Crossroads

Left. right. around direction purpose as the morning reveals what I must. I wonder what path i leadeth, these puddles of mud.   Sanctuary to minors constant drenching in anticipation, of precious nuggets. Supporting a multitude of loged requirements pix ax in hand,bandanna. he walks his concise as worn out as his once clean linen….

Withered Sands

I walk alone on this silent path Languishing in idle actions Reminiscent of what I once was Free to chase my wrath as a butterfly No care but free as a buzzing bee Silent to the screams of care. Overcome by volumes of pleasure, I forgotten the measures Indulging in sensual pleasures Endless nights of…

@50

 @50 Yesterday we marked the 50th birthday of my father as we also being a torn nation marked its golden jubilee. Yup Kenya we 50…’pamoja tutasonga mbele ‘(together we shall move forward) hurrahhhhyyy… And also in the same time I realize we mark the end of an era of yet another fallen hero and an…