I Can’t Sleep No More 


My bones are burning like hell fire… My heart is calling and crying that you throw out some bucket of sympathy water… Ooh, so sweet…. No… So hot… I can’t resist but submit the feelings of crushing fingers, pinned against the wall while hot sweat drop to my toes….

Today I am finished, getting weak… May be weaker by this burning steam of sympathy water, draining all my strength through my nerves, peeling off the healing scars and warbling down the ripen boils. It would be better to remain in the burning fire, than weaken with the steam.

And when is today? It’s not a Friday, it’s not a Saturday, or a Wednesday. Perhaps tomorrow is a Monday, and work will be looking at me like cappuccino coffee. It will be hard to work on it because I will have memories of the smoke. My legs are not stretching any…

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Now comrades are having sex like rabbits…

Campus Snapshots

That there’s no longer keenness and scholarly sense in university education is no news. It’s also not news that key among the fuels driving former high school students through the university system of education is a burgeoning sexual appetite.
Yaani! Comrades are competing rabbits in having sex. Sex (to us), like farting or yawning, has become an impulse action to be actively acted upon. And unless you are a heifer or a cow — whose parents took to university for the sole purpose of being inseminated, girl, you have no reason — high on weed or hanjam — to spread those knees and do bad manners in your hostel room.

See Also: University student duped, beaten up by Mpesa agent

A year ago, before moving out of campus student residence, I shared a room with four jamaas. One we named The Butcher because he ‘ate’ his ‘meat’ raw. And like…

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I Hate to Love Again… 


I have wanted to wake up to the chirping of birds on my roof,
I have wanted to be raised by the alarm of the sun rays through the looking Glass on my desk,

I have wanted to switch life upside down and make sun raise at night and moon shine in the morning. I have wanted these because you have made me to.

When I touch you, the world changes to a mess,

Confusion disorients the system of my brain,

You create tension in the spinal of my brain,

And make me forget the moment that I am.
I wonder how you do it everyday,

Coz the last time I saw your spine I ran crazy,

I couldn’t stand to my toes,

Neither could I kneel my hands raised up high,

I almost thought I was blind.

But now you are gone, gone never to come back,

Where do…

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5 Types of Men The Campus Babe Detests

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Lavenda Amunga

Campus babes are becoming more and more expensive and demanding each day. In fact, with the rise in prices on consumables, the jamaas in campus are almost on their knees, hoping against all hope that the campus babes won’t come up with an ultimatum that is out of this world! It’s hilarious how men nowadays struggle to get a lady to utter a word. Worst is when they hit a dead end, you’ll hear them whisper among themselves, ” Ule manzi anajisikia sukari!” The common jamaa does not understand that the needs of a campus girl ought to be met. In order to fit into her wish list, there is usually a to-do list to be followed. There are a number of men that no campus babe would want to be associated with, so to get her talking, avoid being either of the following…

  1. The Crier


Trust me…

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She talks of her blessings, prays over them and protects them.

She is frightened but has to stand strong for her blessings.

She was ashamed but had to stand for her blessings.

She was rejected but accepted the blessings that caused this.

She was alone but never lonely because she had her blessings.

She stood by her blessings. She embraced all their madness. She wiped their tears.

She loved unconditionally, held her hopes and found her peace.

She denied herself for her blessings. She was full because her blessings were hungry. She was strong because her blessings were weak.

Today, her blessings are here to confess her strength, her love and her presence.

She didn’t give them everything, she gave them all she had. All her love.

She saw them through thick and thin and she’s still watching them.

That was and is my mother.

She’s my legend, my hero…

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thee Achoka


James is one of my guys, we one too many times kick out of town on lazy days to explore which hotel prepares the best chapos. Hunnies, Ringers’s HELB and liquor tops his favorites list. Guy has a great dressing style. He’s one of those guys you don’t want to walk around with because you’ll never arrive at your destination in time – not when every hunny you meet in the streets wants to spend 30 minutes hugging him and later extend her freaking right hand to greet you. Jaymo is that guy all campus boys wanna be. When the rest of us are fasting and casting our humble prayers unto God for such a prolonged dry spell, Jaymo on the other hand utilizes that time adjusting his `timetable’ to ensure the Third World War doesn’t take place in his magnificent bedsitter.

The other day he found me pondering over…

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Sandra’s Diary of love.


There’s nothing in life that makes me happier than loving you. You’re my sunshine in the morning and my starlight in the night.

You hold me in your arms and make my whole world seem bright. Your smile makes me warm.

Your look makes me feel the best man. Your presenceInspires me. Happy Anniversary my love. A text message sent to Sandra early last year.

Sandra is sitted outside watching the stars. She’s crying as she’s shaking and shivering as the sounds of her gnashing teeth could be heard.

Sandy was broken to pieces. It was their anniversary. Every 1st of may every year, they decided to celebrate their anniversary.

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