Tag Archives: Stories
Grim reaper still has a noose!
Posted by mackel9 on October 14, 2016 in Grim reaper, Stories
Tags: Depression, Grim reaper, Grim reaper, Stories, Suicide
Are you homeless?
They would meet for coffee and dinner once in a while
Every time he would see her off up to her gate
They would go through these motions over and over again
Then this day they met like they always did
He took her up to her house
She told him to get in and wait for her
She changed into jeans and a jumper
Let me see you off today
Okay
They went until they got to his gate
Well here we are
Aren’t you going to invite me in?
Oh, where are my manners, sure please come in
He opened the gate and let her in
Closed it behind him
Opened the door to his house and invited her in
They had some sweet hot chocolate…
As he returned after seeing her off
He couldn’t help but wonder
Did she think I am homeless?
Posted by mackel9 on October 18, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Homeless, Maturity, Random stories, Stories, Sweet hot chocolate
Love is a scary thing
IÂ don’t know if it’s me
But every time my stupid heart
Falls for someone
They always want to give me a heart attack!
Maybe I worry too much
Maybe I love too much
Maybe I love wrong
Posted by mackel9 on October 15, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Relationships, Romance, Searching..., Stories
Tags: Love, love is scary, Random stories, Stories
The Wise Guy
I told him a story,
He took a moment,
And thought deeply,
Took a deep breath and told me,
The secret my friend is perseverance,
You have got to stop giving up too soon….
Posted by mackel9 on September 23, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Relationships, Stories, Work
Tags: Art of love, Giving up to soon, Never giving up, Persistence, Stories, Wise Guy
Can't beg, won't beg
Every time he would beg
Every time he got a rejection
After begging
He would feel worse about himself
He decided to stop begging
They said he bacame aloof
Uninterested
It was just a wall he created
To protect the vulnerable inner self…
Posted by mackel9 on August 29, 2015 in Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Ain't begging, Beg, Begging, Can't beg, Stories, Vulnerable
Keep moving!
What the nos taught me
Was I had to keep moving
And stop asking why
Maybe further ahead
A yes awaits you 🙂
Posted by mackel9 on August 15, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Opinion, Relationships, Stories, Work
Tags: No, Rejection is redirection, Stories
Truth or Dare
Around a fire they sat
Most new faces, some familiar
As the night ebbed away
A game they suggest
To keep the snoozing faces awake
Truth or dare it was
Truth or dare he was asked
Pants he was dared to remove
We just met
How can we escalate so quick?
A dare was a dare he was told
All around even the snoozing faces
Seemed awake and amused
He had no shorts he protested
None of it they wanted to hear….
Posted by mackel9 on August 11, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, New waters!, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Hadithi hadithi, Stories, Tales, Truth or Dare
Familiar Faces
I see these faces
Familiar faces
Everywhere
Have I become
A creature of habit?
Or is it that age has
Caught up
Such that
Even strange faces
Have a hint of familiar
They remind me
What once
Was?
Posted by mackel9 on July 15, 2015 in Just Random, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Do I know you?, Every one looks familiar, Random stories, Stories, You Look familiar
He Snored. She screamed!
He snored
She jolted
And screamed!
She had never heard
Anyone snore before!
Posted by mackel9 on July 14, 2015 in Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Scream, Sleep, Sleeping habits, Snore, Snoring, Stories, Tales
Have we forgotten to dance?
It is Friday and I am feeling playful. It has been two months since I went out and today, I just have to go and shake a leg. I no longer paint the town red haha.
I am to meet my boys in town to start off the evening. When I get to town one of the guys M is not to be reached five calls later no answer. He later explains he got a date *insert breezy’s voice* these guys ain’t loyal. Haha.
So I meet T and we start off at this new joint, at the entrance the bouncer freezes me, I show him my ID and he lets me in, maybe I should not dress down too much, ha, not happening. It is full such that there is no space to breathe let alone sit. We turn around and leave, despite the opportunity cost for eye candy.
We head to joint B, Nairobians are a hard bunch to please this place was big last year now there are empty seats at 7 pm. We take a strategic spot where we can have a well rounded view of the whole place. The music is really nice, it throws us back to growing up days. There is a supervisor with a really huge derriere and we cannot seem to agree whether it is real or not. Patrons seem to be here to just drink, but at 8.30 guys have started coming in and we decide we try an old drinking hole. As we leave the alcohol brings my thoughts to life.
Hey
Hey
What is your name?
Sophia
You look good
Thanks
So I have something nagging me, Is that real?
She gives me a go to hell glance and I leave laughing at my stupidity.
I tell T what just transpired and he tells me I have screwed our chances of patronising that place again or our glasses may be spit on. You know the way in the movies the guy at the drive through spits on the hot dog or sandwich of a rude customer?
The old drinking hole is packed to the pavement. But we still go upstairs to see if we can find room. There first take with two chairs we find ladies who tell us one is taken and we can only take one. The second table there is a guy who is very chatty but he can only let us have one seat. We borrow and join the ladies. The third lady soon joins the table and we continue gulping our drinks. Then this song comes up…
H_ART THE BAND-NIKIKUTAZAMA(Official Video):
This lady screams like a little girl “this my song, this is my song” I raise my drink and smile to acknowledge. Then she starts dancing on the seat vigorously. I tell her she should just stand up and dance, it it not doing her justice. She seems reluctant so I ask her to dance. She looks at her friends for approval, I think they gave it because she stands and we go to find space. I thought we’d dance the safe dances, but instead she turns around and rubs her curvy derrière on my crotch. I felt electricity and some excitement, after two months this is not how you want to start your dancing it I’d too charged. She takes my hands and holds them furthest from her hips as she can. The song is transitioned by another one and I say that was great and a thank you and head back to the seat. I take a huge swig to cool down and start observing around me. Everyone seems to be grinding on someone! I wonder if that is all there is to dance or what happened. Because I remember how back then my friends would try and do breakdance like Usher or Omarion, but now dance is more like a mating dance. Have you seen those ants that fly during rain? Then they lose wings and pair up looking for a new nest to start a fresh?
The ladies who had allowed us in there table get a call to go elsewhere and take their leave. Another group now joins us. One girl begins dancing before she even starts taking her drink. The others I presume they are too sober to dance! I stand and go ask is we can dance. She smiles and I take that as a yes. She tells me it is her birthday and I give her a happy birthday hug. It is awesome how you can hug strange people you just met under the influence ey? So we start the dance proper, we are looking each other busting mzungu moves I am not that good of a dancer :mrgreen:. Then at some point she turns around and yes you guessed it….
So my question is, when did twerking and shaking behinds and grinding become the only form of dance? Trust me, if you go around in Nairobi that is what you will see being termed as dance. Except some wazee joint that only plays only rhumba, but when it switches to lingala….
Look, I am not complaining, I love me a good twerk as long as it is not from Miley but is that all we have in the dance basket of tricks currently? Because I think when you ask a girl to dance she expects you will at some point grind on her butt, which can become really uncomfortable when a boner starts threatening to build from the excitement! Anyway maybe it is me. Maybe next time I should try and turn whoever I ask to dance to face me and keep it that way. The funny thing some of the girls I asked about why they turn, they say they don’t like it but still do it. My question is why? If you have ever done that then why? What are your reasons?
WALK THE MOON – Shut Up and Dance:
Posted by mackel9 on May 30, 2015 in Bachelorhood, Breaking Loose!, Comfort zone., Just Random, Maturity, New waters!, Relationships, Stories
Tags: Composed on wordPress android app, Dance, Have we forgotten to dance, Music, Stories