Small Thoughts

I’ll start. One word. Two words. Three. Soon, there’ll be a hundred. Thousands. I will fill pages. Write books. Become esteemed among my peers again. My voices, they will rejoice. I’m finally listening, they will say. Where have I been all this time, they will wonder. Time. The one thing I never have enough of.…

(Less Than) Happy Thoughts

It starts with a thought. A happy one. The kind that makes you stop what you’re doing to smile and feel the joy. You see your loved ones enjoying something you’ve done for them. You see yourself laughing with them, spending time together, creating unforgettable memories. Even though they’re not here with you, the thoughts…

Maybe I Needed This

This might not make sense.

Let me start again.

Dateless

The last time I was in a relationship, WhatsApp was still new in Kenya. You have to understand how much of a big deal this is to me. See, at that time, I had a kabambe phone. One of those ones where you’d only see blank boxes if someone sent you emojis (it took me…

Angel of the Night

3 am. No one really tells you just how cold it can get at this time. I mean, the university orientation speech was pretty thorough, but this seems like a huge miss. Like the part where I’m shivering so hard my brain feels rattled. Like how I stopped feeling my toes about an hour ago…

Play Time

The boy is scared. He tries to breathe quieter, make his chest move slower, but he feels like it’s only a matter of time before they find him. He should have found another hiding place, but no one ever went to the old barn. It should have been perfect. The men are big, and look…

THE HEALER

It’s hard for a 75 year old man to explain why he needs a tattoo.

And It Goes On and On and On….

I love you. -No you don’t. How can you say that? I’ve said it, haven’t I? -You don’t mean it, though. How do you know that? Are you in my mind? Would I really say something I don’t mean? -Yes. If you want me to do something for you. That’s not true. -Yes it is…

Moving For Singles

‘Mom, I want to move.’ ‘Again? Didn’t you just move like three months ago?’ ‘Yeah, but I’m no longer happy there. There are a lot of college kids so it’s always loud and I want to sleep, please. Also, don’t you remember my clothes were stolen from the line? I just don’t feel safe there…

It Starts

It starts well. You write something for class and the teacher beats you because of your bad handwriting but tells you that the story’s good. You write something for class and get the highest marks, so you’re told to read your story out loud for everyone. You write something and a classmate asks to read…