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    aside 23 Apr

    My crush

    I have a humongous crush on this really cute guy in school and it’s been going on for a number of weeks now. He is in another school, u know, the way Universities have School of Business, School of Law and so on. Before the crush, I would see him around school and think “Oh, there’s Joe Doe.” Before you ask, Joe or Doe are not his names. Actually I only know his last name, and that’s only because he is famous for his intelligence. Anyway, I never really noticed him before we were sitting across each other in the school library and our eyes met. Now am not one to shy away from a staring match or a flirt game with a stranger, but I could not for the life of my future kids look into his eyes for more than a few seconds. And he would not stop looking at me! I would look up, find him engrossed in his books and then he would sense I was looking and he would look up only for me to shy away from his eyes! Any time I caught him looking, he wouldn’t look away until I did! It’s a scary thing for someone who’s never been scared of people’s eyes. Well, apart from Mum’s eyes when she gives me the ‘what do think you’re doing?’ look all mothers possess. Then I started seeing him everywhere in school- the stairs, the cafeteria, the field, hell I even bumped into him at the bathrooms! And every one of those times he looked, I looked, our eyes held, and then I made my eyes busy with something inconsequential! After that, fate seemed to intervene to make me cringe. A couple of my friends happen to be his friends too. So while hanging out with them he and a bunch of other friends show up. We all became buddy-buddy and I can now say hi to him when we run into each other. BUT I still cannot look into his eyes for more than a few seconds. This troubles me. It also troubles me that he seems to have some sort of interest in me so he just keeps on looking! I have considered my options and came to two conclusions. Either I ignore him and pretend he does not exist, u know, the whole ‘going-cold-on-a-guy-makes-him-loose-interest’ thing, or make him teach me how to make people look away- at least that way, I get to both talk to him and look into his eyes long enough to not have to look away. The ignoring thing wouldn’t work ‘cause am much too much intrigued with him and his eyeing ways and until I work this thing out, there’s no way to ignore him. I have never had a crash this interesting.

    Before the library experience, I was having a girl crush. She is a celebrity who is three years younger than me and is making waves in the Hollywood. Her name is Kristen Stewart. I first saw her on one of the best vampire romances ever created, ‘Twilight’. If you are a guy, you have no idea what am talking about. If you are a chick, you probably know what am talking about. If you love Twilight the movie, you are wondering how on earth I noticed Bella while she was standing next to Edward. I didn’t. I noticed Edward and his fiiiiiine brothers and father. So I Googled Robert Pattinson and discovered he was having a secret romance with the lead lady. So I Googled her too. That’s when I fell in love with her! I read an article about how the press kept pestering her about her love life and she told them to ‘Fuck off!’ Her words, not mine! I loved her instantly and started Googling her every now and then. The more I read, the more I liked. The more I liked her, the more I forgot about Robert. You see, before I met Kristen, I was crushing on Robert. I don’t know what it was that kept me crushing on him but I think Edward Cullen had a lot to do with that. I fell for Kristen’s attitude. I am the kind of person who lives my life as I wish. I give little notice to what others may think about me as long as am happy as shit! That’s how I came to experience marijuana or ‘liberty’ as it known among the more ‘refined’ users. Anyway my girl crush occurred because she seemed to live her life according what she wanted and not based on the questioning glare of the those with nothing better to do except poke their noses into other people’s lives. She remains my girl crush.

    Before Edward I was pathetically hooked on a nine year old cartoon character. In admitting this I don’t know whether I am admitting to anything morally wrong or unacceptable. I don’t think I am ‘cause the character is after all fictional. Anyway, the point is that I could not for the life of me seem to get enough of Johnny Test! He happens to be the stupidest kid I have seen but, he is extremely funny. And that dog of his! 4 pm on week days would find me propped up in my favourite seat waiting eagerly for Johnny Test to start. I didn’t even mind watching repeat episodes. He made me laugh like a crazy person! I have no memory of who I was crushing on before Johnny which means they didn’t leave a mark. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that they were insignificant, it’s just that they don’t impress me much anymore.

    So now I am confronted by my current crush. The worst thing about this is that he is not some cartoon or celebrity I will never meet. He is real! He is a live, breathing, in the flesh man. This means our ‘knowledge’ of each other might go further than friendship- if I so wish, he has no say in the matter. He further presents the challenge of how to deal with him if I cannot even look him in the eye, which for me is extremely uncomfortable. It is even more challenging because I have no idea WHY I cannot look into his eyes. If I could, I would probably know why. So until I can, it remains a mystery. Ok, you know what, damn it all to hell! I am going to go find him and tell him I need to do a staring match with him! Good thing am used to doing shit I shouldn’t! Here goes…………

    © afra njoki

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    aside 22 Apr

    Ice

    Chilly to the touch
    hard and immobile
    unapproachable and heartless; cold.
    An attempted kiss isn’t bliss
    just frostbitten lips.

    But when it melts
    it is fluid and warm
    aromatic, steamy, dreamy
    it soothes me greatly
    as i swim and explore, shore to shore.

    It pulls me in deep
    covers my soul like sweet sleep
    and I sink, going down, down, down
    I cannot be found
    and I drown.

    Behold my dilemma:

    Ice will freeze me and leave me
    shivering and miserable, lonely.
    Yet liquified it engulfs me
    in it’s seductive caress
    and I am helpless.

    I cannot escape it
    for it is with me daily.
    Therefore: I shall keep my affections to myself
    during winter
    Then, when the spring comes
    I’ll wear my flippers and aqualung
    and go swimming in the deep.

    © Mutinda Kitana

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    aside 22 Apr

    Life is short, why wait?

    Why wait when you know whatever
    You wanted in life is right there
    Right in front of you.
    It’s just waiting for you to grab it
    And make it your own.

    Why wait when we know that life is too short
    To keep waiting, accidents happen, God forbid
    The French say, ‘La vie est courte, amuse toi bien,
    Mais faire attention..’ it means life is too short
    Enjoy yourself but be careful.
    They say life is a bitch, and it’s true.

    Distance separates the ones in love
    For some, love comes in one way.
    And for others it comes in both ways but
    It is either abusive, or not satisfying.

    Life is sudden but we have to be careful
    Heartbreaks we tend to avoid but without the healing
    We wouldn’t learn.

    Denial is not just a river in Egypt
    It’s a freaking ocean, so, what do you do not to drown in it.
    Do you tell that person you love that you can’t live without them?
    Do you let your heart first think then follow it?
    I know that the heart never fails but what if
    when I decide to wait for my heart to decide,
    then life endeavours happen, then comes regret……
    Love does not knock often, but if it does
    You have to let it in…

    Life is too sudden for us to wait…
    If you know you love him/her
    Tell them
    Tell that friend that you are sorry for not
    Keeping in touch
    And pray to God to keep keeping
    You alive to fulfils your fantasies
    And to get that that you desire

    From the diaries of her making…

    © Catherine Nzissi

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    aside 21 Apr

    Wierd Things That Happen

    Do a good thing and never get mentioned
    Do something bad or make a mistake however,
    And the news spread like bush fire

    Write something and they only focus
    On what they don’t like
    The rest is forgotten

    Do something wrong
    And they judge you all your life

    He lies about what happened
    But just because he is in a position of power
    Everyone believes him

    Lose when you play well
    But win when you are not at your best

    Work hard for weeks on something
    And they don’t even like it
    But make up something on the spot and they love it

    ©wamathai warugongo

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    aside 21 Apr

    Meet You

    Saw your picture in the paper today.
    I liked your smile.
    Do you think we could meet up some day?

    I know it’s impossible.
    You won’t be able.
    Maybe I can come and see you.

    It’s quite a long distance to travel,
    Just to meet a stranger whose face I liked.
    But I might gain more from it than I could ever lose.

    It’ll take a while, I’ll have to think about it.
    But when I make up my mind, my mind will be made up.
    I’ll come.

    Wait, I’m not sure…
    I don’t know if I can…
    No, I’m coming.

    I’m coming to meet you.
    You, whose face I saw
    On the corner of that pretty page:
    THE OBITUARIES.

    © Amanda Kenya

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    aside 20 Apr

    Your Wife

    To be able to see the man that you’ve become,
    The man that time has made you.
    Your ambitions,
    Your hopes,
    Your dreams and disappointments.
    To be able to kiss you again and again through the ages,
    Through the anger and the pain,
    Through the joy and the glee.
    To be able to appreciate your lost youth,
    And kiss your wrinkles and beards.
    To be able to love you
    Regardless of forgotten glory
    And faded praise.
    To be able to still be the one that you need, to have your day have gone right.
    To be the one that you have loved, hated, despised, adored…
    To be the one that you still cannot live without.
    To be the one whose tears you have wiped
    And who has kissed away yours.
    To be your strength, your fortress
    The mother of your line
    The lover of your soul
    To be,
    your wife.

    © barbara karuana

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    aside 20 Apr

    We Cry

    We cry, we cry!
    As the days go by
    Expectations run high
    Food scarcity is nigh
    Its way too dry

    Malnutrition is bad
    Makes life so hard
    Everyone feels so sad
    When it wets we’ll be glad
    Still its way too dry

    Our government feels nothing
    We are the opposite of kings
    Our hearts cannot sing
    Home there is nothing to bring
    Because its way too dry

    Thank God its wetting
    It just feels like spring
    Now our tummies have something
    It’s a nice feeling it brings
    Oh it’s wet, no cry!

    Wait a minute now will you
    What are we going to do?
    This wetness seeps through
    My rooftop I see blue!
    It’s wet now, I cry

    Mother nature have mercy
    It feels like you’re cursing!
    But it’s not her who’s the sting
    Our nature of complaining
    When it’s dry we cry
    Now it’s wet we still cry!

    © Barbra Jolie (Read her blog here)

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    aside 19 Apr

    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    Who plagues your dreams at night?
    Am I not the one
    Your eyes long to see?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    You see when you close your eyes?
    Am I not the one
    Who haunts your thoughts?
    Am I not the one
    Whom your body yearns for?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    Who makes your heart stand still?
    Am I not the one
    who scatters your thoughts in mind?
    Am I not the one
    who makes your body shake?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    you see bearing your last name?
    Am I not the one
    You see holding your son?
    Am I not the one
    You see among your loved ones?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    You always talk and brag about?
    Am I not the one
    You want to be seen with?
    Am I not the one
    You want to come home to?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    You wished for upon a star?
    Am I not the one
    You believe is a gift from heaven?
    Am I not the one
    You show such gratitude for?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    Am I not the one
    Your eyes reveal love for?
    Am I not the one
    Your tongue freezes for?
    Am I not the one
    Your belly butterflies fly for?
    Am I not the one?
    Darling, tell me
    Am I not the one?

    © bridget mutua

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    aside 19 Apr

    When the Opposite Happens

    There was nothing wrong with him, he was in fact very attractive, but he just wasn’t her type. She wouldn’t even have accepted his dinner invitation had he not asked so nicely. As she was getting ready for their date her pal helped her plot an escape plan in case things became unbearable. She also wore an incredibly tight pair of jeans in case she got drunk and he got ideas. It was no mean feat though and she had to jump up and down for quite a while to get into them.

    So he came to pick her up and out to dinner they went. It went really well considering her earlier reservations. He had a sense of humour and interesting conversation. There was more to him that met the eye and she was so glad that she had agreed to come. For some reason she felt safe with him and she duly informed her pal via sms that the escape plan would not be required that night. After dinner they went out dancing and he turned out to be a terrific dancer. The night out was so much fun but it had to come to an end. He took her home, kissed her cheek and turned to leave but she held his arm and invited him inside, something she hadn’t done in a while. She fixed him a drink but he didn’t even get to taste it. She set it on the table and when he reached for it she reached out and kissed him. Things got hot and heavy and she suggested they take it to the bedroom. He carried her there and they started undressing each other but try as they might they couldn’t take the jeans off her. It was ironical really, she had worn them to keep him out. She proposed that they cut or rip them but he took their not coming off as a sign and he insisted they just hold each other and sleep. He was such a gentleman.

    © wamathai warugongo

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    aside 18 Apr

    Raindrops

    I

    Only cry

    When it’s raining.

    Something about

    Its petal fall

    Down my frown lines;

    My creased

    Upside down smile

    Hoping that

    It will cover

    My pain

    With its rain drops

    © shikoh gitonga

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