Funny enough, when Misty skies turn to sunshine, no one dares question
with no idea whether behind our own thoughts
we do actually think about shit.
Last day baby.
I’ve seen 36 year old love stories rekindle before my eyes.
See, my uncle told me to refresh your memories
is the remedy not all possess when it comes to love.
I’m a lady by the name of Kush Mashaba, incredible,
incredible poet who I first met when I was still doing these events,
um, at Weed Lovers Market in Zona called Better Days Hip Hop Fridays.
Um, I booked her on on one of those shows and I thought she was dope.
And during this project when I was putting it together,
I was like, nah,
I need a Ksh 500 piece. So,
you know, I reached out and did the right thing there.