Today at 0600hrs I was listening to the ocean. Then I saw your face in the sand. But then when I tried to pick it up, the water trickled down my palms and it vanished down. It took me back to when I was thirteen, when both you and mother woke me up. Telling me…
175 Far From Home.
It was always easier to remember the times that were great and satisfactory in our lives, the guffaws, giggles, and glee that blends in with the jolly mood and gung-ho that comes with gathering around a few bottles of whiskey and gin. We were 175 kms somewhere far from Mombasa. Still quite a distance. It…
Hi There
She will like my pictures and posts on the various social media platforms. She will comment on my posts and tweets. I will reply to her comments. She will reply to the replies. She will go on liking all my other pictures and commenting on other posts. She will slide into the DM. It will…
3 Drops Into the Rain.
I was looking for a part time editor .Our first meeting was at a popular restaurant along Kenyatta Avenue. We met for breakfast. She looked completely hungover. She ignored the menu and ordered two Tuskers and two double shots of whiskey. She must have read my expression because she said, “It’s 1630hrs in Tokyo.” Then…
The Other Side
Svalla My family recently relocated to a new place. This was after the government decided to show up with huge yellow ugly caterpillars one early morning and decided to bring the old houses down. The house we currently live in is literally big and cosy. The peeps around look bourgeois. Our previous place was lively…
Ganbatte
Your first text came on a Tuesday morning. It read, “Nko Pandya Hospital admitted”. This was followed by two pics sent by you to show the serious condition you were in. I was taken aback. Whatever happened to you was grotesque. This type of shcok was way worse than a pregnancy scare. It didn’t come…
Medicine & Faith
There are two types of sadness. There’s the kind of sadness we ignore and try to get rid of it by finding new things to do, or we find someone to talk to by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation about feeling sad about having any feelings at all. But again, one has to remember…
Windy City
The clock’s thirty minutes shy off from striking 0300 hours. Glass of whiskey on your left hand and a half lit cigarette on your other hand. Standing on the balcony overlooking the parked cars below. It is quiet apart from the occasional stray cat crossing the road. You think of her. You think of each…