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

Welcome to Fellowship

Any good story of transformation begins with a friend inviting another for a fellowship one easy late afternoon after a heavy lunch. How it happens is neither imploring nor compelling, in fact, it is as calm and unwitty as a political handshake, at least for you. It happens as it would to a different friend … Continue reading Welcome to Fellowship

Tragedy beyond Death

I think about death. Sometimes more often than not, other times too continually that it is alarming. I think about my death the most. I was once fascinated with how my eulogy would be like, I even wrote about it (read here). Not much has changed, I still think my eulogy should look nice with … Continue reading Tragedy beyond Death

If I were a Girl

If I were a girl, I am sure I would be alone. I would not mind it. I would have friends, and perhaps a boyfriend or a husband, but I would still be alone. I would prefer to be lonely but with people around. That way, I would be like a linesman on a soccer … Continue reading If I were a Girl

Major Contribution

Your parents must have been really proud when you came tearing into the world. Matching in like we owed you money. Screaming. They must have stared at your little soft face and rosy cheeks like the inside of a rose and had their hearts melt like wax from a candle. You were finally here, welcome, … Continue reading Major Contribution

Zero to a Hundred

The message came late on Friday night. It was extreme in brevity, inconsistent and rushed, like a shopping list mother would write down before dashing to the market. The message read…   I relate to your stories but I do not know in what way. I saved this on a notepad. Ask me for a … Continue reading Zero to a Hundred

A Driving Force

You can almost always tell whether someone is a storyteller or not. Storytellers have this atmosphere around them that they carry everywhere they go and when they take a seat, their stories pull up the seat next to them. Such people do not even ask questions or wait for your contribution. They just dive right … Continue reading A Driving Force

Coffee Shops by Mukiri Gitiri

For the first time, last week on Monday, I felt a thrill similar to that of my first kiss. He could argue that it was the second but well, that one was on my eighteenth birthday and it is a story I am told. My first kiss was a sober one. I remember feeling so … Continue reading Coffee Shops by Mukiri Gitiri