Sunday, August 1, 2021

Campus Stories

Another Story.

I am not a writer. I don’t even pride myself in being able to put two and two together when it comes to thinking of a story. Sometime back, I tried my hand in poetry to impress some lady whose tea I wanted to make every morning; with two tea bags like she loved it.

HERCULES.

Crushes are amazing. Save from the fact that confusion is the ribbon on the package with which they come in. They are to be died for with the charm they emanate. How their strange eyes and mysterious smiles evoke obsessive thoughts. How they send you imagining what having kids with them would be like. The first thing you would want them to contribute to the genetic pool of course would be their nose. Because… have you seen your nose, Wekesa? Suffice it to say that you are a fan of breathing.

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