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…
Care, Compassion, Compadre
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…
Life for Rent
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…
7月17日 7 Tsuki 17-nichi
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…
6月24日 6 Tsuki 24-nichi
Mother used to run the house like it was the Gulag – intimidations, threats, and a whole manner of ass whoopings. Dad? He led by his signatory silence. He never talked much, sat in his favorite chair by the corner, newspaper in hand, and lingala or benga music would be playing through the stereo. He…
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…