Mzangila

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

Where shall we go?

Post Views = 845Where should we go, we who meander in this no man’s land looking for better selves? Where might we go, we who have gone in and out of similar courses each day? What should we wear, we who have strolled exposed now that we have depleted all designs? What should we sing, we who have sang and …

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When I die

Post Views = 1269There are two things I fear courting- sickness and death. Sickness weakens and ages your soul. The soul gets torn and at that moment of sickness, I usually feel like a mango seed after every steak of its meat has been devoured. Sickness slows your steps to those of a toddler trying to walk on two for …

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The stories of the dark

Post Views = 1791There are evenings I feel like wearing my heaviest jacket and roam the streets at night. The affinity of walking during the nights gets drawn from negative energy that usually engulfs me at the end of my days. Normally, my days end with exhaustion. All I can feel is a heavy head, fatigued brain, lazy body and …

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A toast and a second life

Post Views = 1128Today this blog celebrates its third year of life. For a blog, three years is like an infant who has just weaned from her mom’s breasts. Which is a good thing because it’s a sign of growth. If I were this blog, today I would blow trumpets, go into the streets and spend a day with panhandlers, …

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An open letter to married men chasing single ladies

Post Views = 6479Dear married men who are chasing single women, I understand that every day pushes me closer to the day my finger wears a ring. Being aware of this fact places me on the qui vive because married men are competing with bachelors for the single women available. And for this fact, sometimes I shy from crossing this …

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A man of The Cloth (Stained Collar)

Post Views = 1119Today is one of those days I curl under my blankets and then sleep. But before that, I’ll ask Njeri, my PA, to rub my back slowly and rock me softly to enter a zone of no return. Where tingling and laughter and smiles abide. I will take one smile, wear it, and then hold Njeri’s hand …

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