A-65

The word “forget” is such a heavy word especially when referring to a human being you last spoke to ages ago. I had forgotten about her. Burried her and built a tombstone on her grave in my bottomless pit of memory. A place where memories go to die with no hopes of surfacing up in…

Igho Ja Mbololo.

Somewhere in the dusty bowels of Taita Hills when dry, you’d walk out of the main door of the living room and decide to have a view of the surrounding in your balcony. You’d see the way the red earth goes on and on yonder beneath the anthills and contours. The way the red soil…