Her legs – Samuel Kwarus

Because something must kill a man…

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Have you seen her legs?
Well straightened and
A little curved at the bottom
When its wrapped around you
Your soul drifts away
When she catwalks
It makes me quiver down my spine
I took one look and I know
I was seeing trouble
Oh I need a glass of water
I can’t afford too many looks
Because she’s so tempting
She is what can kill a man
But I have made up my mind
That I’ll die in her arms
Because something must kill a man

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Hello

Hello, it’s me
I was wondering if after all these posts you’d like to meet
To go over everything
—–
Is it too late now to say sorry?
‘Cause I’m missing more than just your body
Is it too late now to say sorry?
‘Cause I know that I let you down
Is it too late to say sorry now?
—–
Hello, how are you?
It’s so typical of me to talk about myself. I’m sorry
I hope that you’re well
Did you ever make it out of life and now something finally happens?
—–
And it’s no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time
—–
So hello from the other side (other side)
—–
I do not do well with introductions
but before that, Happy New Year
Better Late Than Never
You can call me Beast
Because My Name Is My Name
Dear Blog, I’m sorry
and to you who follow, i’m sorrier
that’s relative to being sorry to the blog
i truly am Bad At Introductions
This is not The Best I Can Come Up With
But Half a Loaf
This Ends The neglect
Love me, Love You, Love Yours
Yours,
Beast

“Sex Ed for village boys” by Alexander Ikawah

Story story…

Jalada

Sex-ed for village boys

The most I had seen of sex by the time I joined secondary school was during an evening prep session back in primary eight when I dropped my eraser accidentally. I bent under my desk to find it and there, underneath the last desk on our row, Nancy Wendo was playing with my friend Mangwana’s penis, Caroline had her skirt pulled all the way back on one side, laying bare her big fat thigh, and Mangwana had his hand inside her white knickers. She was lying on the desk, sleeping, but upon closer observation, I saw that her eyebrows were knitted and her lips twitched too much for a person who was asleep. Nancy on the other hand was rubbing Mangwana’s erect penis languorously, her thumb grazing the very tip and flicking the foreskin up and down so that the pink base of the head flashed and disappeared like the bottom of a long turgid glowworm…

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My Castle

With my castle in the sky
A dreamy foundation of hope.

Her beauty abstracted into frescos
For the Beast that roams its walls.

Forever trapped by my emotions
Never seeing past my castle walls
And the memories trapped in murals.

The Darkness within is Absolute
I am one with the castle
As the Darkness is within Beast too.

The labyrinthine hallways
Explored in the gloom
Let it remain pure in memory
Let Light not shatter my trance.

Sometimes I find a broken window
Where the Sun leaks in
My wounds bleed anew
Remember me my Sorrow.

There’s frost in my heart
Mirrored in the castle
So I begin my trek
In this Summertime Winter.

Soon as the Weariness sets in
The Noose beckons
The abyss in a loop.

The tipping chair Takes all eternity.
May be because I heard Her voice.

Welcome home, My Lo… *darkness*