The Song they Sang

We were almost falling asleep when we heard her laugh burst through the empty abandoned hallways of the building. It was a high pitched contagious laughter that cracked like dry twigs. We had never heard that laugh before and so we rushed to our windows and pressed our eyes and ears on the panes hoping … Continue reading The Song they Sang

A Life in Pieces

A lady fondles with her toenails. She has a nail clipper in her right hand. She is seated on the couch beside what looks like a display of nail ware. There is nail polish, nail file, nail scissors, nail varnish, nail bar and others without names yet. She just finished doing her fingernails before she … Continue reading A Life in Pieces

It’s the Darkness

Hi everyone, my name is Dennis and I'm an addict. My drug is darkness. I am addicted to darkness. It all started on my first day at Kindergarten, I was the darkest kid in my class.   Then I discovered there was nothing I could do about my darkness, I decided to own it and … Continue reading It’s the Darkness

The Last Party

It was not even raining when they came. There was nothing to indicate the impending doom that would change our lives forever. When I set my memory back in time, 15th August 2018, I remember I was in a public transport vehicle, riding past Karura Forest at Kiambu Road, I remember a deceptively bucolic atmosphere … Continue reading The Last Party

Bachelor Dens

  You stand there when the storm comes. You smile at her. You make promises of assurance. She calms down. You look at her and see the green in her eyes, and you set your camp on her conscious.   In your solitude, your blankets rise in your bachelor den every morning and you wish … Continue reading Bachelor Dens

Damien

Moved to Nairobi last week and found a journal in the clothes cabinet of my new apartment. I am as pleased as anyone would, to find out that the previous owner of a place I now call home, was contemplative and took time to write a journal. Other people find possessed dolls and hidden cult caskets, I found a journal. Reading another person's life in their own handwriting, to a writer is like discovering treasure. They are honest, vivid, raw and bare. It might be against the law, but if the law was a little bit interesting, we would all read the constitution on vacations. Well, we are a family, let me share, a little for everybody. No gluttons please, there is enough to go round...

No Witnesses

When I met Maria, I had just come from the Rift Valley. I had been there for three days, working. This assignment was special. It involved a very important man. My contact, the person who had handed me the assignment also sounded important but identity was not any of my concern. So on a misty Tuesday morning, as a helicopter sailed an important person to the plains of the Rift Valley for an occasion, I lay flat on a raised ground one eye shut to put all the juice on the other one that was looking on a tiny aiming hole of my father’s M21 Sniper Weapon machine...

Old Fossils

You were excited about a Facebook account, I was, President Obama was, hell, even Charles Darwin would have. Facebook was a game changer. It was a stone to a foundation of a new civilisation. So, like everyone, late July 2009 in a Cyber Café on a Saturday morning you did it. You broke your virginity … Continue reading Old Fossils

Electricity

Midnight? At least they try to be poetic about it. They try to sprinkle poetry as if to wash the guilt off their hands, they try to make a loaf of bread sweeter by spreading margarine all over it, but a fact is a fact, it is an execution and I am the condemned. I … Continue reading Electricity

The Verdict

The women of all Kamuyu had heard it now. No one would lend that Wambui wa Njoroge any money whatsoever. They were tired of that begging piece of a woman with no respect for personal dignity or other women husbands. Wauru repeated her speech now clearly and with a lot of words her voice shaking … Continue reading The Verdict