[zilla_likes] For the most part, I live a simple life. I immensely enjoy life’s minutiae offerings: a well-cooked steaming plate of Chapo-beans with no less than three chapatis, a cold stout Guinness, sleeping for eight hours, sleeping au naturel, swirling my balls absentmindedly and sniffing the fingertips, partaking Mary J (not Blige), flirting, and the […]
Category: Profundity

The Fifth
[zilla_likes] Imagine me sitting at my desk and writing this. My head is hanging low, a clear indication of my shame for not posting in a while, even after I’d made some cute promises on this post. I’m so ashamed that I can’t look my laptop in the face. It’s a miracle this is typo-free. […]

The Mouse on the Wheel
[zilla_likes] I haven’t written a creative article in months. I was ashamed at first, couldn’t even look myself in the mirror. I was ashamed that me, who’d called myself a writer, hadn’t churned out something creative in over six months. I did try though. I wrote a few stuff that now sit deserted in the […]

Someone take our phones away, we’re dying
[zilla_likes] There was a video recently doing rounds on Twitter of a man hacking another man to death. Somewhere in Western Kenya, a man allegedly stole another man’s chicken and the repercussions of that decision were documented in what is the most disturbing clip I have watched on the internet. The alleged thief was near-dead; […]

Who’s This Stranger?
[zilla_likes] There is a girl seated in front of me in the bus. I wish I saw her face when I was coming in. She’s in a pink coat, or something close to pink. Her pants are those loose dashiki ones and her shoes match the coat. I’d also like to think that this sweet […]