Side Chic

I have abandoned the many homes familiar to me since the beginning of this year. My writing, bits of myself, and majorly the place I live. The last quarter of 2022 if we are really really chewing the honest bone to get to the marrow. I would be in the place I call my house for…

Solemate

The PenetrationYou are tall and handsome and tall. The frame of your body seems to be cutting through the rows and rows of plantations. Your hair dancing wildly in the wind. You are not wearing your usual hat, the one you wear when you don’t want the rest of the world to see you as…

Girl on The Train

The day you will meet the love of your life, you will be looking rugged, tired and all those scenes from movies of bookish humans bumping into each other and yada yada, you know the script, won’t be what will happen. Events will not freeze around you and the papers will not drop in slow…

Dry Wells

I am an eavesdropper. I don’t stand ears perched on doors or windows to listen to conversations. Neither do I exert my concentration on people’s business to get the drift of what they are up to. More often than not, and if this was a breach of privacy in an ongoing court case, I would…

God Loves Me

Your heart will be twisting and turning. It is burning but it is not heated. You will be eating your favourite meal, chapati accompanied by ndengu with a side of stomach settler, cabbage. Or at this point, trying to. You will be watching one of the local television channels because in your house, like many…

Perfect Stranger

I am yet to know how people put others in their prayers. Do you tell God about this person with the name, a brief description or does God translate it from your schema and gets the memo? Ah, but God is Al-Aleem, the All knowing, the Omniscient. This should be a story of love. And…

Darling, No more

Darling, Darling. Now that I think of it, you should be Dear Friend. Dear Friend is what your title should have remained from the very beginning. I blame my weak heart for falling for you. All the same I’m stuck on Darling. I’m stuck to Darling like the narratory hare that got stuck on the…