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.
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
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.
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
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
Nobody can really understand why you are obsessed with whatever or whoever it is you are obsessed with. Take my 'coffee breaks' for instance; with the coffee one can easily argue its more of an addiction than it is an obsession, but the same cannot apply for the accompanying cupcakes and(or) cookies. Those you'll have … Continue reading Possession With Intent To Distribute
Interesting title, don't you think brother. Initially it was Hey Brother, but I figured you’d ignore it like you have all my previous ones, so I went with a title you would never resist. If Pops were sill around, he'd smack you if he knew where I picked you up from last night. I can … Continue reading AISHA