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
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
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, 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
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
It is a huge table under a gazebo behind a tall building. A silent, calm and serene atmosphere. We are having lunch and everything is so peaceful apart from occasional bursts from Kamotho about discipline. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer. I like responses just like you do because we are … Continue reading Who is your Family?