Of anemic wallets

My guardian angel is one sad fellow who walks around with his face contorted into an ugly scowl like a Kenyan whose salary has delayed for a day. He never says it but I know the kind of thoughts he harbors in his mind about me. He thinks I am pathetic. I see it written […]

Men, smell of something

From the movement of his long fingers, he is cramming. His notes, carefully drafted, sit on his lap like a kid having its diaper changed. His letters are carefully shaped, too carefully shaped for a civil engineer. For a man. Apart from his Chinua Achebe like fro, he is just about as interesting as my […]

The fault in my chapatis

All my life, I have dated men from church. Men who speak of the realms of the blessed. Men who sing, and sing good. Men who love to call upon the higher Man. You can not blame me. It is partly my mama’s doing. She, like any other African parent, instilled it in me that […]

16 Years of Chloroquine

  8-4-4 squeezed me tight in one final embrace before letting me submit my last paper on Friday at exactly 1pm. Wading through 8-4-4 has been like chewing chloroquine tablets every morning for 16 years. By the end of it, even your waste stinks of it. You can hardly stand the taste of your own […]

In my quest for a job

I sigh softly as my behinds make contact with the cold cement slab beneath me. You see, like any other Kenyan about to graduate, I’ve been trying to get a job. Currently, a job with Deloitte. That is why I am here in Chiromo for an uptitude test. We are so many of us here. […]

..she became flawless

  Shaken hands with pain one too many times; Admiration and her name appear not in one sentence. Abuse of the Queen’s language it’d be deemed Her paper heart, broken over and over again And poorly stitched, She no longer cares about being okay. Surviving, however torturous, seems way easier. Yet, Something about this son […]

A withered soul

Tears? They are a language to whose eloquence He toots his horn Think he is all alone in this world? No. Nightmares are his eternal companions Sorrow and he? Inseparable lovers Pain and he make good synonyms Fate grilled his lithe soul And deemed him unworthy of its goodness. His eyes, formerly vibrant Now carry […]

The evil reaper

  Like a friend who betrayed his own, the stars shyly peeped from above. In softest of hums, the winds blew over my skin, caressing me in and out. Soothing the pain out of my soul. As the angel of death prowled about, lewdly sucking the daylights out of me. While my limbs, in resignation sagged, the bad reaper […]

​The ghosts of Dada

Like an abandoned piece of porcelain, she sits on that metal chair, its cold surface burning into her skin. Her endless legs are clad in blue jeans that seem to cling to her like second skin. Her left hand rests rather limply on her sling bag while she uses the other to scroll through her […]

Of Cracked and lost phones

As I type this, I’m in a queue trying to fetch as many jerrycans of water as possible before I get caught nikiruka line ya maji. Should I get caught, mungu wangu atanipigania. (if you haven’t yet watched that video of a man dancing to this song, you either need to dump all your friends […]

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