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Life

Of Great Men and Great Books

I guess I had an epiphany of Bob Collymore’s death. Before he knew the curtains were drawing for him. I decided I do not have a problem with being a well-read invalid. So, I made a habit. Every week, I… Continue Reading →

Long Story

‘I need your help.’ ‘I have gone to see a man about a dog. What’s up?’ See, Jesus at thirty enjoyed a clique of twelve close friends. Myself, at twenty-five boasts of one friend, the low maintenance type. The ones… Continue Reading →

No I Don’t

She hissed between her teeth,’ He cheated.’ ‘What?’ I lost balance off the plank and fell on my belly. ‘Again?’ The smell of sweat, dust and desperation fill up the air in the gym. Papa, the gym trainer, a 6… Continue Reading →

To Pimp a Butterfly

” The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon which institutionalizes himHe can no longer see past his own thoughtsHe’s trappedWhen trapped inside these walls certain ideas start to take rootsSuch as going home, and bringing back new concepts to… Continue Reading →

Stamped Stump

I had run into him more than a million times, a perfect stranger who we probably shared a seat in a matatu. We ply the same route home, a route run by a cavalier of savage and sarcastic touts who… Continue Reading →

Breathe…

What’s your greatest fear? What makes you shudder? The things that make you feel weak inside just thinking about them. Everyone has a fear, or the greatest fear. My greatest fear is never being the best version of myself. Others… Continue Reading →

Heads or Tails?

The dirty banner reads ‘Kaloleni Pub’. From where I stand, it reeks of nothing but dinginess. It is a small pub stacked between sheds of similar stature in the backstreets of California, some shanty hood in the heart of Eldoret…. Continue Reading →

The Bistro

We sat in the smoke-filled kitchen. I chocked and chocked. The hypocrisy chocked me too. Not that I have never had the occasional smoke, I have. At one point, I would light one too many on end, the thing about… Continue Reading →

Unfolding

You unplug the whole weekend. That thing we all sometimes do, to recharge. You switch on your phone early Monday morning before you get a panic attack. How much have you missed? Your boyfriend could have gotten married to his… Continue Reading →

Restricted Access

Oprah. Ah, everyone loves Oprah. She isn’t the standard pretty or sexy woman the patriarchy embodies but her charisma and natural charm speaks for itself. You are probably rolling your eyes thinking this is the part I say how I… Continue Reading →

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