An Interior Monologue
Kelvin J. Shachile
“…it is nothing joined; it flows. A ‘river’ or a ‘stream’ is the metaphors by which it is most naturally described. In talking of it hereafter, let’s call it the stream of thought, consciousness, or subjective life.”
Shouldn’t we talk about these thoughts we have then laugh when we finally resume sanity?
Continue reading “Talk To Self”
Last year was the 50th anniversary of the moon landing. July 20th 1969, the first time ever man landed on the moon.
“One small step for man, one giant leap for mankind.”
Famous words by a famous man.
I often look up at the stars, the night sky, the moon, basically space and imagine what it would be like up there. Continue reading “Of Space, Hope and Junkies”
I haven’t written here in a while.
I’ve been busy; school, drama, a little music, some writing and a whole bunch of other stuff.
It doesn’t sound like a lot but trust me, it is.
If you’re in my drama troupe, you know, and those of you who aren’t, lemme paint you a picture……
You’re in your third year of campus, second semester, Continue reading “Of Quarantine, My Life and Breathing”
by Lucy Mwelu
Of Imagine Dragons
Yea you a natural
A beating heart of stone
You gotta be so cold
To survive in this world…
When I first heard this song I thought it rather edgy; the funky beats and hardened lyrics made me rule it out from my playlist, well until today. Continue reading “Natural”
by Lucy Mwelu
Pride Rock- Hakuna Matata
Serenity is a quiet night with a clear sky and a sly wind. Serenity is an evening with a field full of chirping birds. Serenity is the sunrise celebrated by crickets welcoming a brand new day. Serenity is the sound of waves hitting a beach shore before dawn. Serenity is the first snore of a fussy baby before midnight. The thing is, serenity does not always have to involve profound silence; Continue reading “Hakuna Matata”
-by Lucy Mwelu
Usually when I hear this phrase (the topic of course) I am watching a white film. Usually a child filled with trepidation by a notion of ‘something’ predatory taking a sojourn under their bed. The child makes a real fuss before giving in during which the caring parent will talk to them in a coaxing voice whilst rocking them back and forth, some even offer to let the child sleep with them in their rooms. In short, in these films, these kids end up feeling safe because to them, no monster is stronger than their heroes; their parents.
Continue reading “Monsters under the bed “
I sit at the front. It’s the front of a matatu or the cockpit if you will. It sounds fancy but y’all know it isn’t.
I sit in the small seat that isn’t actually a seat. It’s wedged in between the driver’s seat and the actual passenger seat and I know it’s going to be the worst 3 hours of my life. Continue reading “Simple, Happy and Okay”
She only loves in the middle of the night.
A light buzz in her brain from the wine she’s been sipping since, well, since it got dark. It’s that witchy hour, between 2 and 3 a.m. where it’s just you and the enveloping blanket of darkness. Continue reading “Not in the Sun”