Love is Orange in Colour III: My Pharisaic Advocate

Disclaimer Alert: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

You know one of the best things about life I have come to learn in my twenty-something years? The fact that someone is impatiently thinking about you; it kind of gives you the urge to want to exist, even if this relationship with you dear reader is digitally defined. I loathe technology just as much as I cannot dread to live without it.

I understand I owe you an explanation on why I have been away for some time. I have been in therapy, and no I am not demented. I promised you an-average-guy-seeking-love manifesto; sadly I cannot share it yet because my shrink thinks I am someone who has potential and should not consider himself as average. So, there is no manifesto, at least for now.

You know therapies are supposed to make you better and happy, but mine seems to be depressing me more. I don’t honestly get it why Suzie thinks this is a better step for our failing what-she-calls-relationship. Maybe it is depressing because I have to really work hard and be miserable not to feel alone. Has anyone of you ever been in that situation? No, I bet not; this is the life you reserve for people who see shrinks because they slept with someone they wanted to and it pissed off the other person who does not want to lose them. People put so much of a big deal in something that has become the modern god; sex, sex, and sex. Tell me, what is it about it that has never crossed your mind? I can share my ten-piece here, but that would make me less appealing. Continue reading “Love is Orange in Colour III: My Pharisaic Advocate”


The Unpaid Rent

The American Poet Mary Oliver once said, ”

To live in this world you must be able to do three things – to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and when the time comes to let it go, to let go ~ Mary Oliver

.. life is a journey well travelled with a pen and a paper in your hand.. and my well overflows once again Continue reading “The Unpaid Rent”

Love is Orange in Colour II: My Misdemeanour’s Apprentice

Disclaimer Alert: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Sometimes I tend to question my integrity, but not really in everything that I have to do. Tonight though is exceptional, and I am beginning to think that I deserve the worst after the choices I have been making of late. By of late I mean in the last.. wait a minute I am smart, so this should not be hard, how many days has it been since January 1st? I hate mathematics, and I hate everything to do with numbers, I hate my age because it continuously alarms me that I am growing old and I have not made sense of my life. Even before I finish imagining that my birthday is coming soon, I am reminded that this is the fifth cigarette I am smoking today and it is barely noon. Continue reading “Love is Orange in Colour II: My Misdemeanour’s Apprentice”

Kneeling Sundays of an Anonymous Man

The best thing that can happen on any Sunday is waking up one hour thirty minutes earlier before the church bell rings, and the second thing would be chilling with a pal and enjoying football. I will assume this is the common trend to any working Kenyan guy, but not the best patch on their tailored weekend. Many will say the best thing that can happen on any Sunday is not having Monday the following day.

My Sundays are common, with only a few alterations that still make them common. At least it makes it easier for my other half to predict where her man is when he is not picking her calls or responding to her messages. I can be as boring as my exciting life never gets, but more fun than the next guy who was seated next to me in Church today with a Swahili Bible.

My point though was not to discuss how eventful my Sundays are, but to let you into certain corners of my mind that have a life.

After my previous post, about the movie I watched, I have constantly been nudging myself to understand who I am, and what exactly I know about myself. Continue reading “Kneeling Sundays of an Anonymous Man”

Afterthoughts on the Movie Amélie

So let’s begin by saying I am an ardent fan of movies, and I am not just talking about the blockbuster films that gross millions of dollars on their release dates, as a matter of fact, I don’t like movies that people impatiently wait for, not unless it something with DC Legends in it.

So then, what are my kinds of movies? You sure would ask.

I will say I love books, just as I love movies, I try and avoid best sellers not unless it is the first or second print by an author, and even if it is the first one, then it should not be something that makes the world chaotic. I am unashamed to say that with all due respect and much love that I have for J.K. Rowling,

Continue reading “Afterthoughts on the Movie Amélie”

Crystallized Hearts

Let’s take this moment and envision we are all rebellious,
Wouldn’t the whole world smile in our face?
No, well, we only need a few crystallized hearts,
The left feet in the sand that gets washed away by the wind,
The lover who only loves holding different beaded hands
The kisser who’s had her tongue sweetened by bitterness
But well where are the rest? They might not be here- Continue reading “Crystallized Hearts”

The Waiting Ones

Today I stood in front of a coming traffic
The driver saw me and swerved from me
I missed my attention to the fingers of death
Do I have your attention yet my dear friend?

Let me tell you about my dearest shopkeeper
Today I bought the same packet of cigarettes
I handed him the only coins I had in my pocket
But he didn’t even count the coins but said “next” Continue reading “The Waiting Ones”