“I didn’t sign up for this shit”, Jonah said. He wasn’t ready to do what the Lord had told him. There was no way on earth that he’d go to Nineveh. For Pete’s sake, why would he go down to that coastal city and preach? Why risk looking like a mad man yet those peeps…

Every morning I wake up a little bit fatigued. It’s like as if someone harangues me in my dreams. The mornings seem longer than usual. Day breaks rather quiet early and whenever the clock strikes 7 in the morning, I tend to drop the curtains to avoid direct confrontation with the sun. I stay in…

The room they gave me had a picturesque view of the beach below. It had a large bed, a medium sized desk, and large windows that led to the balcony. Curtains were half way drawn to let the light in. It was almost noon. The light almost made me blind for a mini second. Albeit…

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Sunday “It’s slightly late I know, but thanks for agreeing to make an exchange for the goods purchased.” “No need at all, it should be I who should be thanking you for coming at such a short notice. I know you were probably in the middle of cooking a storm. It’s fun how you waft…

Sunday, It’s someone’s prerogative to tell their story and also to change their mind at any point before publishing, but it’s annoying as hell. Throws a spanner in the works. It has happened before whenever someone developed cold feet. I had not planned to drink. It hadn’t crossed my mind. I had a bottle of…

I’m not so sure if I can mouth the words, “I love you”. I’m not sure you’d say that back. Don’t say you love me cause I can’t say it back. Don’t say you’re sorry cause you’ve done nothing bad. I had to swallow my feelings, but I can’t swallow my pride. You know I’ve…

I learnt to keep away, to mind my own business. I don’t seek people out as a result. I don’t mind solitude. I’m used to it. I’m pretty much okay with my own company since time immemorial. Three nights ago, I heard my neighbor pray. It had been long since I heard her pray. This…

I remember someone said that the true funeral starts in the evening, when the body is underground, everyone has left, and the homestead remains silent. That is when enormity hits hard. There is a certain pain that cuts across when the coffin is lowered, then the covering, followed by that thud on the coffin or…

Mother makes chapatis like how the Germans make machines. Not an iota of effort wasted. Everything falls into place. A perfect conundrum of flash and fair, pompadour and an exotic aroma. Then there’s this look she gives which has some sort of a welcoming arrogance. She makes her chapatis like how Taitas like tea. Seriously…