Track — Light Everyday am paining Every breath is heavy Everyday is heavy heavy heavy I’m fading I’m fading I’m fading fading fading These dams are breaking These walls are caving It felt better when I still wanted to live It felt better when I still had something to give It felt, better if I… Continue reading Light
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How old is your oldest ‘draft’ post? Of the hundreds of personalities, great songs and every good thing I’ve always wanted to give a feature on my blog since, perhaps the most uniquely compelling life story would have to be that of Omondi Ochuka. This man…
If you are well acquainted with me then you probably know a few things I love, the things that are colours, threads and fabrics of my life. You know I am Marie‘s son, her last born from her eldest daughter. You know growing up I wanted to be Francis, my grandmother’s person. Looking at me,… Continue reading Dua Ya Nafsi – An Introduction
Sometimes you need to meet with yourself in other people, inside other people’s lives. Perhaps then, the circuits that have conspired to become your life as it is begin to look like meaning(s) of your seasons. Because we, humans, are ourselves —. We are each other’s. We are mirrors to and of ourselves as we… Continue reading ManCave Ke: A Conversation with Ochuka
I’ve been checkmate to puzzles In fact I even got my last letter somewhere in the scribbles We was, left with no choice but survival Sometimes breathing becomes a sad struggle They say as long as you breathe, you gone have a battle scars So lift yo head up where your soul truly cracks Through… Continue reading 8-Years Since Liver Cancer
Born out of odds I would have never walked out my mama’s door June when the winds blow That’s why my mind sparkle with the pollen chalk Deep to the soul Where rivers run deep and flow Cross pollinate that with the fire I been through A little cute with flaws, beautiful with a heart… Continue reading Outro —.
I guess. I guess I am ready for the rest of it. They say you only get to write one story, one poem, thereafter you circle the flower with your algebra trying to tell your story in many breaths. Here’s mine: Onyuola ayudo ka mzae pod ngima Ja-plan pod goro, Frank pod ler, okew Koguta,… Continue reading Track – Kodhi