Mzangila

Mentor, media consultant, photographer, editor, poet, writer, blogger, and counselor- PR

Tales of the silent

Post Views = 768One day you are going to wake up and she’ll be gone. Breast cancer will have eaten all her breasts and nerves, and brains and blood, she won’t breathe at all. She will be motionless. Her world will be different. You will gasp. Your jaws will drop and you won’t have the courage to bend and collect …

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Get your damn house

Post Views = 1285Stop what you are doing. Just stop. Kindly pull a chair and let us have a small invaluable chat. Collect yourself, have a seat and like wise men seated around a pot of busaa, let us stopping drinking the brew and deliberate on this thing called living with relatives. I wouldn’t go wrong if I said that …

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The heartbreak

Post Views = 873THE HEARTBREAK THAT LASTED A WEEK Talk of love affairs and we are glad to listen and quest for more. Talk of heartbreaks and someone else somewhere is happy that you are now single and they can have a shot pinned on your ass. And that is how the story goes. It is either you are running …

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Indemnity

Post Views = 687out into the streets I look, sore in the throat with dry tears I hung my head, hoping for a better day The payday I wait, to settle my debts and with guilt I still wait, looking down on earth Confusion cloaks all over me.   At the far end I know I’m right, yet not chastity …

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Welcome to the world Calvin

Post Views = 1204WELCOME TO THE WORLD BOY. I am sitting on a wooden chair in some dump joint in Kona mbaya. Not the one that Inspekta Mwala operates in during his frantic efforts to search for criminals and indicte them. No. It is a different Corner, with a C at the start. Corner is sandwiched between Naivasha Road and …

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Let us now talk of babies

Post Views = 1212Let us take a look at babies, now that being a grown up seems to be so blood-drenching. When you are grown, you only miss being a small fat kid, hiding in the mothers’ arms. We all miss lactating from our mommy’s breast. Who doesn’t give an imaginative thought, trying to remember the taste of breast milk? …

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