Love and Life – Whiskey Lullaby
But why would death be such a peaceful option if love is supposed to be sweet? If life was the better option, would people hurt others so much?
Love – When a good girl gon bad
He sat on the matatu earphones plugged in. He could hear love. The song playing over and over. 🎵🎵When a good girl gone bad… 🎵🎵 Sauti Sol. No song played on his phone though. The music was in his head. Voices. Confusion. Fear. Depression. All together in unison tormenting his once peaceful mind. He could not fathom how the world could be so cruel. How people could be so heartless. The more he wanted the thoughts away, the more they… Read More »Love – When a good girl gon bad
Guerilla Gusto – My Contribution to the Maumau uprising
In one of my many statuses on WhatsApp (you know those people who post statuses as if they have Shares onWhatsApp?) I’m not one of them. Am of the Maumau era. In one of my many statuses though, I shared a Greek proverb. Ngim comes from Mut. I went ahead to show you the Mut (Unga) I came from and wished my mum a Happy Birthday. 😊😊 I feel proud of myself already. Am not sure why though. Whether my… Read More »Guerilla Gusto – My Contribution to the Maumau uprising
MOsqUiToeS
Do mosquitos have like a celebratory buzz or noise or something when they are happy? Say like its sucked all the blood out of you and need to celebrate its victory. Ama it wants to call the others to a feast in celebration say to the birth of another mosquito. Ama the way they disturb your peace all night long, do they celebrate? When they hear you tell your friend how they are not giving you peace, do they look at… Read More »MOsqUiToeS
The Interview
I remember you. From Campus. Though blurred, at least I’ve met your face somewhere. In one of those corridors of knowledge maybe. Halls of wisdom. From that night. Yes. Those locks. How could I forget them. You kept fiddling and rolling them all through. I said I liked them. Short as they were. I loved them. I told you I did. Genuinely. You shrugged, laughed away the joke. Sarcastically. Then you looked away. You didn’t even respond. As if you… Read More »The Interview
They Found Wacu In the Farm
True story before I get to Wacu. Cases of car theft are in the rise around Thika and its environs. Why would this bother me though, I have no car except for my sons toy police car? Right? Well, not any more. A friend of mine woke up to an empty garage space where he had parked his vehicle the previous night. For those of us who own cars (tihihihi hebrews 11, now faith is the assurance of things not… Read More »They Found Wacu In the Farm
KINDLED DREAMS
The voice that wakes you up in the morning. That feeling that makes you jump out of bed however much sleep is sweet. That excitement you have about waking up the next morning before you even go to bed. The energy that jolts your whack ass up for work lest you and your son have marbles for supper, yawns for lunch and at least water for breakfast. Lest you start living on trees because your landlord couldn’t let you stay… Read More »KINDLED DREAMS
SLAY QUEEN HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED
“Ke.. Ici Nicio Cafi cia gwakwa. ( Take, these are the keys to my house)” He said as he stretched out his hands waving a bunch of keys towards her. “This one opens the main entrance, This one opens the kitchen door, Ino ni ya store, Ino ingi ni ya kwa nguku. Nayo ino niyo most important. Ni ya Master bedroom. Kuria urikomaga. (This one is the most important. It opens the door to the master bedroom, where you will… Read More »SLAY QUEEN HUNTER BECOMES THE HUNTED
Sinners Minus Opportunity
She sits on his right hand. From there she comes to judge the living. The dead have God to judge them. But here, she is the judge. Prosecutor too. Sometimes she adds up as a witness as well. Gasheri. She sits at the right-hand side of the pulpit. Where Muhunjia Thamweli spends the best part of his Sunday. He is our man of God. A staunch follower of Christ. A perfectionist. He says we should be sinless. Perfect Beings. Offenders… Read More »Sinners Minus Opportunity