It is almost a decade since he passed on, however, Michael Jackson’s music continues to rule the airwaves. He is the only performer of our time who enjoyed a massive following from teens all the way to octogenarians.
The sound of waves breaking on the beach, the rustling of palm leaves and crickets merge harmoniously into some sort of wild symphony. She is standing next to you, leaning on the wooden balcony railing. A light on the neighbor’s porch gives the complete contour of her body in silhouette.
The bedside clock reads 12:23 AM. You are at her place. Stark naked. Allowing the salty sea breeze to cool off your body after a steamy session.
A beard is a personal statement. It is the culmination of your personality, tastes, experience and beliefs. From the look of things, facial hair will soon surpass Abs as the most sought after feature in a man.
Various studies show that most women find men with beards to be more masculine, aggressive and in touch with their wild side. Thankfully, the modern workplace is accommodating to facial hair. Therefore, you can express your sense of style devoid of the restrictions our fathers once had.
I am sitting on the edge of a balcony with both feet dangling out into the darkness. Eyes fixated on the smartphone screen. Waiting for a text that will determine whether I will jump to the asphalt pavement six floors below or crawl back to bed next to the sleeping beauty. Restless. My stomach is churning. The artery on my right temple is throbbing furiously. None of the Yoga relaxation tactics I have tried are working.
I had just dropped off some young lady at her apartment when the request came through. An unwanted request. I intended to drive straight home after dropping this particular client.
Let’s get over with the introductions. My name is Daniel and I am an Uber driver based in Nairobi. I was hoping to go home at around 11 pm because my wife doesn’t like it when I go home past midnight.
Three days ago, I was standing on the edge of a cliff next to a waterfall. Moments before a lady and two guys in the expedition group jumped off the cliff without the slightest hesitation. It was now my turn to make the jump. A crowd of more than 50 hikers was watching from the sides in anticipation. Uneasy, silence followed. Every single flash of the camera pushed my racing heart a notch higher.
Reality hits you really hard when you turn 25. You realize that you have lived for a freaking quarter century yet have nothing to show for it. Quarter-life crisis strikes. Younger siblings look up to you, parents expect you to take on more responsibilities, hell even kids start referring to you as yule mbaba, thanks to your bulging waistline.
Her overpowering fragrance has a hypnotic effect on you. She rests her head on your shoulder as her long polished nails make patterns on your thigh heightening the sexual tension. The heat emanating from her body, melodious voice and the sight of her long sexy legs scramble your thinking. The chemistry between you two is palpable. Disapproving looks from fellow passengers have utterly no effect on you. She sits up.
“Have you made up your mind about tonight?” She asks.
You try calling a couple of people on your phonebook. Nobody picks up. They have all seen the news. You are no longer in a position of power and influence hence they don’t see the need of hanging around you anymore. Reality hits you, you are all alone just like you started only that you are now old, unemployed and neck-deep in debt.
A few days ago my mother pointed out that I have become calculative and ruthless. I couldn’t agree more, this city has changed me. There are lots of men & women in this city who prey on young and desperate people.
They shamelessly take advantage of naive, hardworking and highly talented people, exploit them for selfish gains then discard them like trash. I call them thugs in suits. They are everywhere, from government institutions, private sector to learning institutions hunting for their next victim.