Colours

The colours presented to the world are not the same ones you paint in solitude. – ResH The words flow, swiftly like in a river in your head until it is time to put them down. You find yourself staring at blank pages, tilting your head to a higher level to inspire motivation. You form…

Beach Buoy

A beach boy, according to yourdictionary.com, is a young male who frequently goes to the beach, especially in sunny climates. You have been craving the beach. The last time your feet stepped on the coarse feel of the sand attracting tourists was more than 2 years before. Money has been the secondary excuse for this…

A Dime in Hand…

In primary school, in those poems we memorized to present to distinguished guests, parents, teachers and fellow students, one swims to the conscious: (This part narrated in a sing-song voice)I need some cash money nimesota,Can you feel me?Me nataka pesa, pesaaaaa (Here, employ the poetic voice)Pesaa pesaaa, ina maana (the actual word here escapes me)…

Dry Wells

I am an eavesdropper. I don’t stand ears perched on doors or windows to listen to conversations. Neither do I exert my concentration on people’s business to get the drift of what they are up to. More often than not, and if this was a breach of privacy in an ongoing court case, I would…

Tillable

I know I should start with explaining my location on the planet that is earth. Glued to my country is where and the no blog to read part is too emotional, even for me who identifies with being less emotional. Writing was supposed to be my go to buddy but the events of the past…

Dreads

I am not up at night much. If I am, then it is dancing, watching or restless. Writers who know their pens claim it is the best time to write. But again, coffee will never be my automatic preference like them. Neither do I sip a little liquor to get my creative juices flowing. The…

Day That Was

I woke up to a “You guys, you know it is already 10am.” My brain did not wait to register anything else. With the 10am thrown on my face, I was up, alert and ready to face the monster that is the time having slipped through my closed eyes. 10am was the same time I…