Tag: Dating

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

1. Cat Woman No bad deed goes unpunished. When I interact with someone, I open their file in my mind and I see how they treated me from

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.

When you thought of some girls, you saw the image of a pigeon and dirt under fingernails but not when you thought about her. She had a shape

Remember the first time we met? It was in that café along Banda Street, you were in a cream frock and I had a cold yet for some

I have been rejected three times this week by the fairer gender. The first one was in a petrol station. She was in newly done braids. Newly done

“I don’t want to get my knickers in a twist by saying which woman is better than the other, every woman has something to bring to the table.”