tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: July 2009
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Inspired by you.yes you.not you.YOU. Yeah. Each night before dawn,. My guava eyes dream on,. Of only you being my own,. Sweeter than cane,. You possess my soul. Like the spirit in Luanda Magere. Or like satan did Jamin Mukhobero. For you I’ll climb the crying stone,. And come back with its tears,. To wash away all your fears. Your skin is like a healthy pawpaw,. Soft and sweet and smells like nature,. Your hips kill me. When we par...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: Very cool
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-cool.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. I dreamt last night. Not of the always imminent grenade threat. Nor of the seemingly disappearing Nairobi heat. Not of the never ending party scenes. Nor of the muffled December screams. But of something much more neat. I dreamt of an old man and his never-ending rant. In my dream there were no sounds. Just looks and nods. That all ended in questions. Answers that were in front of me. Answers I could not find. That indeed I do pray.
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: June 2010
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Kutoka kati na blada. Cha mama na cha baba. Chobo ua na futa. Na kuona Tv kwa ma neigbour. Kutoka slippers na sandak. Bata bullets na ngoma. Sunday best na sahunya. Na uniform pair moja. Now even the estate joke. Each thought dedicated to the pursuit of richness. In a world so soulless. That the dirtiest of us all. Stand tall as this decade’s heroes. After innocence is dropped. Other people’s blood shed. And the books balanced.
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: July 2010
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2010_07_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Letter to my 13-year old self. Dude, first of all let’s get one thing straight: chicks do not dig guys who do not wear socks. It is not a ‘murui’ look… they say it is just stupid. I have no idea why. Its just a chick thing. So from now on, always .always wear socks with those safariboots! To begin with, that neighbour chick that keeps asking you for the Topmark textbook isn’t that interested in History. She digs you! Boarding schoo...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: May 2010
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Now I know why. Why they don’t celebrate my birthday. Or shower me with candy. To appease their restlessness. In an attempt to cleanse. Now I know why. Why on every eve. They are like thieves. Uneasy in their silence. The only exchange is that of glances. Or a regret of missed chances. Now I know why. Why she can never look me in the eye. Or an unsaid sigh. That brings me from a high. That only she and I. Now I know why. Nor with i...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: March 2010
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Isn’t it strange? That after all this time. A smile is all I get? That after all the history. My arm can’t go past your elbow? I thought we had chemistry! One full of mystery! Then why do you give me the shoulder,. That was once oh so tender? But you returned didn’t you! They said you would sue. That it’s you I used. So they had to believe,. Wasn’t what I claimed to give. Isn’t it strange. That after I held out my palm.
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: December 2007
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Women can be stupid when they choose to. In search of Mr Right, they easily let go of the proverbial bird in hand to grasp at the imaginary one. Often, they struggle to hold a none existing one, and let the real one fly away sadly. To illustrate my point, I borrow from Aesop:. It is useless attacking the insensible. Not wanting to accept, the fairer sex resorted to strong arm tactics. From stalking to threatening. These did...Ladie...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: November 2007
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. I have given up on trying to understand women. In other words I will not try to understand my feelings for them. Instead I will classify them into two: love or hate. Friend or foe. None of that ‘he- is- like- my- brother’ kind of thing. How often do you see a man introduce a girl as an almost my sister friend…? Never happens…and whenever it does, be sure there is a love triangle in the whole mix. A friend of mine (honestly! 2: The ...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: August 2009
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2009_08_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. I once met an interesting question:. 8220;What’s the style of your soul? I thought about it for some time. What exactly is my soul style? Do I even have a soul to style? How can I prove that my soul exists? What exactly is it- this soul? My soul is what pushes me on. And sometimes, stubbornly holds me back for no reason. It is as arrogant as a well educated rich fool, but at times as humble as a life giving angel. My soul is what p...
tuliz.blogspot.com
tulia: October 2009
http://tuliz.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html
Life, death and everything in between. There was an error in this gadget. Forgive me Lover for I have sinned. Forgive me Lover for I have sinned. It has been 6 weeks since we last kissed. It has been 42 nights since we last touched. It has been 42 days since we last danced. But I promise all that will be erased. By the joys of a simple embrace. Your white on my black is all it takes. For the steps to be retraced. Into the intimacy that once was. Forgive me Lover for I have sinned. But it has been hard.
