Author: Kuruga

I have been trying to think why my days are a blur Why life seems to be living and letting me decide what do about that And it’s you. When you are not around, It is as if a lens has been removed, a sense denied, a color erased, a life duller. And, even as…

with grace a twirling air of thoughts. what does it mean to understand, to be near her, sensed. There are days when the hours apart coalesce into a panoramic vista of what we’ve made through us, and I feel content.

Ya dunia ni mengi ya maisha ni mengi muda mfupi saa chache Inabidi kuishi tu – kujaribu kung’ang’ana na tunazojali

watu ni kuishi tu bila ubaya bila uzuri kuamka na kukutana na maisha.

I want to be completely bored with you to lie by your side and feel utter boredom no thoughts save the two of us; the minutes flying by.

Feel hungry. Remember you have a last-week-bought sourdough and from-September eggs; a (french) toast starter pack!!! So hoppity hop to the kitchen take eggs and bread from fridge. Oh wait, are those my tomatoes? Yes – we’ll have them then. Woooah, is that my salted butter stick? Aaaaaaah, a feast! So quickly, butter in pan…

like rolling in BlueBand like stirring in warm chocolate watching snow patter on a window like earl grey sips on a grey afternoon, honey and lemon, like realizing it’s raining outside and slumber claimed you, like sinking into bed after a day weeding maize seedlings like gliding on a slide in Thika and bloop splashing…

What is the world come to when the first hand touched another unassumed, unassuming, unassumingly, How do I tell you the world is everywhere when you How do I tell you I cannot capture my fear How do I tell you that the heavens are but avenues for your splendorous rage, mystifying gaze. I promised…

It is not yet dawn but the night has waned and I’m in that crepuscular purgatory, 4:55AM sleep heavy on my eyes but fleeting behind them So I lie awake, asleep in one, in all moments I have lain like this: When in a basement room in Genova I woke with a start and made…

I woke up at 4Am this morning from a dream about the Vietnamese tailor who commanded me, sweet clear firm kind tone soon as I set foot in that upstairs shop with my oversized job-going trousers needing work Baby boy! Put them on As she led me to the changing room and left me to…