I do not know about the most of you. About how you lived your nights or how you survived blackouts whenever our "dearest" (KPLC) was out on a routine maintenance of her incompetence. For us, we would tell tales and it was during these moments that we would hear all the craziest myths there is. … Continue reading The Art of Storytelling:The Lottery.
Author: The Social Antidote
Smooth Operator
I had never as much seen this city past 1900 hrs than from the views of a crowded matatu stuck at traffic on my way home. Dark starless skies and bright brake lights. Chocking diesel fumes on the outside and suffocating sweaty pits on in the inside were all but a reminder of a day … Continue reading Smooth Operator
“QUOTED APOLOGIES”
It was well past midnightbut my night was still brightmy eyes won’t fail meand only insomnia was at sightBut how could they??When I was shattered inside We say walls have earsBut forget windows got the eyesAnd even though there were three in the roomWith my solitary window in dueIt seemed like the whole world was … Continue reading “QUOTED APOLOGIES”
Reminiscence II: When God Becomes A Comedian
“Dear Younger Me….” I take a look at the crispy white blank paper and try to gather my thoughts for one last time. Every minute turns out to be as daunting as a blinking cursor as I did not know where to start but it had to be where it was. Winking ever so sadistically … Continue reading Reminiscence II: When God Becomes A Comedian
Reminiscence I
For about an hour now I have been staring at this little boy. He is cladded in a deep blue dungaree with a cherry red shirt. One of the straps seems to have come off but that catches less attention when you notice he has only one sandal on. The other, in the wide pocket … Continue reading Reminiscence I
Now And Forever
NOW AND FOREVER My demon fairy's wings are a deep purple, A mix of the darker hues of red and blue, Floating around my innermost thoughts, Amongst the doubts and fears, of all that could go wrong, Or otherwise come true The monster under my bed is her friend, Though I can only feel his … Continue reading Now And Forever
Train Tales I
Train Tales
-The Social Antidote
A few years ago my country embarked on a very extravagant project to build a modern railway line. With a $3.6 Billion price tag we all expected much from it. Anyways, these are the first-hand tales of a billion dollar project from a second class seat of a broke college student.
The Standard Gauge Railway. Dubbed as the most expensive project since independence I had a lot of expectations for this experience. Probably you might’ve have already guessed how this went. Same ending like any grand mega super-duper multi billion project we’ve had in Kenya. Blatant smoke blowing that’s as intentional as my puns. Now I might have been three years late, very ironic for someone who lives down at the coast so I’ve been told. However, I’m certain my experience would haven’t been any different as it was during its maiden trip. Unless, it got robbed in the middle. And after saying this out loud and realizing our track record so far as a country, or records for literally accuracy….. Just maybe. We got a reputation to maintain.
“Ticket purchased successfully. Departure time 22:00 on 10/02/2021 from Mombasa Terminus, Coach7, Seat 1. Please print your ticket at the terminus one…
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202Done
The weekend. Putting a timestamp to before the pandemic, this probably shouted with all sorts of capitals and exclamations. The energy radiated the Friday prior was unprecedented as plans set in motion on who would foot the weekend's bill through a subtle game of rock paper scissors. I had lost twice in a row now … Continue reading 202Done
To My Future Wife
To my future wife… Hello, I guess it’ll be befitting to start with an introduction. Congratulations, We’re married. Isn’t that befitting my love? Anyway, let’s downsize this to a bite size concoction, Unlike the chunk you choked me with on our nuptial celebration. The name’s Kelvin, Man so hot they had to rename the Celsius. … Continue reading To My Future Wife
Octob-her
Her gaze faded into a distance, lost in a story she had but not hers to tell. The clouds grew heavy like the resentment in her heart and the winds whispered aspirations the world had for her but blew them away before they could settle like a gruesome tease. A constant push and pull that … Continue reading Octob-her