[An Introduction] November 28th 2022, as I've been thoroughly reminded, was the last time the words I write found themselves on Manenoz. I'd like to tell you that in my hiatus I've been too busy to pick up a pencil and one of my many notebooks, but I feel like my guardian angel would shove … Continue reading Nairobi by Bus!
Congratulations, Happy Birthday and Goodbye!
“It was his birthday last week,” she said, “and we used to do this weeklong birthday thing the whole 15 years we were together. I would send him a text after waking up, every morning of that week, and every evening before going to bed. Even if we were in the same room, sharing the … Continue reading Congratulations, Happy Birthday and Goodbye!
Day 3: Confusion.
Three days. It took them three days to notice her absence. Said days had been silent, peaceful even, and not once did it occur to any of them, to be peculiar. The evening was also quiet. Not the normal quiet. An unusual quiet like the calm before a storm, a sort of premonition of doom. … Continue reading Day 3: Confusion.
Run Away Child
She needs a break from the sick twisted nightmare she calls her life, and the endless black, the nothingness that is the night always seemed to work for her. So she opens her bedroom window and stares outside. She hears the ocean's waters calling to her, just like they did to Sasha. She hears the … Continue reading Run Away Child
Our math teacher we called wise man for reasons I’d rather not get into. He was, and probably still is, the typical math teacher. The mwalimu niachie huyo kind. Clean shaven head, nerdy glasses, plaid shirt tucked neatly into his khakis with a belt, some ugly loafers and there was always an unmatching over-sized coat … Continue reading Happy
"Stops?" I asked. "Petrol station, dry cleaners and supermarket," Aunty T replied strapping her seatbelt on the passenger side. "To or from?" "From, except the petrol station, my baby is running low on fuel." Picture, if you will, a calm sunny Saturday afternoon. We slowly made our way to the main road, joined it and … Continue reading T-Time 2
When she first told me she owns a club, part owner, I had a specific picture of that in mind. Her office in the top floor, over by the corner. Large metallic door. Huge curtainless windows from end to end on the side opposite the door. File cabinets everywhere. A single table. Fancy office chair. … Continue reading T Time
Wakili & I; The ABCs of the silent treatment.
She asked, "How did I give it away?" one time over lunch, forgetting that while tipsy she sings better than Nikita Kering. I had to remind her that night she went on about how she's not particularly fond of marriages. "Mojito," she said to Mike that night (I assume that's his name cause the till … Continue reading Wakili & I; The ABCs of the silent treatment.
WAKILI & I; Poker, Tea and Music
It was our third or fourth time meeting. I don't know why she tagged along to game night, that particular one, and why she brought Sheila along with her. I know how that sounds, but I was just concerned that Sheila would get bored cause no one there would be willing to play candy crush … Continue reading WAKILI & I; Poker, Tea and Music
THE SHOE WILL NEVER FIT
There has never been a funnier time to tell someone 'you are going places'. Its difficult to go anywhere in this country right now. I can’t even go to class, the weather makes it difficult to get out of the blankets and on the slim chance that you do, you have nothing to wear because … Continue reading THE SHOE WILL NEVER FIT