Love, Sex and Comedy

hey miss, come closer, phone down, turn off your browser, turn off the light, I wanna have you tonight, I wanna give you my all, hold you tight, my sleeping doll, I wanna remove that lipstick, trust me it’s not gonna be quick, slow as I strip off your bra, and in my ear you whisper "yeah", slowly lick the back of your ear, tonight only your sounds are all I hear, few seconds and off goes your pants, tonight, in my bed, I wanna take you to France, stare directly at your nipple, just before I get to nibble, softly as you moan, all night till dawn, bed noises get louder every second, and towards you heads my affection, by morning the bed sheets are wet, quite a lot of body sweat, tonight was all about us, we, plus, an extra naughty me,💏 It wouldn't hurt to share...

Before I continue, and you start judging and criticizing me as ussual, you should know this is not my story, actually its not even my article. I got a friend, Morgan Karanja, a blogger like me. So I thought of sharing his article. He is a media practitioner in Moi University. You can also checkout his blog through the link  http://www.morganmorgoh.blogspot.co.ke. A man can only persevere only for a period of time: I mean I have waited for about a month to get a sign be it a “hey?”. Missed call from an unknown phone number, change of status to at least, “aww I just can’t believe someone hit me on a blog…,” worst of all an effort to even try to put me in the friend zone (to be quite honest am glad this one did not happen) which leads me to the conclusion on this issue there is either one of this two things that happened; one, either she didn’t get the memo or apparently she is sending out one. I cannot also forget to highlight the issue maybe she’s one of them damsel that didn’t...

I’m into movies and series a lot and currently I’m watching Smallville (remember this series? Most of us were children when it came on that Grate wall/Panasonic tv your parents had. Personally I was the remote in our house) We all have our favorite movie(s) (ladies, let’s get things clear, soap z not a movie. So don’t you be thinking of things like Camilla. I know some of you even forgot there was ever such a thing). For me any genre with good story line is considered a good movie. I don’t care whether its comedy, action (most of us are into this two categories), drama, horror, documentary or even reality shows. A good movie is a good movie. So, there other day I was invited to go watch a movie by my friend at her house (when I say to watch a movie, I really mean to watch a movie. Don’t you be jumping into conclusions. So stop thinking of what you are thinking. It was nothing more than a movie). She said she couldn’t tell me what movie it was but she promised it would be interesting...

Life is full of ups and downs, And it’s not easy as it sounds, In this world you brought me, I never knew you till I started to see, You’ve been with me since I crawled on my knees, You made sure my life was full of peace, You cared for me every single day, You taught me how to pray, You were with me when I went to play, Right now I want nothing from you, I just want your life back, You don’t have even the slightest clue, I don’t want to feel like I’m in the dark, No more do I want to cry, Papa I can never say goodbye, Me and you are just apart, But you will forever remain in my heart, My R.I.P does not mean Rest in Peace, My R.I.P means Return if Possible…

I had heard the stories how Nairobi was. Most of us dreamt of visiting the place even if it meant for a minute. The city was known for its big buildings, many vehicles and crowded people everywhere. Most people worked there, no wonder the high population. So here I was, all new to the place, only knowing of the stories I had before. Tall buildings surrounded me on all directions. I looked like a guy just from the "shags". Everyday after class I would walk around the CBD to get to know it better day by day. After some months I was well known to the area. Every end month I would visit my mama and papa back at the country side (I really love my mama, but in real sense I would use that excuse so as my papa would give me fare to go back home and see my cute friends, not really friends but a specific person you know what I mean, and brag how I’m always busy in the city, in real sense I was always free if I'm not in class). My lecturer had just finished class n I was in a h...