Mzangila

Mentor, media consultant, photographer, editor, poet, writer, and counselor.

Breaking Bad

Post Views = 942We sit by the fire place. She keeps poking the fire with a long rod. Her brown skin glows against the light of the flames. Elsie is asleep in my arms. There is much silence decorating the room since we sat here three hours ago. Time has passed before I last laid my eyes on her. Everything …

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Death at the hospital

Post Views = 1268Diseases are the enemies of people. Having read an apology from Socrates a few days ago, I wouldn’t term death as an enemy of the people. But a malady is one. Becoming ill ransacks one the flexibility to appreciate the God-given life, and furthermore the independence to eat what you find alluring. It brings wretchedness upon a …

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The enemy within

Post Views = 1828Last Wednesday I was on the run. I was running for my life as well as that of my family. In the back, I have constantly endeavored to flee from myself because there are times I demonstrated excessively deadly for myself. And on such occasions, I would forget myself, drown in women and work. Note women came …

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Mantalk

Post Views = 8013Beware of strong lingo. This week’s post is coming fairly ahead of schedule for obvious reasons that people are in the election mood (erection for my friends from Kiambu), or something close to it. This is like a surprise wedding, an early delivery of an infant scheduled for the next two months. For story lovers, it is …

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Strange strangers

Post Views = 1363It is on Monday evening when I land at JKIA from Germany. There is no one at the arrivals to pick me up because I am not of that kind- the ones who make flying in or out of the country a big deal. It should not be. This is after a two-week long visit. Even after …

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For better, for worse

Post Views = 2674For a while now I have become just like any slob doing their numerous rounds on this earth. Slothful and lacking mindfulness because shit gets somewhere and you can no longer help yourself but cut the slack and bend over to let life rummage your butt. It gets to a point where happiness seems to breathe around …

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