Fourteen Minute Man

You can’t relate, can you? Of course, you can’t. he reverse calls you as the sun goes down with the intent of an impromptu invitation to the dingy bedsitter he resides in. Spicing up the usual preliminaries with a touch of “nimekumiss”, he feigns concern concerning your general well-being because basically, that’s not the point, …

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The Abyss of Dreams

When I was in high school, my Kiswahili teacher would tell me that I should work hard and pass my KCSE. That after I landed in university, I could coast through without studying and get straight A’s. That girls would be falling over themselves trying to get at me etc. I was promised everything short …

RURACIO

Five o'clock in the morning. No conversations going boring. Just your head laid back on the left backseat headrest in a vehicle where in more than one occasion, the driver assigned is the only adult with the exception of one or two parent figures. The convoy snakes its way into the Eastern Bypass, and you …

OF SOUNDS, A COLUMN AND NOSTALGIA

“Hujambooo msikilizaaaji…na karibu kwa yaliyotendeeeka…leo tunaangazia…” proceeded the radio presenter, whose name still remains a mystery regardless of his rather interesting delivery being etched into my mind to date. It was always right after the seven o’clock evening news presented by the vocally therapeutic Jeridah Andayi, which preceded the Maumbile segment, one that left me …

The Matter

The great and boundless, the mother of everything yet the beginning of unknown, (I have decided to call it the matter because there is no better word to express something that we can see yet so unfamiliar to us, yes! matter has definite shape and is tangible. But what was the universe before human existence? …