Nothing is sweeter than a life of a freelancer. You are the ruler of your schedules. Basically, your days officially start at 12:00 midday, despite having woken up at 7:00…
Worst Relationship: We fight, we punch. Sometimes we give each other silent treatment and an air of nonchalance. Other times we are inseparable and you will find us snuggling on the couch, oblivious of the world around us.
They pointed at the figure on the ground then the air was filled in a single gunshot. They pushed the body over the cliff then hurried into the darkness over the driveway. Tyres screeched as the getaway car sped off.
It was then, that she realized it was deep in the night.
ou were either truthful to yourself and everyone or truthful to only yourself. There’s some truth about life that kicked in here even though life felt like the biggest lie ever told. You started racing against time to achieve and pursue ambitions. You became desperate to settle and still toiled hard to overcome obstacles. For years, you learned how to exclaim “DAMN! “like your life depended on it until…
The loneliness of a sunny Sunday afternoon finds you roaming at the intersection of downtown Nairobi and that place where the big folks dine. It is not that you don’t…
It’s mid-morning. The sun shines brightly upon my perfectly tanned upcountry skin. I am not thinking, or to put it better, I don’t feel like thinking. And I just want…
‘Let me hold her’ She looks at me, as though unsure whether to give me my baby to hold, as though somehow she feels I am not able to mother a child, as though because she named my child, I had lost all motherly rights.
You sit in the shower for two hours trying to scrub off the tint; and under your breath you mutter curses to the magic wands that are sunscreen, hats and sunglasses for giving you a raw deal. But you cant blame them much; all you were doing was putting your legs up in the air and eating like the final trumpet was about to be blown.
This is for you who called at the middle of the night to check that I am okay For you who traded his sane heart so that mine could heal…
“Judy, my jaw hurts so much. I feel as if it broken. I haven’t been able to eat well for the past few days. I wish I had taken your advice and not gone out that day” I remember the pain laden in those words, the pain in his heart, of regret, greater than the pain in his “broken” jaw.