A BLUNT KIND OF LOVE (PART 1)

 My life is brilliant. My life is brilliant.My love is pure.I saw an angel.Of that am sure. These are not actually my words. Music enthusiasts would recognize these as the opening lyrics to a song by RnB maestro James Blunt (You’ll have to pardon the pun in my title). You will be forgiven for thinking that James…

RE-TREEE-EAT!! (Day 1)

Ladies and gentlemen (and everyone in between) of the cathedral, how are you today? You look beautiful and healthy, have you taken your vaccines yet? My name is Jones; I come from the great state of Kanunga Republic. Okay, enough of the small talk, let’s now move to the medium talk, and perhaps we’ll reach…

The Soweto Affair

I actually didn’t want to go anywhere for the weekend, I preffered to stay in and do my writing instead. Mum wanted me to accompany Koi and her mum to some kids’ festival where Churchill was to be in attendance, but I refused flat out. Jones to a kids’ festival? Doesn’t sound so exciting.But I…

Amicus Scrabblae

Everyday, I get more and more convinced that the only reason why grown men play scrabble is because it’s the only socially acceptable way to explore their curiosity about jumping onto other men. For those who don’t know what scrabble is, gather around me as I explain to you the Byzantine nature of this dastardly…

Jones’ Say on the Elections

Throughout this election period, I have been rather indifferent and mum about the ongoing polls. But though I appeared rather inscrutable, I’d like to inform you that this does not in any way reflect a measure of my patriotism. My love for Kenya is huge, because this country is the only place I have ever…

Spectres of my Girlfriends

<!--[if !mso]>st2:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) }st1:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } <![endif]-->Dullsville Section If you missed the last post about knowing your professor, click here.   Specters of my GirlfriendsIt is with great gloom and disquietude that I funerally jot down this frighteningly fiendish and macabre experience that has been tormenting me relentlessly of late. For the past couple of days, yours truly…