ugly babies

Apparently it is a taboo to write about ugly babies. Every time I say that is going to be my next blogpost, someone looks at me like I’m the Devil Incarnate (which, obviously, is a complement – everyone knows that Jesus was an average looking muscly chap, and Lucifer was a…handsome devil. Fine as hell. […]

stupid children

What if you end up having stupid children? The choices of your children may or may not be a direct reflection of your parenting, but even so, it is entirely possible that you could have done your job, properly, as an adult (ha!) and parent – sung to them in the womb, done positive emotional […]

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Hope.

I am beginning this year with a bit of trepidation. Under normal circumstances I am not good with change. I would much rather my life remains more or less the same, though let me tell you, I was really hoping to win that 100 million shillings LOTTO had up for grabs on New Year’s Eve, […]

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A rather thick and comfortable dilemma

I was hoping that once I got into a further-on stage of my pseudo-adulthood, that I would be able to resist those things that separate the pubescents from the possibly grown – but no. I still walk into a hotel room and want to to immediately steal everything in sight. (the irony here, of course, […]

Almost 30

It’s that awkward moment when you’re closer to 30 than you are to 20 and you still haven’t figured your shit out and by your shit, I mean, your life, and by your life, I mean the things that adulthood is supposed to come with; cleared debt, a fridge full of earthly delights (Nutella, four […]

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S.

Even if I wanted sex in the afternoon, I know it wouldn’t happen. You’re always busy, doing god knows what at your desk, typing at people who aren’t me, regardless of the fact that it is supposedly me that you’re with. I can just imagine the conversation. ‘Baby.’ Then there will be no reply, of […]

It’s hard out here for a pimp.

Being a self published author is a bit like being a whore. You work long, hard nights, sometimes unprotected (from the distraction of social media). You wonder when the disease of writer’s block will hit you, if it hasn’t already, stifling any other books you may or may not have left in you – you […]

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