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Rainy Nairobi

Nairobi’s been raining on me since dawn. The drizzle in my heart matches the rhythm of the one that falls outside. Ominous clouds still loom in the distance across the rows of electrical lines, and, over the tree tops. The … Continue reading

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A Fickle Heart

All I really needed was you. Yet, I’ve erased you out of my books now. But, I’m still on your case. When I’m no longer even looking for you in every corner of every street. My fickle heart seems to … Continue reading

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The Song of Forgetting

Forgetting means to see things as they are not Of trying to remember a time before I knew you. I try to remember a time when I never knew Of what’s lost to me in trying to let go of … Continue reading

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Perhaps

Perhaps, I write this for you because, in your eyes I had seen my dreams reflected like the limitless blue sky, and, watched them grow deeper like the¬†bottomless ocean. Perhaps, I still remember what was good because, in those moments … Continue reading

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Memory

***Sunday Scribblings said the theme is ‘Eternity’. I thought to myself, isn’t a memory for eternity too? So… Memory, you make me forget What I want to remember. And, insist that I remember What I want to forget. Memory, you … Continue reading

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A Monologue with Cupid

Why do you always paint Love as red? Is it because it reminds you of murder and bloodshed? Pale pink, like the persian rose would do. But, quite often you leave behind a trail of midnight blue! If Love’s claims … Continue reading

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