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Invest not so much on emotions, thoughts and people, for everything is temporary. Do not be so attached, rather just flow with it. We were meant to be, may be a line we are so used to hearing, for what is meant to be will always find its way. Always. When one thinks of 'meant to be', they tend to automatically assume forever. Sometimes, just sometimes, when people say forever...they mean it. But, maybe it isn't meant to last forever. Maybe the forever is not the person, but the lesson learnt from them. Her perfume arrived long before she did. Floral and sweet. Her intoxicating aroma filled my heart with desire and drove my mind mad with longing. She walked into the room, head held high. Her six inched heels doing her some justice in complimenting her height. Wait, she was getting so close. No way! She got her lustrous figure and face next to where I sat. "Is this seat taken?" How was I to say no. She had those candy apple, porn star lips with some sweet smile ...

It came to me as some foggy memory. I remembered when her hand slipped in mine. The way her tight and curved lips played with mine. The warmth of her forehead when it rested on mine. The sweetness of her breath while it mingled with mine. I remembered the kisses she planted on my neck. Her fragrance while she sat by my side. Funny how my mind remembered all those things that never really happened. From the philosophers desk, close some doors not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere. Boys have crushes, men have girlfriends. I am so sure it said something about legends, but my memory lapse game is so strong, where legends > men > boys. That meme sent me into a frenzy of soul searching. Have I grown to become a fine young man, or have I stayed in that state of stunted growth and remained to be that young boy I was fifteen years ago. Yes, fifteen years ago I had my first crush. I have had several others, but I'm guess...

"Hey! Its Shirlene. Remember me?" A month or two had gone by since last I spoke to, let alone seeing her. Not that we got to know each other that much. I doubt I even left the place with her contact. Yeah! Such a disappointment to the wild life. Hyenas in particular. "I doubt I do. Mind treating my lapse in memory?" I was not going to make it so obvious. Of course I remembered who Shirlene was. Who wouldn't! That huge bottom in particular. The last thing on my eyes. What I saw when she bid me goodbye. She had the curves that could take another woman's man. Well, I ain't gay. The swing in her hips, like a ship at sea. A day or two after I last set my eyes on her, all I wanted was to see all her curves. More than just her smile. Where it all got narrow and where it widened out. Fantasies! "Haha! Sure thing." Just a few minutes into the conversation and her words were spilling out with no filter. We exchanged emojis like it was our last day. ...

Imagine an ocean. A huge ocean filled with love. Within that ocean, we swim and enjoy its great depths but so often we are not aware we live in an ocean of love. With its exhaust blazing, it came to an instant halt. Typical of a Subaru. O couldn't expect any less. Having interrupted my rather intimate session with Clean Bandit's Symphony, I couldn't tell whether I was mad or happy. Guess it's a boys and their toys kinda thing. Her hand across his waist, his hand over her shoulder, they walked into the supermarket laughing and smiling. Sometimes, stopping to steal a kiss. Jumpy just like little kids they were and here I was...watching. Sorry to admit, but I was kinda envious of them. It would be easy to be bitter but I was happy for them because I remembered how it felt to have someone to walk with. Slow dance with me. Take care of me. Ease me when I'm mad, cheer me when I'm sad. Make love to me softly. Make love to me roughly. Kiss me in the rain. Surprise me...

Love confuses the senses. It tricks us into seeing what is not there. To her indiscretions, I was not blind. Nevertheless, my capacity for forgiveness seemed to far exceed her ability too shame me. All the while I maintained an air of cool dispassion in an effort to give her space and freedom so as not to drive her away. Came in to find our little princess all on her own. The house, suspectingly quiet. All her attention focused on...wait! Is that our photo album? Page after page she flipped. My effort to get her attention off the album and to my arrival proved futile. Gone are the days when kids would run to their parents with arms wide open, just so as to receive that warm hug from one tired parent. Now that I'm here, I tend to think parents need that more than their kids do. Relieved myself of that coat I had all day. Such a relief. Lessened that tie and just as I went to put it down, something caught my eye. Still, I brushed it off as mere speculation. Un-cuffed my shirt. ...

Life's a journey, no no no! Life's the train. Living is the journey. We all get into this train, hoping to stay long enough to enjoy the ride. Our destinations not being predetermined by ourselves but by the one driving this train. Some of us though, get thrown off the train probably through the window way before we get to our drop off stations. That's life for you. As a child, I would sleep soundly. Not caring about what tomorrow holds for me. Today, I am afraid to even fall asleep. The fear of what tomorrow may bring is so overwhelming. Growing up, huh! Still, I hold a reassuring thought and tell myself that everything is going to be...just fine. During this journey, we get to see the world in itself, inside out. Beautiful, scary, dark, green, dry, ups, downs. Think of the blue waters, the white sand beaches, drought and famine, storms. Think of family, friends, lovers, thieves and murderers, the corrupt. Think of peace, war. All this making the trip worth the whi...

I don't know how you did it, but you made me fall head over heels for you. I'm not the type to say what I feel. I basically keep everything inside. With you it was no different...at first. Maybe its the way you look. The look that slows my breathing while causing my spirits to soar. Maybe its the way you smile. A smile that makes my heartbeat roar. Maybe its the way you say my name or how you make me feel when you come around and instantly I forget all other stuff. As days went by, I began to find that the feeling inside was one I could no longer deny. You amazed me in every way. Continuously took my breath away. You knew when I was happy and when I was sad. You even knew when the little things made me mad. You never gave up even when I would. Never let go even though I said you should. The world nor the sky you did not promise me, neither did you promise that we shall never fight and that you would never make me cry. You promised to always be true to me. It was then that I r...

Surgery, is the boldest and most fearless of the healing arts. The clouds had paved way for her royal highness. She shown just a little bit more than the normal star. Fog, mist hadn't quite cleared out. You could feel the birds cuddle up in their little cosy nests. I couldn't blame them. Such a chilly morning it was. Head on my palm, leaning on my elbow. I just couldn't get enough of the view. I turn and catch a glimpse of you smiling. Yes, you were smiling in your sleep. Maybe, I had kissed you after having made you my till death do us part. Were you dreaming of our impending wedding? It had gotten you so excited over the past few days. As you lay on your hospital bed, soon to be your death bed, all I could hear were your heartbeats from the machine. Your life support system. According to your doctor, this were among the last beats you would gather for a few hours were all you were left with. My existence was soon to lose meaning. Without you, each day will be dull and ...

My face beamed as I stood in front of the mirror adjusting that bow tie. "Looking sharp." I winked at myself. You know, a clever but ugly man every once in a while is successful with the ladies, but a handsome fool is irresistible. On this day, on a scale of 1-10 of handsomeness, I gave myself a 9. Call it overconfidence. On a normal day, I would give myself a 6 if not a 4 at the most. Today, I felt handsome. But then, I had this quality of masculine confidence that was ten thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. On arrival, I took a seat behind the first estate. Quite an awkward position for myself and for those I'm associated with. The back benchers. If anyone from my clique could find me here... Well, let us not get ahead of ourselves. Everyone was dressed to the nines. If only heaven's gate would open for those who dressed to kill. It wasn't long before they called the choir. Gracefully, they walked to the pulpit. Their outfits, glamorous. Their v...

"Alinifunza mama, niogope wavulana...nikae mbali, ni wabaya sana." Obviously, the nduthi guy had no interest in the song that his machine was broadcasting as he sped by. For him it was but a form of entertainment to his esteemed customer. I feared for the passenger though. But as I smiled, enjoying the lyrics of the song, my eyes met this awe-inspiring, mesmeric lady. All of us in the business of attending to our three meals a day routine. Sad life, huh! "Pia we huogopa wavulana?" Well, I couldn't just let that alluring smile go to waste. It was time to put my communication skills to task. The question brought back from the archives a whole lot of memoir. This got our mutual friend, mama mboga, to consign to oblivion her supposed daily grind and turn story teller, advice giver e.t.c. "Its getting dark, I could escort you home." I wasn't asking. It wasn't a request. I wasn't giving her the chance and concession of denying me this fine o...

I had gazed at her so much, as much as one could be gazed at. " I'm beautiful. You've told me all evening." She let out. Under that graveyard of stars, she curled up next to me. She let my sweet breathe caress her swollen eyes. "The glowing moon, the twinkling stars," I managed to squeeze out under the weight of herself laying on my chest, " are symbolic of how beautiful you are." I heard a giggle and couldn't help but break into a smile. Time has changed nothing at all. You are still the only one that feels like home. How I wish we never get to figure each other out, that we always want to know what we are about. That when you say love, I say you. I'll always say you. I might be guilty of being the typical guy, but we are not just any other boyfriend-girlfriend couple. There's so much more to us than just infatuation. Than just lust. Like a building without a facade, a book without a cover, I too am stripped of any identity without ...

The smell of your perfume still lingers, like your enchanting smile, long after you are gone. You left this place saturated by your sweet fragrance. Your intoxicating aroma fills my heart with desire and drives my mind mad with longing. I stand there watching, as you walk away. As you give meaning to the sway in your hips. Subtle chants and hungry eyes follow the loveliness of your lustrous figure. Wow! Those big hips. Hips in need of space to move around in. They don't like to be held back. Enslaved. Magic hips, known to put a spell on men. The way you walk and wiggle that ass, really gives your tush a touch of class. I stared, unashamed. For a second there, you turned. Our eyes meet, releasing electrical bullets that shoot down my spine and pierce my heart causing it to jump in a senseless coup d'e tat. Did you catch that glimpse of desire in my eye! My gaze penetrating your skin! I wonder. Neat as color white, with the face of an angel. Girl, you can create confusions in ...

I could not tell when and why my feelings got so deep. But with the perfection of your body, the beauty in your eyes, that smile that makes me go weak...what other option would I have? How you kindled my dark with the immortal lustres of the day. All I ever wanted was to be that person you told all your secrets to, that person you banked all your trust on. Will it be strange for me to say, I sleep only to dream of you? Well... Will you take me back? I know I broke your heart. I know I promised heaven, took you in circles then left you in hell. I know I promised not to be like everyone else but ended up to be the exact replica of the cliché blueprint. A transient spark of flickering flame set in loam of clay. I know I promised to be there for you when you are down but I let you fall hard on the rock bottom of my empty promises and broken lies. I know I promised our relationship to be bliss but it ended up being a petri dish full of heartache and misery. I know I came in your life kick...

With tear stained cheeks, she rushed out. The pain, unbearable. Her heart, broken. Her hope, faded. In my head, I could hear her cry out loud asking, why? If you really meant forever, then why? Down the aisle, she walked gloriously. I let out a smile, a smile so soft and sweet as I struggled to keep afloat in this sea of desire. Halfway down the aisle, she walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes. Again I smile, this time to conceal a few hidden tears. Tears full of joy. How could she get through, without me by her side? To her, I was lost and lost I would remain. The only thing living, was her sense of real pain. She had tried to forget, but the feelings were so intense. Her love for me, overflowing, almost breaking out of her chest. She had convinced herself, that she'd love again. Then she saw me smiling...heard the memory of my voice... Yes I do... I just couldn't wait. I knew she was the joy of my life. She was everything I wanted in a woman. Today, we begin ...

This is the month. Our Matiang’i siblings are joining campus to quench their thirst of knowledge for higher education in the many ( a little too many) universities in Kenya. In their pursuit to get here, there have been a few misconceptions about universities conditioned over time. Some are true, some are preposterous lies generated in good strides to motivate high schoolers. Some of these lies have gained dignity over time and are now considered true, most are outrageous lies that mislead everyone just to end up disappointed when they get here. Due to ignorance and crowd mentality some of this lies end up being practiced. To the new university students, you are in luck . They say if you want to effect change, you start in the roots. Let’s nip these garish habits in the bud. So, new students here are a few things you need to know about being a university student: It is true there is freedom at the university. You choose what course to do, whether to attend classes or not, the typ...

Life, is a series of natural and spontaneous changes that I don't plan on resisting. I plan to let reality be reality. To let things flow naturally. Flow forward in whatever way they like. Our father, who art in heaven... Today, I step out...looking for prey. I'm the eagle of this sky, the shark of these waters. The desire so strong, is burning in my flesh. Torching me with a hidden yearning. So unique and consuming. Give us this day our daily bread... Today, I wanna experience an endless, surreal, life-changing moment. I want to taste it.  A cookie so tiny. I'm really sure it tastes really good. For which reason, I really want to sink my teeth into such a nice looking cookie. Today, I am dangerous. So very dangerous. I want to show you all the things you shouldn't know. The long awaited freedom. I want to seduce your mind, ensnare your heart, capture your soul, until your body is mine completely. Lead us not into temptation ... Today, you are temptation. Plump l...