#youngcrow

Lyrically connecting, heart possessing. Brain waves winding, hands clasping. Lips parting, heads leaning. End of reasoning, the thought of kissing. Music playing, the beauty reading. Pen moving, paper ruffling. Eyes aching, brain storming. Teeth clenching, thoughts whirling. Toes wriggling, tongue rolling. Effortlessly writing, emotions easing. She finds it amazing. Can’t notice my gazing. Smiling…

I can feel my system coming to a standby. Maybe the new palmtop is the cause. My processor is losing speed gradually. And my troubleshooting efforts cannot find the source. The task manager shows I’m misusing my memory. And my partitioning is de-fragmenting by force. I have to soon backup my data. Or at least scan my external hard-disk. Because my buddy the Pentium III has proven to be a hater. He…

I watch her sleep. She starts to murmur and licks her lips. She has found herself in a dream so deep. And gently my hand up her arm creeps. Her mental storm proves to be steep. For she suddenly shudders and on her back flips. I smile because I know she is mine to keep. But suddenly she speaks and my heart skips. she talks about a guy and I hear a warning beep. Describe hsi virtues and my heart…

Friends, Kenyans, tourists, lend me your ears.

I come to bury the media, not to praise it.

The evil that men do lives after them.

The good is oft interred with their bonuses.

So let it be with the media.

The noble government.

Hath told you that the media was ambitious.

If it were so, it was a grievous fault.

And grievously hath the media answered it.

Here, under leave of the cabinet and the rest…