Note to Self

you’ll feel, out of touch, out of, chi. and you shouldn’t, have to beat up, that’s what’s left for it. you, matter.

WHY IS IT SO EASY TO KILL A KENYAN YOUTH? (COPS & CORPSES)

amagera, nabebwa ufala kwa ofe za mabazeng huko juu, na pia I am a man, and I know I can be arrested and accidentally die in police custody.

death at a funeral

people die in many ways, and meeting your death because of a woman, should never be one of them.

HEARTBREAK HOTEL

I am loved,

And therefore wanted.

My Nightmares Are Dreams of You

I dream – have nightmares – about my exes. Ex-girlfriends. Women that I liked or loved the most. Or women that I should have had relationships with but didn’t. The women of these dreams, if they can be so called, were and are beautiful, both inside and out. Physically, mentally, personality-wise and spiritually. Though I’m …

Claire

A dame to think aboutClaire

SUGARLESS TEA, AND SUGAR

I'm wishing on a dream,For the, chance and memory,To commit to all my chances,Cleanse my memory off,My lusting tongue, That seeks the most,Creamiest of cracks,The hand that seeks to hold,The most sweet and caress,The most well chiselled bodies and,Put fingers into,Poster models,Smart headed buffoons,I'm dreaming my way to whatever I wishes.Should I,Let this bastard if …

An Open Letter to my Future Self

Hello you. And how are you? When we wrote this, a lot was going on yet it was nothing. It was a great time of corona, it was 420. It was now.

here.

hello me.

JO2

I am at my fav bar.

Then, this lady walks by,

I am looking on,

We eye each other. I am farther in,

At the smoking point.

I have a beer,

Drinking straight from the bottle,

While,

Everyone else is drinking

Keg from a plastic cup.

HOLLY

You get into a bar, To look for yourself and, Sit yourself in a corner. The lady comes, With an old fashioned sweaty blue top, And a grey miniskirt, In an effort to look attractive, Yet, Her face looks like anything, You'd wanna wake up with. You ask for a jug of keg, And reach …

Unopen Letters

I ask'd you, What was wrong, You tell me, No-thing. Yet, When we went to bed, You tricked me into, Putting the lights off, To find you, Asleep on your back.   You told me, To love you forever, Because you knew, I wouldn't ask you back. You knew,  I would never, live, with myself …

What’s a Real Man? And Which One is.

Originally appeared as 'A Brief Essay on How to Be a Man: What Makes a Man a “Real Man”? By Andrew Ferebee' on https://www.knowledgeformen.com/ What makes a man a man? What does it mean to be a “real man”? What is a man (beyond the purely biological) in the first place?   Hundreds of years …

Home

It is hard living. It is hard being. You

Get carried away. You, get held,

A Little Letter

You should not know,

I still choose other women over you.

I still, do not want to pick your call,

I still, never want, to meet you, yet.

It’s a truly sad affair,

To meet your love,

At the wrong time.

Mad Girl’s Love Song

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

Someday

The look in her eyes,
is killing me.

Scented Candles

I love it, When is just you and, me Smoking and, Ashing the finger, Gazing at each, Through cigarette smoke.     Sharing, A moment. Sharing, A minute of, Incensed sexual tension.   Beautiful silence. I find your hand, Besides mine, And I back away. I find, your face, and mine touching , I back …

Civil Dissent

I passed him the coins Straight to his rhino skin rhino skin thick palm. He looked me, In the eye, lucky I had specs on, I saw it through a slit. He lets 'em jingle some more, 'Fore he spits out a bit of khat, Saddled in his mouth, 'Add more.' I say No. 'Add …

Jane the Artist

It was awkward the first time, I had her naked in an instant, Before, she hurriedly, Splashed her sheets around her, Pushed me away, And retreated, To one corner of the bed.   I was naked. And confused.   'I love looking at you, You're beautiful,' She said.   I blushed.   Embarrassed.   Why …