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Tag: Love

  • SORRY; We Broke Each Other’s Hearts

    I don’t recollect falling in love with her – math. I do recall sending her flowers, they triggered an allergic reaction. She was sly, trapped me (with no baby, of course). I endeavoured to love her nonetheless, to show my commitment I got her gifts; a calculator. A log table. Only it wasn’t mutual. She […]

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  • HANG UP, NO, YOU HANG UP

    HANG UP, NO, YOU HANG UP

    A couple of nights back as I curled up to sleep; during the stasis where you just lie there and your thoughts wander about in recollection of a mortifying experience from 5 years ago and cringe or a perfect line that could’ve come in handy amidst a tiff you lost or pondering on why that […]

  • MAROON IS RED, RIGHT?

    MAROON IS RED, RIGHT?

    You aren’t deliberating on messing up again, not this time. The repercussions last time were dire – her passive aggressiveness; how she perpetuated cold treatment for months on end. Every remote attempt at a conversation seeking to pacify her and abate the consequences were vain, like trying to figure out how the 1000 bob you […]

  • THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE HER

    Maybe we are never meant to notice, maybe our efforts don’t meet the required threshold or maybe we’re bound to live in the obscurity therein, find a plausible middle ground and hope for the best? Many a times you won’t be able to perceive it, and if by chance you do – it will be […]

  • Cocktail; Of Feelings

    Cocktail; Of Feelings

    His ferocious lewdness has driven your esteem to the gutter, his raging river swept everything in its course, your sanity included. There were obvious pointers and cameos of infidelity that he manifested prior to your union but enthusiasm blinded you; your love will heal him, he’ll grow out of it, it’s just a phase, whore […]

  • What’s better than 2 wheels? 3!

    What’s better than 2 wheels? 3!

    I’m naturally sharp-eyed, I tend to match people to hypothetical situations or habits, i can’t help it. At times I may be overly critical, for instance; A Nairobi guy wearing a newsboy or flat cap hat and loafers on their feet standing somewhere around Kencom or Kimathi Street would possibly be a swindler, might not […]