My head felt like mathogothanio. And something was making so much noise. Damn it! Who could be calling at this hour? I was not picking if it was Tom. This drinking thing was going to kill us if corona didn't do it first. And working from home was so hard. Really, some things are just … Continue reading Corr-on-u’s
I am an eavesdropper. I don’t stand ears perched on doors or windows to listen to conversations. Neither do I exert my concentration on people’s business to get the drift of what they are up to. More often than not, and if this was a breach of privacy in an ongoing court case, I would be representing myself with the strong argument, words naturally float to my ears.
Take this evening for instance, my backpack on, legs making the strides required to cover the long journey to the school gate for my commute home. Two ladies in front of me are talking. On reaching my ears, a smile tugs at my lips. Not because the content is a joyful or sly matter, but because they know not what I do.
Lady 1: Imagine Marianna anakubali chali yake amchape hivyo. (Imagine Marianna accepts to be beaten by her boyfriend)
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There are certain places I don't frequent. People I really don't interact with and very many words I'd like to say and do, though not in their faces. Sometimes I tell my mirror and I'm afraid she is going to crack if I continue yelling at her like that. I call her Daisy. Daisy has … Continue reading Hiding Places.
“Old Tooth” by Esther Musembi https://link.medium.com/FJwgZHSCF3
The clock strikes three, in the morning, and little puffy eyelids still flutter in deep slumber. On the other side of town, in the forest, or what is left of it, a small shape is rapidly growing. Right now, it's not really a threat. Atleast not yet. The year is 2050. Nairobi feels like a … Continue reading Once upon Green.
I'm sitting in this black Nawasuku matatu looking at men's shoes before the hollering stops and we get to go. The theory is that men's shoes tell a lot about them. Its not the best view though as the windows don't afford the best possible view. I can only afford to see the feet only … Continue reading Shoes and Small talk
I have some good and bad news. Depending on which side of the fence you are on. The good news is, Kenya is not late to the party. The bad news is, it's not such a fun party. A few weeks ago, Kenyans went crazy on the proposal to lower the age of sexual consent. … Continue reading Little Shocks.
I thought of you in a far far away land Where my thoughts were alien When my body wasn't even mine Only whispers in the wind Only them I could feel And your name So tentative, so shy Playing at the edges of my dying sanity L. O. V.E Whispers.. A face... Taunting; in, out.. … Continue reading #112
Pop! goes the corn when you first called a date Red! thick messy ketchup hands trembling too much Sweet! shy glances my way askance if I'll say yes Minty! scent trapped in a bottle reminds you of me,you say Heady! your essence, wrapped around me dizzy,I spin and fall Spicy! we are right before we … Continue reading #104
“Let me have my school bag!”
Emeka chased his oppressor with fear as solid as a rock in his heart. He had never stood up to any of the big boys yet here he was, in pursuit of the notorious Jid. They ran across what was left of the football field after Reverend Uzo’s family had randomly planted corn on it, stalks rising and leaning as the hot breeze willed them to. Mama Uzo, the school janitor, claimed that the land belonged to their family because the ‘oyinbo‘ men gave it to them as a parting gift in return for letting one of their children attend the seminary every year. It has been eighty years since then and she still talks about it like it was yesterday.
A month ago, Emeka had been the hearty addition to Umuoke Grammar School’s sixth form. Strange it was, a pupil joining…
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