So Hukuji?

“So hukuji?!” It was more of an aggravation than a question as he mistakenly hurled a half-full tumbler of tap water across the bedsitter apartment and onto a four by six spring bed in the corner. One could almost perceive the soul being sucked out of his being following the confirmed disappointment after receiving the … Continue reading So Hukuji?

AISHA

Interesting title, don't you think brother. Initially it was Hey Brother, but I figured you’d ignore it like you have all my previous ones, so I went with a title you would never resist. If Pops were sill around, he'd smack you if he knew where I picked you up from last night. I can … Continue reading AISHA

Midas Touch

Suffice it to say, there is always that one. Where veritably unrelatable, regard that one pair of jeans, black brassiere or spoon. Fret not, brethren and sistren, if the shoe fits. Love (brotherly, in fact) was the command, never association. There is always that one. I will say it again: there is. Your knowledge of … Continue reading Midas Touch

Proxemics

“Back off Dude! Get out of my personal bubble! ” Those were the only words I ever got from her. She’s not your ordinary woman though she’s childish, adult, sensible, unreasonable - usually one when she should be the other. She’s very pretty although not necessarily in an obvious way. She’s lithe as cat, muscular … Continue reading Proxemics

I Smile

I find myself smiling. Alone. A lot. When I'm walking behind a couple whose hands swing so close to each other; some swings make their hands touch and other swings just - ammm swing by. My smile broadens especially when the hands touch then each holds the other. The holding of hands. So intimate yet … Continue reading I Smile

Face-off

‘Hey kid! Hey Kid!’ The sound was faint. Maybe it wasn’t; I mean, the ringing sound in my ears couldn’t let me listen properly. I had never experienced a hangover before but if this was it then never again. I try to open my eyes. My right eye seems to be squashed. It’s not batting … Continue reading Face-off

Knots

Kantae is a Maasai boy. Kantae can tie a tie. If Kantae can tie a tie why can’t I tie a tie like Kantae?-Basic African tongue twister ‘What are you waiting for? Go on. Tie your shoelaces!’ The inspector was starting to get annoyed. If this wasn’t the highest form of defiance, then what was? … Continue reading Knots