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…

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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…

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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…