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… Continue reading Dateless
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… Continue reading Angel of the Night
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… Continue reading Play Time
It’s hard for a 75 year old man to explain why he needs a tattoo.
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… Continue reading And It Goes On and On and On….
‘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… Continue reading Moving For Singles
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… Continue reading It Starts
The night air was still, not a cloud in the sky. He moved stealthily, taking cover in the long shadows created by the moon’s illumination on the various buildings on the homestead. Surely, everyone was asleep at this time, he thought. Every few steps he would stop and listen. He would take no chances.… Continue reading A LOVER’S MOON
Dead dried up purple flowers were spread all over the compound. No more were falling, the tree was completely bare. The old man sat beneath the jacaranda tree, looking for what shade that could be found underneath the branches from the scorching sun. It’s likely that he didn’t know where he was. His only company… Continue reading WHEN YOU EAT TOO MUCH
My earliest memories of my father are of him not being there. He had another family, and I guess they needed him more than I ever did. I remember suppers my mum and I ate alone, the food I insisted she leave aside for him, and even though he didn’t show up most times I… Continue reading DADDY ISSUES