Be…you…tiful

By Peace Loise When I was nine years old I used to look at grown up girls bums….and I don’t mean stealing a glance like, look ,see and look away.No, I mean I used to stare in awe , admiration and envy…Yeah I was a naughty one haha..Kidding….Anyway I used to wish I would grow up…

I AM AFRAID

By Givens Mideva When as a teenager I’d be asked what I feared most about being a mother, I’d tell them the idea of giving birth. It was that simple. I knew nothing of it then but I had managed to grapple some foggy tit bits of info that suggested it wasn’t pain free. Flashback to…

I Became The Man I Would Have Married..

By Kenny Mwangi I still reach besides my bed every dawn., Not for you, but to feel the warmth and weight of the sun rays., I open my eyes to the flannel and down, To The mist at the window and blue light from the bays., Only then I remember who and where I am. How…

Baby Fever

By Ian Duncan A friend’s girlfriend recently gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. Speaking of which, why do doctors say “bouncing” anyway? Lil Wayne bounces. Octopizzo bounces. Cheques from my Boss sometimes bounce. But babies don’t bounce.  Or is “bouncing” a metaphor for something? Like, say, “wonderful”? Or “big-eyed”? Or “soft butt”? Why didn’t they…

Breaking Shackles Of Employment

Written by Mark Maish Three days ago, I was standing on the edge of a cliff next to a waterfall.  Moments before a lady and two guys in the expedition group jumped off the cliff without the slightest hesitation. It was now my turn to make the jump. A crowd of more than 50 hikers was…