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28 | July | 2015 | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. Daily Archives: July 28, 2015. July 28, 2015. These are the same girls who are easily lured into unplanned coital encounters without much choice and reason. And who in this silly life never makes a mistake? I guessed so. Should we then force these vulnerable women and girls to forever live with the pain that will become future kids? Stairs and Liquor Stores. I WILL CLING TO YOUR CLOTH. On Stairs and Liquor Stores.
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05 | August | 2015 | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. Daily Archives: August 5, 2015. August 5, 2015. This is to all your sorry souls, the tortured ones. Actually, I have thought about you for a while now but it has become really hard sharing my misfortunes because of the spirit of transparency and openness. My password is mine no more, what should I be hiding anyway? Stairs and Liquor Stores. I WILL CLING TO YOUR CLOTH. On Stairs and Liquor Stores. On Stairs and Liquor Stores.
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ABORTIONS NEREA | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. July 28, 2015. These are the same girls who are easily lured into unplanned coital encounters without much choice and reason. And who in this silly life never makes a mistake? I guessed so. Should we then force these vulnerable women and girls to forever live with the pain that will become future kids? Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). THESE SCARS WILL BLEED →. You are...
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Tortured Husband | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. August 6, 2015. This is to all your sorry souls, the tortured ones. Actually, I have thought about you for a while now but it has become really hard sharing my misfortunes because of the spirit of transparency and openness. My password is mine no more, what should I be hiding anyway? My heart has bled out all the love. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). You are commenti...
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13 | August | 2015 | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. Daily Archives: August 13, 2015. August 13, 2015. Tales from our Bukusu Househelp. I will not talk about August deaths and muse about the drinking culture in our country. I would rather muse about botany and ghosts that are our ancestors. You see, people are weird. Ever sat with your house help on a random Tuesday and let her just feel good about herself? The visitation of ghosts. Stairs and Liquor Stores.
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Bliss – An Extemporized Blog
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A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Would it be;. If I were able to. Would feel like;. Here on earth too;. To spot them,. To open your heart. To be able to love them,. To help us cleanse our sins;. They are truly special. For they carry in their hearts. A piece of heaven,. I will find a place. In such an angel’s heart;. She will teach me. Of selfless love;. You see it’s truly an art;. Go to heaven,. Nor find a way. Into her heart;. I could be;. 8211; Advaita Inamdar. People rarely su...
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willishalfmungu | This where words get a life..cascading like the sweat on an african warrior"s skin.. | Page 2
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. August 26, 2015. Hello there friends,. As I type this away, I am pushed to stop. My new neighbor is on my door. She has offered to make breakfast. Maybe that should be a code for something but I don’t know. Let me freshen up and get going. I’ll see you later. That Venice, A place I wished I moved to. August 14, 2015. You were warned of bearded fellows,. Fellows like me, who have big hearts,. You were told of them,. I won’t ...
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Nyar Suba | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. August 14, 2015. You were warned of bearded fellows,. Fellows like me, who have big hearts,. Hiding them in the rough allure of facial mimicry. You were warned about dating poets,. You were told of them,. Writing unaddressed letters,. Letters they claim were not meant for you,. Nyar Suba you know who the letters speak to. You were hard headed,. You were stubborn like Mboya from your backyard,. I do not know what I told you,.
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03 | August | 2015 | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. Daily Archives: August 3, 2015. August 3, 2015. THESE SCARS WILL BLEED. Blood has dried up on that shirt I wore after that deranged war,. It wasn’t really a war, but the skills I required were close to tae kwondo,. And when I recall how it all boogied down, each summer dawn,. My scars will bleed again, these scars will bleed…. To the foreheads and discolored knees,. Blood washing through this gaping wounds,. On Stairs and L...
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14 | August | 2015 | willishalfmungu
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This where words get a life.cascading like the sweat on an african warriors skin. Daily Archives: August 14, 2015. August 14, 2015. You were warned of bearded fellows,. Fellows like me, who have big hearts,. Hiding them in the rough allure of facial mimicry. You were warned about dating poets,. You were told of them,. Writing unaddressed letters,. Letters they claim were not meant for you,. Nyar Suba you know who the letters speak to. You were hard headed,. You were stubborn like Mboya from your backyard,.