Joy Moraa · Places

Camping at Hell’s Gate (cont’d)

The long winding joins here,you're on the right track.   By this time, our water supply has run out, exhausted with several more kilometres to go.To worsen this, our asses are sore from the constant friction. Chant Fun's Carry on as you read this. The hydrogen sulphide has already taken our nostrils captive bwana! That boiled… Continue reading Camping at Hell’s Gate (cont’d)

Places · Joy Moraa

Camping at Hell’s Gate

DISCLAIMER:NOT REALLY A DISCLAIMER This is one long post, endowed with numerous photos.I loved writing it.I know you maybe never finish my other 'short' posts but try with this one. Joy: Camp or hike? Amy : Caaaamp. Chebon : Camp Misky : Eh,camp!!! Asha : Camp.I've missed you guys And friends, that's how this trip… Continue reading Camping at Hell’s Gate

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Reality of this fast-slow continuum…

You scrape for some self belief and hold the self doubt at bay for a few moments. You write up a decent piece, you know this because you made it past three paragraphs of continuous fluid typing and by the halfway mark you were pleased with yourself, deep down inside, you were doing somersaults and… Continue reading Reality of this fast-slow continuum…


Just try to feel this…

  You are drowning in a large water body, water that emasculates you, water that swallows you without the slightest care in the world. You feel the water through all your openings, all at once, you close your eyes, nostrils-the fastest, ears, mouth ,you even feel a tingly sensation in your bumhole. You whisper ‘The… Continue reading Just try to feel this…


Seduce my mind

Conversation surrounding me is always about what this guy did for his girl and what that girl did for her man, and how they looked so adorable, gooey, cute, "they are such coupe goals” with the squeals.Girls ramble on and on and on about what they would want their ‘guys’ to do for them, these… Continue reading Seduce my mind



NOTES TO SELF/002 "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me,… Continue reading NOTE TO SELF

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Finders Keepers

Life isn't happening to you.Life is responding to you-Rhonda Byrne   The other day I went for an open mic gig in the CBD and riding solo is not my thing really.Kwani? Open Mic happens every month's first Tuesday with a different featured artist,most of the time if not all- a poet or mc.That kind… Continue reading Finders Keepers