Wakili & I; The ABCs of the silent treatment.

She asked, "How did I give it away?" one time over lunch, forgetting that while tipsy she sings better than Nikita Kering. I had to remind her that night she went on about how she's not particularly fond of marriages. "Mojito," she said to Mike that night (I assume that's his name cause the till … Continue reading Wakili & I; The ABCs of the silent treatment.

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

So Hukuji

"So hukuji?" I asked after hanging up, biting my lower lip. "How could... how could she!" I lamented jeremiacally, if there is anything like that. Triza Triza,you tell me to iza, no pun intended though. Newsflash! Triza was my first girlfriend. Nature had, in the past, had tried to link me with Triza countless times … Continue reading So Hukuji