Author: Magunga Williams

P.S> I really do not know where this came from or where it was going, but well, here we are. Who cares where Midnight Conversations go? So just go with it.  “What’s changed?” “I don’t know what you mean…” “You decided to slow down” “I was never in a hurry” “I mean, the pace we were taking….it sped exponentially and then all of a sudden, the hugs became loose, then the kisses disappeared” “Maybe you changed…” “How?” “I don’t know…” “I still long for you” “So you say…” “No. So I show” “It comes off more as lust” “From…

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MOTHER: Dear baby boy, I can’t sleep I can’t think. I can’t even breathe. All I can think about is a crib, toys bottles and bibs Wishing that I could use them all on you, But instead, I play a role that is full As if I just had to do what I did. I mean, I was just a kid who swore she was in love Even though there are things I didn’t know of I just knew that I knew them all I was just trying to lean into his heart, But instead he let me fall. And…

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I am he, who was brought up before you,but for you I am the Prince Charming, the Knight in shining armour but… I will not treat you like a princess, “like I was raised by a queen” I will treat you like my queen, for I am the king, and you are my dominion to protect. Oh, I know that you, like in chess, will never let your king get a checkmate by any Jane, Ann or Mary Since, you would gladly give up your life for me. I am Adam, who saw life complete. But when I had my…

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He said we go for drinks. Just one, and then we shall be on our way. I took him to meet my mum over late lunch. In his grand scheme of things, a good meal like that needs to be washed down with a little alcohol. That is how we found ourselves at Mist Lounge. For the rest of you Tomorrow People like me, who do not celebrate their birthdays in pomp and colour, when Mukundi asks you out for just a drink, please be advised that Mukundi is from Central. To him, beer is like smokies; one is never…

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The elegance and flamboyance of the First Lady, She walks with a sad demeanor, Eyes sunken and pregnant with unflowing tears. But for once, her conscience is at peace. Her ego bears a silent smiling curve. “He was my husband, best friend and confidant, Not the greatest man, but bore the greatest heart.” Her mind smirks when she describes her husband as great at all. After all, We all know how the chief of staff got her ball. “He was a powerful president, But accompanied by a humble sense of residence, Allow me to present, The late president.” Her mind…

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There is an Engen filling station along Parklands Road. It stands stoically opposite a kiosk which serves also an Mpesa stand as well as a payment counter for the ramshackle food den at the back.  We call the owner of the shop ‘Fyf Baaab’ because every time you go to buy something from the kiosk he seldom has enough change, so he is fond of asking for five shilling coins to sought out his mathematics.  But since he is kuyu, he says “Nipee fyf baaab nikupe hamsini”. I have met kuyus who mix up their ls and rs but this is the first one…

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There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination. Put differently, imagination is the only place we are really free, emancipated from mundane worries and fleeting pleasures. Don Gotti has a permanent address in this great good place of imagination, where The Immaculate Conception was penned. The album is, well, immaculate. You only need read its name and know. It’s a little cocky to declare at the outset that your music is immaculate, unless of course, you can back it up. Don Gotti does that and more. The Immaculate Conception Ep is a powerful…

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I am a son of a woman, a black woman, black, because she is too coloured. I am a son of a woman, this woman I call mama, she is strong and I am not talking muscles here but even if I was, she is stronger than that gym instructor who made a girl pregnant and ran away I am a son of Wangari Maathai, a son of the forest, a son of Africa I have got paws for hands I push away negativity with so much force I am a lion on toes a lion today because yesterday my…

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I know you are a champion You have conquered fields and won crowns You have been carried up by crowds Walked on deserts, Touched your tongue on burning coal And eaten hot pepper, bare Been happy and you’ve frowned Been lost and found You have flown above clear skies Had clouds singing, calling you out You have swum, you have drowned I have no single doubt That you have dined with men so profound You have touched greatness with your bare hands Sung songs only angels could sing I know the paths you have walked That your back has wings…

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I am a one man woman, And I hope you are a one woman man, Who am I kidding? You are a man, a satan, a poacher. One woman man, no way So I say, please do define your ways. This is the story of the other woman, Who thought she was the woman, And to find out she was the other woman. Norman, I mean no man Should be allowed to play around Nor prey around. With an undercover agent, Ready to uncover an agent, Something so urgent, The so called suspect, Who accords no respect, To his woman,…

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Because you are in form one, you have no clue about saving. You are a spendthrift with your pocket money, and you use your bidhaa carelessly. Bidhaa is what you call goodies in your high school; things like margarine, peanut butter, sugar, tomato sauce etc. Because you are the last born in your family, your parents insist that you attend the same high school as your elder brother, so that he can take care of you. What they do not know is the trouble you have while bathing. In a school like Maranda High School in 2005 (the provincial school…

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We are making friendly conversation, reminiscing about our formative campus years, when she was a fresher and I was a second year. She sits on my friend’s bed, legs folded like a yuppie doing yoga, laptop on her yellow thighs, with a faint silhouette of her weave dancing on the wall. She blames me for something I had no control over, an act of God. Ati I hurt her feelings when she was in first year because I didn’t notice her. Thing is, I did, but I couldn’t approach her because for one she always struck me as the type…

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