Of Mum, Sex and Overated Valentine’s

It’s Valentine’s Day again, everyone’s orgasmic about it. Shopping here shopping there, presents here porn there. People are having sex, licking each other while speaking in tongues like it’s some revival. And yes I just had to put the sex part  there, last week I got laid, so I can go and tell everybody…I’m the…

Death Of A Bachelor

Five beers later, I’m on the rooftop. I die tonight. I hate you! I yell. I scratch my face. Take another sip. I swallow… Another sip. This one I spit out. Then I pour some down, libation to the ancestors. One for Biggie Smalls, 2Pac isn’t getting any,  I hear he’s still alive in Uganda…

Guest Post: Let Me Get My Own

‘Okay’ has been my weekend schedules for the last eighteen months. The deficiency of an alternative being the major reason but I’ve learnt to make do. The popular talk show by this guy who whose name has proved quite a task for this other guy with the ‘oh my’ on this other television station commences…

Gay Jokes Aren’t Funny, Cum on Guys!

It’s almost a year since I last scribbled down these streets of WordPress. Since then a lot of things have happened; John Snow died and resurrected, Obama’s daughter finally smoked weed (I always wondered when she would eventually stop being a dickhead and smoke some pot), William Ruto finally stopped calling Raila’s name in every…

Blah Blah Blah, You Talk Too Much!

The other day I finally got a job, or rather let me say somebody in the HR finally got to sit and read past the ‘Personal Detail’ of my four page CV and decided to hire me. To me that was the best thing to happen so far this year considering that since the beginning…

Of Dry Spells And A Sex Starved Bachelor..

It’s chilly outside, nipples everywhere…big nipples, small nipples, stubborn nipples, submissive nipples…nipples everywhere. You sitting on the balcony, wondering what wrong you did to God, where did the rain start beating you? Where did the dry spell start beating you…you’re so sexually starved that you have an orgasm at anything, you even have an orgasm…

You Miss Him A Little, A Little Too Much

You know its really over when you remember the first days.When you first met him in person after you finally answered his text.At first you felt a bit shy; but more comfy later on because he was fun and funny, probably funnier than both Donald Trump and Aden Duale…he made you laugh your soul out…