Lifes' files

Whoah! We're going to Ibiza Whoah! Back to the island Whoah! We're gonna have a party   The night that was. I couldn’t get enough of it. Vengaboys were killing the Saturday’s yoke for me with their We’re Going To Ibiza tune in my playlist. The sweltering heat was nuanced by the rigor of the ever growing crowd. A fine Saturday evening at a club, albeit reluctantly, I blazoned my eyes across the Nairobi Streets as the mellow sun dinked into the horizon. I need not to stay for long. I had harbored this constant reminder for a while now. Slowly, the patrons and the revelers ticked and flocked in. The upholstery which looked like it would host a cocktail party was jammed to the brim. At the balcony, the smoke of cigars wafted intermittently. The puffs would constantly choke my breath but nevertheless, nobody cared- not a sur. Cars honked. Phosphorescent lights shone from all directions. Nairobians, hurried their trails to their various mitaas. It was your ordin...

“I know you, but we've never met. I'm with you and I don't know your name. I know I'm dreaming, but it feels like more than that. It feels like a memory. How can that be?” - Jack Harper (Tom Cruise), "Oblivion"  Away from the political frolics of this country, and sometimes the harsh banalities of life, imma set up a palpable rhythm and tonation of this article. An incendiary topic just hit my mind and so I must hurry to put the hush away and capture it on paper. Today I am in the mood to tie the knot. Of course with my imaginations.   I’m deliberately reconciling the buffets of yesterdays and seamlessly craft something worthwhile. If you are the one, you definitely will connect with me. Dear future wifey Wifey . That’s the warmest abode I’ll consign you to once we walk the aisle. You probably are seated somewhere, wondering what I’m up to this time round. Maybe, you might have heard about me from your familiar quarters. Or, I’m just a concept...