home a few minutes earlier. When you’re finally spread out on the couch like a basking amphibian, you feel all the fatigue descending upon your body from a long day of walking in paranoia in downtown CBD. Hitting against people’s shoulders and […]
Author: King
King is a mad writer on the loose. He is suspected to have lost his mind a few years after he was born. Since then, he has been writing his mind almost everywhere he can put his pen on. Someone – a government, a state, a police force, a parent, a teacher, a rabbi, a president, a sacco, a doctor, a deranged ex, a church, a therapist, or anyone with a bit of power bestowed upon them – should reprimand him and help him.
A Cake Affair
By Mike Muthaka Freelancing is tough bana. Clients ‘forget’ to pay. You have to send reminder Emails, and call, and leave like six messages–signed off with airless phrases like ‘kind regards’. You have to sit with your legs crossed and ask for what is rightfully yours. You made good on your promise. You wrote […]
Party Lovers II
[continued from previous post] “Hi.” I start. The Hi comes out weak. Like the meow of a dying kitten. It’s those embarrassing moments you just can’t take back, like when you sneeze and a loud wet fart slips through the other hole mistakenly. In public. I am embarrassed. And when I’m embarrassed like this, I […]
Party Lovers
My attraction towards her is solely caused by the imaginations I have of what I’d want to do her on a bed. She doesn’t know this. She’s in a circle of four girls. They’re all holding red cups with liquor. One of them has a dying cig hanging from her fingers. I am staring at […]
Scum of the Earth
I’m not badly off with the women. I like them and some like me. The problem is, though, that I want all of them to like me. And I believe that can happen if I owned a guitar. In my mind, I see myself walking around campus with an acoustic guitar slung around my back. […]