Demoncracy

I REFUSE TO SIT HERE DOING NOTHING. James chuckled. He had chosen this specific bench because of that piece of writing. He had been feeling lifeless for some time now. In fact, he had felt lifeless ever since the suspension. What had he done wrong? Absolutely nothing! He had firmly believed that the end justifies … Continue reading Demoncracy

Dame in Distress

‘Maybe he likes the back shot,’ Linda thought. She repositioned herself on the king sized bed so that she knelt and supported herself forward with the palm of her hands. She pushed her tongue out and rocked back and forth as if she was practicing for what was to come. She thought of how bitchy … Continue reading Dame in Distress

Majuto

There is a saying in Nairobi…’Hii ni town!’ It has been used to justify all sorts of misdeeds and irregularities. It has also been used to validate exaggerations as well as make the insane seem normal. This was the same phrase Njenga had in mind as he pushed against the crowd of people rushing in … Continue reading Majuto

TAKE ME HOME

The drums of war start way long before the actual war. The owl hoots, people get into petty misunderstandings which escalate into a mere slap and the rest is left for the survivors to tell. This is inherently characteristic to interpersonal relationships. What about the wars that we fight inside, the intrapersonal: are we oblivious … Continue reading TAKE ME HOME

WARAKA

When two soulmates meet and mate, an avatar is born and that’s one step closer to the source, closer to the creator.                                                                          –Guruji’s father, Sacred games 2 Dear Beloved, I remember seeing you for the first time. Rihanna came to mind. As sure as night follows day, her beauty pales in comparison to yours. Yet … Continue reading WARAKA

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 … Continue reading RURACIO

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 … Continue reading OF SOUNDS, A COLUMN AND NOSTALGIA

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? … Continue reading The Matter

T-Time 2

"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

TAMED

 I see you walking towards us even before she can introduce you. OMG! THE WALK! I mean I've never doubted Natasha's taste but you are definitely a hit. The tight fitting half-way buttoned up white shirt gives off the effect you want, you slut. Well tucked in your grey suit pants that are just an … Continue reading TAMED

T Time

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

I Wept

As the maruti snaked its way out of Naivasha town, manoeuvred by the skilful driver, I looked outside the window, taking in all that I saw as though for the last time; which was somewhat true because it would be the last time in a long time to come. Snack Spot, Antonio’s Pub, Naivasha District … Continue reading I Wept