They told me that sex is a currency You do not give it up until they put a ring on it. They erected a pedestal and crowned it with virginity Every guy wants to marry a virgin, they said They cemented it with fear because pregnancy is the worst thing that could happen to you… Continue reading Sex is a Currency
Dear, Crush Every time I see you, my heart gets claustrophobic It beats so fast my heartbeat sounds like your last name which is to say I want your last name It opens doors and the chaos flood in An adrenaline-like neurotransmitter called norepinephrine is released which is to say my palms are sweaty and… Continue reading Dear Crush!
Poetry is a woman whose palette has been seasoned by pain and bitterness and I indulge her every time she comes calling. Our love affair is everything unconventional. She doesn’t call every time I don’t just to say goodnight. In fact, she doesn’t miss me. But when the rhymes and rhythms are stripped, we are… Continue reading Re-Runs (Second Chances)
From Daniel Sironei and Patrick (PD) Shaw to Wanugu, Wacucu, and Rasta, these names are whispered in the streets and only the elite are privy to the details. That is, of course, unless you read Owaah’s blog. Photo by @JapichaKE In the late 1980s and early 90s, my father, then a military guy, was busy… Continue reading The Staff of Legends: A Too Early For Birds Review
Time Waits For No Man! Imagine you are walking down the street minding your own business, and then you pass out. The next time you wake up there is an unattractive person breathing over you. Now imagine you ask where you are and five years of your life have already gone by. That's the past… Continue reading From Then to Now. A Fresh Start. A New Direction.
I have been writing and rewriting this post for days. No words seem to be able to capture the feeling that comes with. But as do all good things, the end for Scenesanaa as we know it has come. *Sigh!* For now at least. Think about it this way; roughly 2 years ago, we had a… Continue reading Thank you and goodbye – for now!
It is strange that when I hear the word outcast, I remember Kamau, the boy who sat behind me in class three; the boy whose name might have as well been spelled thus because everything about him was. I remember how nothing could keep us from playing rounders; how nothing could tear us from bambrika (apparently it's… Continue reading Outcast
Yes, I have been lonely, In a crowded room, When faces were bright and smiling, I have felt the gloom, Of secrets, crushing on my heart. Yes, I have been lonely, When texts, to and fro, Were exchanged from smart handsets, I have seen the harrow, Digging out sorrow, in messages. Yes, I… Continue reading Lonely
I thank you for the mundane things, The cock that crows, the bird that sings, In mornings that days begin; The food that fills, the thirst that’s quenched, The rain that has me completely drenched, E’n in places I’ve never been. I thank you for a perfect day, The brief repose, pain kept at… Continue reading I thank you
You are my addiction. I crave the taste of your rejection, the highs in your hi's and when i'm low I come looking. You are my prison. I volunteer every day to be caged in my affections for you. To feed on the meagre food of your approval. To drink in the macabre life I… Continue reading Dear Caroline (Wuthering Heights)