Smacking his sinfully chapped lips, whose size attempt successfully to remind you and me of a pair of Festive buns, he placed his ashy elbows atop the kitchen counter and cupped his round, beardless face, allowing his beady eyes the pleasure of watching her amble lackadaisically in her apartment. It was one of the many … Continue reading What are we?
I have a friend, more like a brother if I may say so, who likes to play the guitar and pop some corn. I get lost in his music sometimes and admire how he always has the same radiant smile with each serving of popcorn he sells. Is this the joy the sages said that … Continue reading Popcorn Guitarist
Have you ever spent your whole day in a hospital, a ward with people who are dying? Well today I decided to do so. I was done with all my assignments, and I really didn’t feel like watching any movie nor read any book. I took a good look at my phone and decided to … Continue reading Stories Heal
There are times when all my edges soften and becomes pure poetry, … Only excuse for not writing is my mood, …at times I feel caged … all walls and darkness…still creeping me out, every second turning to minutes space starts getting small… somehow every scream turns to dust…. air slim and all I can … Continue reading A Letter To You
I have a love-hate relationship with politics. It’s unthinkable, I know, especially in Kenya, mentioning love and politics in the same sentence. I also have come to realise that, just like pen and paper or Tom and Jerry, politics and love are inseparable. As a matter of fact, from my recent discoveries, love is a … Continue reading Horses, Donkeys and Chariots.
What comes to your mind when you hear the phrase 'nine-eleven? But before I even get any further, I must confess my perspective on nine eleven is a historic one. I bet you've heard this somewhere in a movie or documentary perhaps. If you were curious enough you'd inquire into what it means. Well if … Continue reading 12 DAYS AFTER NINE-ELEVEN.
That there are many ways to kill a rat is an indubitable fact of life. A headshot or two can accomplish the task. Stabbing the poor rodent in a situation where proximity in a bloody ordeal appeals to the senses gets the job done too. However, choking precedes all the mentioned solutions, when you think … Continue reading Kwani Niko Nchi Ingine?
"There has been twenty-five anti-depressant related suicides in the past month. Police say they are trying to figure out where the supply is coming from, but things seem to be getting worse. Ano…” A young man turns off the TV. He is nineteen years old, thick black hair, pale white skin, dark brown eyes. He … Continue reading The End
There is a certain quality to darkness, it’s all you see when you close your eyes. If you shut everyone up and keep extra quiet you are almost be able to feel it, smooth and silky, a chasm of endless possibility and every possible fear. You can’t ever really escape it, it hides in that … Continue reading I Wish You Upon Yourself
She stood from the bath, gracefully slipped a robe on and looked into the mirror. The face she saw staring back was not her own. It had a wisp of a smile, a hint of vibrancy and a clarity of skin. The deeper and more sullen she sighed, the wider the reflection grinned. Uncertain, she … Continue reading An Eternity of Solitude…Not