Ghost

Hello folks, somehow It's already been a year since I last wrote a blog. For those of you who have already got acquainted with my previous blogs, thankyou for taking your time in reading my petty literatures. 

Today, I just wanted to pen down a few instances and scribble on how my past year went by. I have been single for the last couple of years now and surprisingly I'm doing quite fine amidst all the conflict and the dark times.

Last year, during Christmas time I saw this beautiful angel out of nowhere and I got hooked instantaneously, smitten by her radiant big brown eyes. We enjoyed a beautiful exchange of glances and I can't seem to stop thinking about her. That's an instance.

Like a cherry wine, a ghost that you are, consuming me in your mystery without really consummating(weinch 🫢), not an instance.

I can't sleep, I can't hold still, the only thing I know is she got mass appeal, I can't lie, might be an instance.

This ain't no poem but a riddle sponsored by insomnia 2.1, figuratively speaking, not an instance.

Yes, Life's still life-ing, players still playing but I got no time for hollow painting so instead I bowl googly. "Live fast, die young" a cool motto written on an insignia of a biker's leather jacket but that's not the way how a christian should live by, and definitely not a reason to die for. Figaro Figaro, young boys drowning at the infamous khuga dam one after another, almost like a new reel trending thingy but no one really care, it seems. Accidents occur everyday and people are dying on the streets but we are more concern about our border disputes.  

Alas, life has to go on, intact, even while our hearts are breaking, Blue.

Everyday is a new day, there's always a new thing to learn each day about something, someone or a shampoo product. This town is small yet there's always something cooking in the oven and a hot tea to spill over a cup of chai.

Voice message is cool but I wish you'd call me sometime, too.

With love,

M