Thursday

Thursday evening, caught in the murk of heavy traffic,

A driver beat me to the punch and overlapped while i slacked,

Tired from a days work, my head, worked and cracked,

i remained on some spot that i had for long parked,

my throat begging to be quenched of it’s thirst,

my mind engrossed by nothing else but a cold beer,

i stayed calm and after a long while i was home at last,

Entered my house, turned on the radio and sunk in my couch,

Loosened my tie, removed my shoes and grabbed a shut eye.

Moment’s later, there’s a knock at my door…

george, you there? a womans voice called.

a woman!, at this hour of the night?

i’ll be there in a jiffy, i said.

opened the door and what do you know?

it’s the girl i met at the cocktail party.

sarah, she’s a beauty, curvy body and with eyes that kill,

she looked at me, licked her lips sexy and put up a toothy grin,

aren’t you going to let me in?

sure thing sweety, to what do i owe this visit?

a night full of passion in your bath tub,

i dropped a jaw in utter dismay and pinched myself.

she put her hands against the wall and told me to frisk her,

just like the sleuths do.

i pressed and rubbed myself against her apple bottom,

asked her if she felt my gun as i explored and squeezed her tits,

searching for imaginary weapons in all the right places,

tore her clothes as i seeked and plunge deeper,

she tore mine and we both fell down to the carpet,

i dipped myself, she let it sunk, grabbed tight pulled and scratched,

she moaned, i moaned, we cried harmoniously, climax.

worked and killed that lady like a slave owner,

just when i was about to let my seed into her,

my phone alarm rung, i woke up and snoozed it 10 minutes ahead,

took off my shoes, stretched myself on my couch and continued continued,

getting lost in reverie.

I’d like to make a toast

Fellow school mates would be and already masters of the universe, maestri of words and pied pipers of our times, beautiful writers and quenching poets, the beauty in creation and artful works of the Almighty, ladies and gentlemen. I call this imaginary toast to mark my exit from KUC and entry into the real world. During the time i joined this campus till now, i have made as good as over a hundred friends and still counting. Some of whom I have, shared times with, down in memory lane; we lost each other for years and reunited in this very campus. Some of whom, I have met through my circle of friends and other connections. Some of whom I’ve met while at the club, student’s center, computer lab and games pitch. Some of whom I schooled with in college. some of whom I met through the ‘mutual friends’ soft key in my pc or mobile phone screen while on Facebook.

However way we met and ended up being friends, doesn’t matter… all that does is that we’ve lived here together, KUC. So this is from me to you; my roomy and the usual suspects that i be with, friends that I don’t get the pleasure of meeting every day for a favorite past time thing, around the corner, pow-wow or friends that I haven’t mustered the gut to tell how I feel in person but say hi whenever we pass each other by. Even though words get cold sometimes and we don’t get to hook up for chit chat, whatever the case, nawapenda wote and I have, piled in my facebook inbox and congested in my fb status updates, mentions at twitter, exchanged pleasantries and a couple cherished bundles of laughs to show for it. For those who visit my room, buy me beer, compliment, share a couple of really funny jokes, I’d like to say a big thank you and may the Almighty bless you in all your endeavors, you’ve been so good to me.

For those whom we started off as a spark then to a ‘checking up on each other’ note but sadly ended up dry for words… I never intended for it to be that way and even though it takes two to tango… my heart is still open for you, for as long as you want. Nostalgia of the moments we exchanged is my killer and will forever be. For those that I have beef with, let’s put down our double edged words for swords to at least share this moment; tomorrow will be business as usual if it makes your cup of coffee. For those that have never said anything to me and still school with me, for the love of humanity; do something if you please, to this to this moment.

Tonight, parting with my last shot… in this very blog, I’d like us to raise our imaginary drinks high to the beautiful chandelier of this imaginary ball room… whether you’re at your room on opera mini, at Ben’s place waiting for food, at your favorite seat at the comp lab or walking with your head bent to your mobile phone…wherever you may be… let’s make a vow to make this friendship last forever, to meet out there and make as much merry as we can. As our imaginary glasses of sparkling champagne clatter… I wish I’d hold this feeling forever… this is to our friendship, Cheers!