Category: Manhood

I had come to admire people who smoked cigarettes, not the act itself—it was the prop of the stick that interested me.

"The days run away like wild horses, over the hills." — Bukowski says. This has been true for me for the past two weeks. The days are a

I went on a date with a teacher. Teachers fascinate me, there is intrigue in someone who can move you from ignorance to understanding.

I bought a new TV this month but that is not the story; the story is how I lost my previous one.

I haven’t shaved my hair in over three months. The one growing on my head and the one you’re probably thinking about too.

I had decided I wouldn’t see her again. But I am now looking at her picture, and I am wondering what she is made of?

I am writing this at 6:00 pm on a Tuesday, immediately after my run. I haven’t saved her number yet, nor looked it up on Truecaller. I haven’t

I meet her on Thursday at the barbershop. She’s the masseuse washing my head and giving me a massage. “Kwani ulipotelea wapi?” She asks.