We are Moving.

I had made a promise to my blog that i would move to a self hosted domain as soon as i got to 10,000 hits. Right now, thanks to everyone who has been following this blog, we are at 13,000 hits and i feel it’s just right and ethical that i stick to my promise.

The Grim Reaper and the miserable cat

An unrestrained scream, no doubt from a woman, ingrained itself in the unperturbed night air.

“Wuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!”

“Mwiziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!”

The scream makes some think they are dreaming while others, roused from their slumber sit up in bed thinking it was the end of the World- the second coming. People say that he will come like a thief, remember?

Three (fold).

I know she loves me the same way i love her, he thought while stealing a glance at her. But him on the other hand unlike her, loves me in a different way-tough love! I think he cares and adores me though he pretends not to; i have seen the look of concern on his face every time I make a slight, unusual sound.

Musings of a Beggar

I, by virtue of my street credentials, have come to learn that the lower you are seated, the hotter it becomes. I don’t know, maybe it’s because you are closer to hell than heaven, or perhaps because everyone seems to be breathing down their regrets and diabetes and nostalgia on you.

Crimson lover

He felt her intangible, hair raising, bed sheet ruffling, air cutting presence for the second time that night.

Letting go

Ultimately amid all the sadness and sulking and the deeply unnerving, very upsetting irritability of an irrational situation, he had to let her go.

“I am in love with the wind.” She had explained.

Foregone Conclusions

“Nyokabi,” Kimathi said. “I am a tad worried about something.”

“Your prudish behavior?”

“No,” he explained. “It’s the utter absurdness of trying, unfavorably so, to cross reference my dreams with reality.”

Withered vivacity

Once upon a fireplace in a brick house at the end of the street where a crow, black as a mid October night, always perched on the picket fence, Marilyn Monroe came to back to life.

Man Talk IV

It was the first in a long time when the boys got to hang out together; the Shaka Gang, they used to call themselves. That was back when they had just cleared campus.

Satin Dreams.

Her life was blissful because he added a sparkle to it, ever so subtly, ever so lovingly in a forever-and-ever blissful kind of way.