Month: June 2019


Reading Time: 4 minutes No sooner had I (hihihi, nafeel ka bazenga kutumia ii) dropped my pants than the waterfall came pouring down. The river was in its youthful stage where it was wild and free. It came hungrily, cutting through the rocks and breaking banks, rushing down the slope and proving itself majestic. I bowed my head and gave reverence to mother nature. There was a new wake of peace that came over me. The chains that had bound me broke, setting me free. This is what freedom meant. I was one with mother nature.


Reading Time: 4 minutes My thighs, they tell a story. A long story, yet short in some scenes. They tell a story of curiosity, of growth, change, laughter, tears, blood, sweat, unity, oneness, the fruit, life- the fruit of life. I remember the first time they saw blood and the second time and the first time, and the second time- a cycle they came to embrace. They are dark, burnt by the blessing of the sun, they stand majestically like the queen, tender from the love of the mother, and sharing in the goddess of the earth. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Making love, giving life, knowledge of God. Tonight I puff a few and right before I sail to the land of the living, I will touch the goddess, pay some homage to her. She is my queen, her pleasure is my purpose. In rapid movements, my hips will swing…

CATTITUDE: Fact is Men are More Like Cats!

Reading Time: 7 minutes Believe me; there is nothing as fake as the affection you receive from a cat. A cat, just like Pus Kanyau and my ex-Ray, is a useless creature that forges affection for their selfish gains. A cat will manipulate you in every way possible so that she can get anything she wants. They look at you when directly in the eyes when they are lonely or bored. They will rub your feet with their head and then climb up your stomach, chest, or neck and stay there, just until they rid their boredom. Then they will disappear to your neighbor’s. I remember when Ray would stand me up then later come to me and lie on my laps, apologizing with soft kisses on my lower belly, caressing my thighs and I would instantly forgive him. After we had made love, he would leave and repeat the same mistake that night. The other day Pus Kanyau was scratching my 15k mattress, and I yelled, “Pus Kanyau!” she ignored me and continued. I kicked her and I thought she was dead only for her to come meow with her face on my legs.